"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
— Henry David Thoreau
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have just returned from Seattle, where the first annual Living in Leather Conference was attended by nearly 200 gay men and women of the leather life-style from across the U.S. and Canada. Steve Maidhof, Washington State Mr. Leather 1986, had the inspiration for the conference in the afterglow of leather camaraderie at this year's International Mr. Leather contest in Chicago. Back in Seattle he called together several leather men and women who enthusiastically agreed. The National Leather Association was formed to organize the sessions which were held Oct. 10-13. They had only four months to pull the thing together and did a remarkable job: the sessions were interesting and informative ; the speakers, panel members, and audience contributors were articulate and had something to say; the companionship and common grounding in leather made the socializing between men and women great and the more intimate socializing among men and among women superb; and even the food was good! We'll have a more detailed report in the next issue and, hopefully will also have the dates for next year so we can all mark our calendars now.
When it became apparent that Drummer 100 would be one of the first issues produced under our aegis we wanted to make certain it would be something special. As I pointed out last month, Andy and I have been Drummer devotees since the first issue and have watched talented writers, artists and photographers come and go from its pages. Our first attempt has been to bring as many of them as possible back to march with us again, to get new contributions from the stellar contributors from the past. The response has been tremendous. Of those we have been able to track down so far, everyone has agreed to resume contributing to Drummer. There are so many things we wanted to get into Drummer 100 that we have had to "bump" Mason Powell's "Gonar" series from this issue—it will resume in Drummer 101-and we have had to split Larry Townsend's contribution into two sections-it will conclude in Drummer 101. Many others we wanted to include in this issue just wouldn't fit: John Preston, John Rowberry, Aaron Travis , Frank O'Rourke and others will be in Drummer 101.
We have been unable to track down many important contributors, particu- larly those from the early issues. If they read these words, or if any of you do who know how to reach them, please make contact. Kurt Kreisler, Bud, Scott Masters , Orlando Paris, Allen Eagles, Ed Franklin, Sean, G.B. Misa, Skipper, Derek, Blake, Brick, R. Kent, Greg Nero and Ken Wood are among those we'd particularly like to hear from. Some of those who have made significant contributions to Drummer are no longer among us: Robert Opel, Jason Klein, Val Martin, Jackal and Uyvari among them. But their work lives on with us and we have been most fortunate to find an unpublished Jason Klein manuscript among the files (piles?) here in the Drummer offices. The stipend that would have gone to Jason for this article will instead be donated in his name to the International Gay and Lesbian Archives in Los Angeles.
I have always had a passion for the male erotic art and decided early on that I wanted to bring art back to Drummer covers. Rex heartily agreed and prepared the work on the cover of this issue especially for Drummer 100. Prior to this, the most recent art cover was Ron Henry's illustration on the cover of Drummer 16. Preceeding that there had been five art covers: Issue One featured a drawing by Bud that for several years was the Leather Fraternity logo; Drummer 5 featured a drawing by Chuck Arnett; Drummer 6 had several small drawings by Bill Ward; Drummer 10 had a drawing Rex had originally done for the Pleasure Chest; and Drummer 15 had a full-color cowboy by A.Jay. Drummer 8 featured the first full-color cover, a wonderful blend of photo and art with Val Martin wearing a Cliff Raven body painting. Drummer 101 will again feature a hot photograph, as will most future covers, but art will occasionally make an appearance.
A common complaint about Drummer in recent years, from myself as well as from others, was about the frequent reuse of material. I was thus somewhat reluctant to start off Drummer 100 with a retrospective of some of the best of the past; however, I think that it is important that you get to know what you can expect from me by seeing what of the past I consider important. And I think that it is fitting to celebrate the 100th issue with such a look back. There is a lot in Drummer that is worth savoring again and again-that's why so many subscribers keep their back issues—and there are a lot of men who have come into leather since those first several issues appeared over ten years ago. So we will occasionally republish works that have appeared previously; however, we can guarantee that we will not reprint material just to fill space, nor will we reprint material without giving full credit to its original appearance.
EDITORS
John Embry founded Drummer and was its publisher through issue 98. In this capacity, as its editor and as a writer contributing anonymously or as Robert Payne, he is the main person responsible for shaping the magazine initially and in modifying it, or allowing it to be modi-fied , as it evolved. The first eleven issues were edited by Jeanne Barney, who had been writing an advice column, "Smoke from Jeanne's Lamp," for the Advocate. She continued as the Ann Landers for the leather set in Drummer. During her tenure, Drummer covered a variety of fantasies, including water-sports , branding, piercing, shaving, scat, bestiality and necrophilia ; and Movie Mayhem, Bill Ward's drawings, Famous Sadists of History, Cross Words and Erotic Dots all started as special features; and Robert Opel, Fred Halsted, Scott Masters, Phil An-dros , Orlando Paris and John Rowberry were among the frequent contributors. During her editorship Drummer's emphasis on 5M action was heavier than it has been anytime since.
Issues 12 through 18 were edited by Robert Payne, then with Drummer 19 Jack Fritscher came upon the scene. Under Jack's direction SM per se became less prominent and rough and raunchy male / male sexuality, often written by Jack himself, be- came the main theme. David Hurles's photos and A. Jay's drawings characterized this era. Tough Shit started in Drummer 21 and Tough Customers followed in issue 25. Fritscher's last issue was Drummer 30. Issues 31 through 39 list Robert Payne as editor and John Rowberry as assignments editor. Then Rowber-ry served as editor until being promoted to associate publisher with Drummer 49, a position he held through issue 86. During this latter period several men briefly held the title of editor, but none of them was around long enough to make a impact.
Drummer published "White
Death," a poem by John Rowber-ry in issue 5, his review of "The Story of Harold" in issue 6, "The Great S / M Murder Mystery?!" an account of the Orange County torso murders, which he coauthored with Rue Dyllon in issues 9 through 11, and several other nonfiction contributions from him before he joined the staff. After joining, he continued to publish poetry, news items and occasional longer articles in Drummer, but he was particularly known for his excellent reviews of books, films, videos, etc. John Rowberry's long status as a contributor and, more importantly , his very long period on the staff have made him second only to John Embry / Robert Payne in the influence he has had on the magazine.
THE STORY OF HAROLD
REVIEWED BY JOHN W. ROWBERRY REPRINTED FROM DRUMMER 6
"For now-relax! And come with me. You have no choice, I've invited you. We will have a lot of sex. You are going to laugh a great deal-people have no idea how blithe a suicide can be! And you'll meet a few human beings whom you'll have to love as much as I do.'
Terry Andrews (if that's his real name, which I doubt) lives in a very real fairy tale world called New York City, alone, with a very unreal imp named Harold.
Harold is a creation of Terry's. He is slightly larger than a yardstick and converses with rats, screams, darkness, snowflakes and mink coats; all of whom are personal but problem-causing friends of his.
Terry, on the other hand, converses only with recognizable life forms: the child of an old girlfriend; an Irish bum with a death-by-fire wish; a doctor to whom Terry has introduced the joys of fist fucking; a not-too-young divorced woman with whom Terry is having an on-again , in-again affair; and the blind son of the above-mentioned medical practitioner .
And that's just about the total of the cast of characters.
However, since almost everything in Terry's world is somehow reflected in Harold's world, everyone has another side of personality or soul, or whatever you wish to call it.
What has happened is this: Terry Andrews once wrote a very successful children's book titled, ironically, "The Story of Harold." "Very successful" meant not having to work for a few years. Of course, Terry intended to follow up his best seller with a sequel. But he never got around to writing anything down, spending most of his time trying to understand why he invented Harold in the first place.
So, in October of 1968, realizing he was headed for suicide, Terry began keeping a diary. All was well. Terry busied his life answering ads in underground sex papers , jacking off, hanging around in the city's better leather bars, and making copious notes in his suicide journal.
Harold, on the other hand, had no wish to end his existence. He was content to spend his days saving the world from screams that needed release, solving disputes between rhinestones and diamonds about who sparkled the brightest, and reuniting the disbanded rat family.
And, somehow, Harold managed to thwart each attempt of Terry's to leave this too-bitter flesh.
Suicide comes and goes, like all transient things. The reality of Harold's world, slowly but surely, merges into the unreality of Terry's until both are one, and roles (such as they are) change into lives.
"The Story of Harold" is obtuse and symbolistic, for sure, but most importantly , it is about everything important to human beings-and resolves itself in the finest literary style.
It has been, for this reviewer, a week of the sweetest kind of sadness spent with Harold and his friends. Scenes of human tenderness and man's inhumanity leap from the page and burn themselves into one's memory forever. Interspaced with Edward Gorey's bizarre drawings, snatches of poetry, and the incredible story of Harold, "The Story of Harold" is exceptional.
ARTISTS
No single image says "Drummer" more than a Bill Ward drawing. John Embry saw Bill's work in a British gay magazine and sought permission to reprint these. "King," which appeared in issues 5 through 10, was the result. Then Drummer 11 saw the birth of "Drum," created especially for Drummer, and he has been here ever since. Bill Ward's drawings have frequently illustrated stories by others and have often appeared in house ads; the look of his men is the image of Drummer! I'm certain that most Drummer readers would love to inhabit the world Bill Ward has created for his tough-but-tender, and constantly horny . leatherman!
Bud's artwork appeared on the cover of issue 1 and frequently illustrated stories , or magnificently filled centerfolds or other space, in the earlier issues. His men could be cute and cuddly, but they usually had a wild and woolly (literally and figuratively) look that was unique. Bishop illustrated several stories in early issues, though he is best known for his wild bondage drawings in straight SM publications . I find his set for the "Five in the Training Room" series particularly mem- orable. Chuck Arnette also illustrated several stories in early issues in his distinctive style. Drummer first published an Olaf in issue 14 and his work has continued to appear frequently. Best known for the magnificent series he did to illustrate Robert Payne's "Story of Q" his subtly shaded work has also illustrated stories by himself and by others.
Harry Bush has never drawn specifically for Drummer but his work was used extensively in the earlier issues and it has appeared periodically ever since. He does not draw SM scenes and his men all have such a fresh, wholesome look that at first glance they might seem out of place in this magazine-but they are not, they work. Somehow we know what those sweet innocent young things are capable of! A selection of Harry Bush drawings is used to illustrate T.R. Witomski's piece in this issue.
Next to Bill Ward, and perhaps Harry Bush, the artist most closely associated with Drummer in the minds of long-time readers is A. Jay. Al Shapiro served as art director of Drummer from issue 16 through 33 and had a very definite influence . A. Jay's Adventure's of Harry Chess amused, titilated and made political statements all at the same time and his illustrations for other stories and for ads had exactly the right look for Jack Fritscher's version of Drummer. A. Jay has agreed to draw for Drummer again and I'm trying to convince him to do occasional new Harry
Chess strips as well. The times are ripe for it!
Ken Wood's illustrations are scattered throughout the first 50 issues and Charles Musgrave first appeared in issue 35. His drawings of bound hands and of nudes with beer cans would be featured prominently in later issues. Works by Etienne, Tom of Finland, Rex, Domino, deMul-lotto , Adam, Zach, Uyvari, Brick, Walden, Martin of Holland, Nigal Kent, and several other artists appeared in the first 50 issues but, to the best of my knowledge, none of them did drawings specifically commissioned by Drummer. I think that the cover of the current issue is the first such Rex. The Hun's work first appeared in Drummer 15, Matt's in Drummer 21 and Cavelo's in Drummer 27, but it wasn't until after issue 50 that they produced work especially for Drummer. Now all three are frequent contributors.
The art of cartooning has always been a feature of Drummer because the powers that be correctly recognized that humor does have a place in the leather scene. The first several issues were loaded with wonderful cartoons by Bud and by Shawn. Later frequent contributors included Walden (who still appears fre-qently today) and McBeth.
Sean's Erotic Dots was a unique and popular feature of early issues. One is reprinted here. Give it a try and let us know what you think. Is this something you'd like to see reinstated?
FIVE IN THE TRAINER'S ROOM
Part Seven Scott Masters (Excerpt from Drummer 9. Illustration by Bishop.)
"I'll go first," Thaao said quietly. "How do you want me?"
Johnny turned away and swallowed violently several times. Then he turned back.
"Get yer fuckin' ass on that rubbin' table, face up!" he commanded harshly.
His deep blue eyes glittered enigmatically as Thaao stretched his finely muscled form atop the table, arms hanging idly over its sides, legs straddling its sweat-smooth surface. There was nothing especially original about the way Johnny secured him there, simply tying first the wrists together, then the ankles, underneath . Simple, perhaps, but neverthless successfully imposing total immobilza-tion of the naked athlete.
But the next step was an innovation. Johnny took a jockstrap from his locker, went over to the low sink, and thoroughly soaked it with his piss. Then he came back to Thaao, forced his mouth open by pressing down on the temporal mandibular joint, and stuffed the acrid, makeshift gag deep into the open throat. Thaao choked slightly, but his eyes never left Johnny's. Not, that is, until Johnny-unable , perhaps, to face the trust he read there-slapped a broad piece of adhesive tape over them.
Plunged into darkness, the taste of Johnny's piss filling his mouth, Thaao suddenly felt first two bare buttocks settle on his chest-the full weight of a familiar body resting there—and then, the unmistakable sensation of a noose being tightened around the base of his cock and balls. He was erect to the bursting point, and the pressure of that alien cord induced an ecstatic agony beyond description .
"Hey, Pricko," Johnny called out, "y' wanna toss the other end of this mother-fuckin' string over that pipe up there for me? I'm just too fuckin' comfortable to move my ass." Dicko Novak jumped up onto the table between Thaao's spread thighs, did as he had been asked, and jumped back down to Manuel's waiting side.
Squatting on Thaao's broad chest facing his crotch, Johnny gave the loose end of the cord that had been looped around the overhead pipe an experimental tug. The genitals snared on the other end shot upwards, and he heard a low moan in the throat behind him, Manuel and Dicko glanced at each other in momentary apprehension : serious damage could be done this night. But their eyes returned hypnotically to the imprisoned sex organs of their teammate. A slow smile spread across the dark face of Moses Brown.
"Start timin', I'm ready t' ride!" "You're on!" Moses eagerly pressed the button on the stopwatch.
Johnny Todd again did the unexpected. He leaned over and brushed the newly uncapped tip of Thaao's cock with his lips and tickled the tightened sac with the fingertips of his free hand. The veins in Thaao's throat stood out like cables and his head thrashed from side to side in a delirium of erotic pain. Manuel fell abruptly to his knees in front of Dicko, sucking into his mouth the tumescence waiting there. Moses started pumping himself more energetically.
Now Johnny whipped at Thaao's cockhead with his tongue, alternating oral worship of that prize with harder and harder jerks on the cord and vicious squeezes of the big balls crushed in his rough hand. The gurgling screams muffled in his victim / lover's throat had become barely recognizable as human, and his helpless body strained at the bonds that held it down, arching upward from the hips against the weight on its chest in a blinding need for release.
Suddenly, the torturer / lover leaped to his feet and concentrated all his attention on the cord of castration itself. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled down on it, just a fraction of an inch at a time, until, at last, it was taut. Then he reached under the table and freed Thaao's ankles. The cord-stretched tighter and tighter, and the screaming slave pushed his hips higher and higher in a madly desperate attempt to alleviate the relentless pressure. The cord cut deeply into his flesh as the entire weight of his lower body depended from one thin circle of skin, stretched as if to tear apart.
Only at that point did Johnny tie off the cord and again draw Thaao's still-rampant organ into his mouth, tonguing the slit and drawing its entire length through his puckered lips, up and down, again and again and again. Thaao was in a frenzy, instinctively thrusting, only to subject himself to the most excruciating of all possible agonies when he dropped back. In his darkness, gasping for breath, he ached to come, yet was physically prevented from that blessed deliverance.
"Time!" Moses announced, himself almost ready to come.
Reprinted from Drummer 21, art by Walden.
Reprinted from Drummer 18, art by Bud.
Reprinted from Drummer 14, art by A.H. of NY.
READER CONTRIBUTIONS
Contributions from readers have always been an important part of the magazine. Male Call and Tough Customers are totally reader contributed and Tough Shit, a column for short humorous notes and news items, depended largely on readers. We definitely encourage readers to submit materials for these columns as well as for other parts of the magazines. Fiction, photos, drawings, etc. are always welcome (remember to include a self-addressed, stamped envelope with anything you expect to have returned and make certain your name PAGE 8 and address and / or phone are on each story and the backs of each photo or drawing. For Tough Customers, or for any other material for which you do not expect to be paid, include a signed statement giving permission to publish.) With respect to the Tough Shit column, "truth is often stranger than fiction," so this column will soon be reinstated and we particularly solicit contributions for it from readers. Send interesting news item clippings, photos of signs, etc. that make a statement, with humor or irony, that will amuse Drummer men, or with which they can identify. If you send a clipping, please include the name and date of the publication from which it came. We want to be sure that we can give proper credit for everything we publish.
PHOTOGRAPHERS AND WRITERS
We have selected a review of photos from past Drummer staff photographers (see page 47 of this issue) and in Drummer 101 we will have new work from many of the non-staff photographers who have contributed to Drummer in the past. Also in 101 there will be more comments on writers from the early years of Drummer.
DRUMMER 100
CREATE YOUR OWN WORK OF EROTIC ART WITH EROTIC DOTS!
Begin with number 1 in the upper left-hand corner, follow the dots.
Reprinted from Drummer 9, art by Sean.
Warning: When completed, this will be a sexually explicit drawing. If you will be offended by the content, do not connect the dots!
BOARDOFINQUIRY LARRY TOWNSEND 397
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DARD OF INQUIRY by LARRY TOWNSEND s commanding officer of Star Base Gamma IV, I was ordered to chair a board of inquiry, looking into "various aspects of alleged personal misconduct on the part of Midshipman Gary R. Forrester." On the surface it sounded like a routine disciplinary situation, but as I read the sketchy particulars I began to realize that it could very well be a hot potato they were dropping into my unsuspecting hands.
For starters, Midshipman Forrester's alleged offenses took place on a civilian transport vessel, under contract to the Space Service. His alleged victims were divided about fifty-fifty between civilian mariners and sworn Service personnel-all but one of whom were under subpoena as hostile, or at least involuntary witnesses. The ship on which these alleged offenses took place had traveled from the mining colony on New Ham-burg , and had actually made planetfall at Alpha Centauri VII. This was a heavily populated planet with a major Space Service base dirtside, plus the very large port facilities on its artificial satellite. There was no reason for a board to be convened on Gamma IV, unless the Service were trying to keep it under wraps.
In the back of my mind another little warning light went on, because I could sense some SM implications, although the bureaucratic wording made only obtuse reference to any of the facts. But there were a number of political alliances within the upper echelons of the Space Service, and at the moment a contest for supreme command was going on between men who were my friends, and others who were not-not enemies either-not exactly, but decidedly not friends. My own procliv-ities were certainly known to all of them, so this hearing might be a trap for me, rather than merely a review to determine if the defendant should face court-martial.
I didn't like it, but I had my orders. Up to the hour when the board convened, I had been unable to glean many additional facts, except for a rather strange admonition from my immediate superior, the quadrant commander. "For the good of the Service, all details of this inquiry are to be submitted directly to me-no info copies to anyone else. No media. All participants—court personnel as well as defendant, witnesses, clerks and guards-are subject to Security Regulation Ultra 73.662." This meant they'd all but cut your balls off if you contributed in any way to a breach of security. ur first session was devoted mostly to the formalities and technicalities that are unavoidable in any Space Service court, especially where the tryers of fact are not trained lawyers. Finally, specifications of the proposed charges were read well after the midsession break. To my consternation they were entirely concerned with homosexual SM misconduct , and they took nearly an hour to read. Of course, gaysex per se had been approved behavior in the Service for almost 300 years. In fact, once it had been decided to eliminate women from Space Service vessels, male-to-male sexual proclivities had been an unwritten qualification for acceptance. It appeared that the prosecution was seeking an indictment on the grounds that Midshipman Forrester had "forced, coerced and abused his sexual partners," and from the wording of the specifications it appeared he might well have done just that. "A man after my own heart," I thought. I also wanted time to think about it, so immediately after the reading of these proposed charges, I noted that our time was up, rapped the gavel and adjourned the session. Because all discussion of the case out- side the hearing room was prohibited, I went to bed that sleep period without even the opportunity to share any thought with my fellow board members. But the prospect of all the testimony to come had aroused me sufficiently that I bound my orderly to the X cross in my quarters, gave his firm little buns an artistically sound thrashing, then fucked him raw before I had alleviated the pressures in my balls to a point where I could drift off to sleep. t the beginning of the second session, the prosecutor called his first witness. This was Ensign Xavier R. Hudson, a tall, strikingly handsome man with blond hair and beard, slate-grey eyes and a bubbling sense of humor which somehow managed to emerge despite the austerity of the proceedings . I noted that his elective age of 29 Earth normal, and that he had been in the Service for 16 standard years—making him well overdue for promotion. Judging by the well-stretched pouch on his Service blacks, he was more than adequately endowed. I forced myself not to stare at him, because in truth my own pouch was stretching out until I found myself scooting my chair a bit farther under the table, to make sure my attraction remained concealed. In my own defense I must note that I seldom reacted in such a manner to a junior officer, but I rarely came into contact with such a delightful combination of looks and personality-so perfectly meshed with my own subjective desires. This man night almost have been designed to my specifications.
Perhaps because of my attraction to Hudson, I made it difficult for the prosecutor to badger him. The man was obviously reluctant to testify against Midshipman Forrester, claiming not to remember various activities. In a clumsy attempt to assist the witness in his evasions, the defense advocate implied a "mental lapse, perhaps resulting from a combination of fatigue and sundry emotional conflicts." Hudson seemed to pick up on this, and cleverly responded accordingly. Thus, when it became apparent that no significant testimony was going to be elicited by regular verbal interrogation, I had no choice but to assent to the prosecutor's demand, and authorize an involuntary mindscan-"not to elicit testimony willfully withheld, but to assist the witness in recalling facts outside his conscious memory.
To this point, it had simply been established that Forrester had drawn duty as second watch sentinel. This meant that he had been the second in the series of officers who remained conscious while the rest of the ship's personnel was in deeps-leep . It was his duty to safeguard the vessel, and to awaken the captain or whatever other personnel he deemed necessary if there should be the need. Instead, he had awakened Ensign Hudson without proper authorization, thereby violating a second-level regulation—in civilian terms, committed a misdemeanor . That much had been admitted by the witness, but beyond this he parried the prosecutor's questions—and did it so well that nothing significant emerged. It was also a fairly-well -established practice for a watch sentinel to waken one of his shipmates to share the time with him. Being the only conscious man on a vessel deep in space was not just lonely. To many it was frightening—actually psychologically disturbing-and for this reason the regulation prohibiting "unauthorized awakening" was generally ignored unless the man in question objected.
If such were, in fact, the only provable "crime," a mindscan would be a terrible assault on the privacy of this witness-of any
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witness, really, as evidenced by the rigid safeguards imposed upon anyone who used it. The results were automatically highly classified, and nothing gleaned from such a scan could ever be used as evidence against the subject in either a court of law or in a military evaluation. For anyone authorized to observe the scan, it was tantamount to a breach of upper-level security to reveal any information gained from it. (And I do so here, only because I know my notes will never be read by anyone but myself.)
Only a highly trained psychotech can operate the machine, which looks rather like a large sarcophagus. It is actually a vertical flotation tank in which the subject is suspended, nude, in a warm, viscous fluid. His head is secured to a rack, and is the only part of his body not emersed. Through a complicated maze of tiny electronic components, the operator induces his subject mentally to recall whatever experience is being investigated . The resultant series of visual images are converted into electrical impulses which can be viewed on a video screen, along with the auditory recall. If the memory under investigation is fresh, and the subject reasonably intelligent, the resulting images are quite graphic , although the sound is often distorted.
The machine was permanently stored in an alcove off the hearing room, because it would otherwise become station gossip if it were suddenly wheeled in during a session. Bad enough that the tech had to be summoned. For some reason, I detected almost a relief in Ensign Hudson's demeanor when I made the order for his mindscan. The defendant, on the other hand. had become visibly agitated.
There was a profound silence, as if every man in the hearing room was holding his breath, when Hudson stripped to enter the tank. His body was every bit as magnificent as his face and uniformed appearance had suggested. The definition of chest and torso formed an exquisite anatomical sculpture, as did the rounded curves of his buttocks and the lean, hard contours of his legs. He had very little body hair, except in the center of his chest and-of course-about his groin; but there was a light blond fuzz over most of his extremities and down the center of his beautifully corded abdomen. His genitals were even more breathtaking than I had expected. Quite dark against the ruddy, healthy glow of his thighs, his penis hung in a slightly drooping curve over the deep extension of his sac. His foreskin covered the cockhead loosely, permitting the slightly moistened tip to protrude through the folds. The testicles were large and full, suspended like a pair of rounded weights within the beet-red scrotum.
He seemed not the least embarrassed to display himself, and calmly permitted the psychotech to guide him into the machine. However, the de-fense counsel made a point of asking the board to observe that the witness bore no scars or lacerations upon his body. Since no evidence had yet been introduced to imply that such might exist, I found the request intriguing, to say the least. And, it was duly noted that no such marks existed, after the witness had obediently displayed all surfaces of his body to the court.
About twenty minutes elapsed before the subject was settled and the prosecutor's first questions were relayed by the tech. Almost immediately the initial images began to form on the screen. These were, naturally, restricted to the sights and sounds recorded in Hudson's mind, through his own eyes and ears. In other words, we saw and heard only what he had directly observed, and only from his angle of vision or audition.
First we saw the outline of the sleepcover being withdrawn, and the clearly recognizable features of the defendant looking down at him-all quite sharply focused for a man just emerging from deepsleep. A hand was extended, and the witness's own arm rose into his line of vision to accept the other's help in emerging from the container. We then had a full view of Midshipman Forrester, who stood before the witness completely nude, except for a black leather guardsman's harness forming an X across his chest, and attaching to a wide belt at the waist. He also seemed to wear a wide, gleaming metal band around his genitals. At first we caught only a glimpse of this, but Hudson must have been fascinated enough to focus his attention on the area, because we were soon treated to an amazingly clear image that lasted at least thirty seconds.
Compared to the witness, Midshipman Forrester was an anticlimax for me. That is not to say he was an unattractive man, but he was shorter and more compact. His body was heavier, and he had a generally darker aspect…swarthy skin with thick black hair covering his chest, lower arms and legs. He was muscular, firm and well contoured, but stocky and seemed almost muscle-bound in his movements. His face was pleasant and deceptively boyish, however, with China-blue eyes that gave him an almost-innocent, incongruous expression. He was well endowed, although his cock tended not to be as showy as zudson's pulling up to lie atop the rounded mass of his balls. His heavier growth of hair also tended to depreciate the size of his genitals.
Suddenly, he was out of Hudson's line of sight, and we could see only the row of sleep containers in the antiseptic atmosphere of the barracks. But we heard the witness quite clearly when he asked: "What are you doing with my hands? Why… why are you binding me? Hey, hey, cut it out!"
"Too late," replied the midshipman. "Don't worry; I'm going to take good care of you."
"We could see the images shift as Forrester guided his prisoner through several corridors, and eventually into the recreation area, where he stopped before some exercise equipment. There had been a garbled conversation back and forth between them, the main gist of which seemed to be that Forrester was in command. In my best judgment, it did not appear that Hudson had made any violent, or even strong objection. The tech noted for the record, though, that the "subject's strong mental turmoil " accounted for the poor audio quality.
There was a round, barrel-shaped piece of equipment
directly in center screen now. I recognized it as the standard abdomenal firmer. The user had only to crawl into it, lie flat, and turn it on to get a good workout from nips to crotch. But Hudson's vision carried us over the top, and suddenly swung down the far side. This was accompanied by a grunting sound, as his body had apparently been pushed belly-down on top of the barrel. We could hear him protest something about his feet, and a few moments later we had an awkward upward view as he watched the midshipman approach with a rope. This seemed to go around the neck, and after another few seconds we saw the floor and an upside-down view of the barrel's underside. We could also see a pair of hands working to secure the rope onto the base of the machine.
Through the pounding of the witness's own pulse against his ears, we could hear the defendant taunting him, boasting that he was "going to whip his ass, just so he'd realize who was boss." This was followed by a sharp crackle of something striking flesh; and Hudson must have closed his eyes, because the screen went black. But we could hear him cry out several times, begging his assailant to "ease up," to "let me go, and I won't make any report about it."
The whipping sounds grew louder and more regular, as the image on the screen swung wildly. We could see the rope grow taut, then slacken as the floor and side of the barrel alternately flashed before us. The more softly spoken demands for release gave way to cries of pain, and finally to almost bestial shrieks as the beating apparently grew more severe. After this, the time frame became confused, as the witness seemed to lose his previously well-ordered perceptions. There was a confusion of frenzied pleading, hard, resounding smacks of leather against the tight skin of his ass, and finally an almost sobbing agreement on Hudson's part, something to the effect: "Yes, Sir; I accept your mastery. I'll obey you.'
There followed a blurred sequence, during which I could see a couple of flashes that appeared to be a punishment collar. Then the room seemed to move down, as the ensign was raised to his feet. We had a clear view of Forrester, who had now donned a pair of formal uniform boots-gleaming black leather, reaching to just below the knee. He also displayed the palm of his left hand, where the ring controls for the collar were apparent as he assured his captive that a simple pressure of his thumb could bring on excruciating pain. He must have demonstrated this, as we could see: first, the movement of his thumb against the inside curve of metal, then a frenzied blur as Hud-son reacted.
We could hear Forrester's commands that the ensign get onto his knees, and we could see the toe of his boot as the prisoner was forced to lick the leather. It was difficult to estimate what effect all of this was having on my fellow board members, but I knew that my own arousal was such I would never have dared stand up from the table. I also observed some uncomfortable squirming among the court personnel. The screen now showed the other boot, already cleaned and polished , but suddenly shimmering from moisture as it was licked over its entire length. After several more minutes, the hairy surface along the inside of Forrester's thigh hairs becoming moist, depressed into swirls as the tongue moved higher, finally reaching the groin. From the underside, the midshipman's erect penis loomed huge and dark, the balls a great spherical mass at the base. Crisp black hair curled about the single globe comprising the thick-skinned sac and its paired contents, now appearing as one solid entity.
We were now face-to-face with the flaring cockhead, a moist purple-red eye leering out through the heavy folds of foreskin. From this perspective, at least, it appeared much larger than I might have expected from my earlier glimpses of its contour in repose. Then Hudson's lips had seized it, and we were carried with him as he traveled its length, the shield of pubic hair drawing closer, receding, close again until it blurred, wide shaft gleaming more brightly as the captive's saliva coated its surface.
Abruptly, unexpectedly, there was a violent flashing across the screen, as if a transmitter had been suddenly short- circuited. Then, out of the confusion emerged a clear picture of some teenaged boys cavorting along the side of a suburban street. Two of them grabbed a third, while the fourth—through the eyes of the witness-grabbed the restrained youth's belt, quickly unfastened it and pulled his pants down to his knees. The boy's cock flopped into view, already half erect, as a chorus of shouts and laughter resounded in the background. He had no underwear to preserve his dignity, and his friends were chiding him for it … exposing his secret.
"My apologies, Sir," said the psychotech, as he severed the connection and allowed the screen to go blank. He started to remove the cover from the tank. "That is all we can do for the moment," he said. "The witness is showing unusually severe signs of fatigue. In fact, I would suggest he not be subjected to the scan any further. He seems extraordinarily susceptible, and he could sustain neurological damage."
"Thank you, Chief," I said, fixing the prosecutor with as stern a glare as I could muster, for in truth I was painfully erect and probably dripping half a load into my own pouch. "Now, Sir," I intoned harshly, "since you have seen fit to subject this board to a revolting, pornographic invasion of this man's most private and intimate thought patterns, perhaps you will be kind enough to enlighten us. Precisely what first-level crime are you attempting to prove? I trust you did not come before a seven-man panel of senior officers to charge a midshipman with unauthorized breaking of a sleep cycle, or to revile us with the private sexual conduct of two subalterns."
"Commodore," stammered the prosecutor, "if I may respectfully submit, it seems apparent to me that the display we have just seen-revolting to be sure-is clear evidence that the defendant forcibly inflicted himself on the witness. That would constitute rape, and that-I believe-is a first-level crime."
During this exchange, Ensign Hudson had emerged from the tank. He stood, still nude, to one side of the cubicle as the tech used a warm air cleaner on him. The thick fluid from the tank was being rapidly removed, but it left his skin with a glowing blush of color. His cock, which he made little attempt to conceal , was still in the process of softening. His own artificially evoked memories had apparently affected him at least as strongly as they had me (and probably the other members of the board). I was about to throw another verbal block into the prosecutor, when the defense advocate finally came to life.
"If the Court please," he began, and I reluctantly broke my gaze to focus on him-a short, redheaded man with pleasant, rather pale features. "If I may be permitted to ask the witness one question, which he can answer with 'yes' or 'no,' we might
Glancing across at the naked witness, I decided that his lack of clothing did not serve to ruffle his aplomb and nodded assent to the attorney. "You may answer this one question," I told the ensign. "And please remember you are still under oath."
"Yes, Sir," replied the witness.
"Ensign Hudson," began the lawyer. "Please answer with a simple 'yes' or 'no.' Did Midshipman Forrester commit any act upon you, or force you to commit any act upon him that was not voluntary on your part?"
The witness flashed a smile across the distance between himself and the defense table, slowly shaking his head. "No, Sir," he replied at length. "I wasn't forced to do anything against my will."
The prosecutor erupted violently, shouting at the witness. "You mean to tell this court that you were subjected to all the…"
"That will do, Commander," I said. "The Court will take the witness's statement, as well as your objection, under advisement . And we will also adjourn for lunch." I smacked my gavel down, and started to push my chair away from the table. But looking down at my crotch, I thought better of it and remained seated, shuffling the papers in front of me, and pretending to make some notes in the margins. Military courtesy required the other board members to remain seated until I had gotten up and made my unobstructed way to the exit. "That's all, gentle-
men," I said with a wave of my hand. "You may leave. I want to make a few more notes.
As my fellow officers pushed back their chairs and spoke softly among themselves in leaving the room, I allowed my gaze to wander once again toward the witness, who was just patting himself dry with a towel. It had been years since I had felt this degree of attraction to another man, and I knew I would somehow find a way to consummate the desire still rising so desperately in my loins. he afternoon session involved the swearing-in of a succession of witnesses, whom the prosecutor had intended to interrogate under mindscan as he had done with Ensign Hudson. However, the defense advocate had learned quickly from the previous exchange and demanded that each be asked the single question: "Did the defendant subject you to any act to which you objected, or did he force you to commit any act upon his body which you did not do voluntarily?" In every instance the answer was "No." This took the wind out of the little weasel's sails, because it left me with no option but to refuse his request for the procedure. Finally, after the seventh potential witness had been dismissed-subject to recall-I asked if all the prosecution witnesses could be expected to reply in a similar manner, reminding the prosecutor that all the board members were busy men, whose time should not be wasted on such an ill-prepared attempt to bind a man over for trial.
(In all fairness I should note that Commander Blake, the prosecuting officer, had been on my shit list for years. He disapproved of sexual contact between officers and enlisted men at any time, and even felt that officers of diverse rank should refrain from sex with each other unless they were in duty situations where no other outlets were available. A rat-faced little twit with no physical attributes to recommend him as a sexual object, he took out his frustrations on anyone he could. I had made several subtle attempts to get him transferred out of my command, but no one else wanted him. Even his reputation as an attorney was not outstanding, which was probably why the powers-that-be had asked me to appoint him prosecutor.)
But to give the devil his due, Blake picked up quickly on my challenge. With a broad grin on his features, he replied that he had one witness who had not been "so mislead by the defendant as to lose all sense of moral judgment." He called Midshipman Michael J. Segovia to the stand.
Although the young man who now entered was so pretty he had to have been the product of genetic engineering, I did not react as strongly as I had to Ensign Hudson. But I still reacted. Segovia was genuinely young, only 25 according to his service record, but he had elected to hold at 20. His smooth, boyish features reflected an almost-feminine beauty. He was short, apparently well built, although slender. His hair was a brownish auburn, typical of northern Spain, and his eyes were a vibrant, almost startling green. His complexion was light, but glowed as if from a healthy sun tan. He regarded the board through long, dark lashes that might almost have been artificial. As he raised his hand to salute, I noticed the long, thick fingers, which undoubtedly correlated with a lengthy thickness elsewhere.
I returned to his salute, and he was promptly sworn in. Blake hovered beside the witness chair during these formalities, rubbing his hands together as he eagerly awaited the moment when he could take charge.
"Ensign Segovia," he began, "are you acquainted with Midshipman Forrester?"
'I'm a midshipman," replied the witness.
"Yes, yes; but please answer the question," blustered the prosecutor.
"I am acquainted with the defendant…intimately acquainted ," he answered.
'And this…er…intimate acquaintance," continued Blake. "Was this entirely voluntary?"
"Objection!" shouted the defense. "Acquaintances in the Service are seldom voluntary.
"Sustained," I replied. "Mr. Blake, please rephrase your question."
"Midshipman Segovia, did you have intimate sexual relations with Midshipman Forrester?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Were these sexual relations voluntary on your part?" urged the prosecutor.
Segovia hesitated. "Not all of them," he replied at length.
Blake sighed uncomfortably. Can you describe those which were not voluntary?" he asked. "Objection!" from the defense advocate. "If the Board pleases, it would be taking the actions out of context to imply certain acts were involuntary when the entire exchange apparently involved bondage-into which the witness may well have entered on his own volition.'
'This is a hearing, not a trial," I admonished the two lawyers. "I think this Board is capable of sifting through the facts. I am going to allow Mr. Blake's line of questioning, but I am also going to request that this Board be given a complete picture of witness's association with the defendant."
"Subject to its being stricken if it proves irrelevant?" asked the defense.
I agreed, and the questioning continued. In effect, Midshipman Segovia's testimony went as follows (with lawyers' interruptions deleted):
'I first met Midshipman Forrester when we were on the shuttle, being ferried out to the Scarpa Flow. He had been assigned a few months before, and was coming back from leave. I was reporting in…newly assigned. We were the only passengers on the final leg of the flight, by ourselves in the officers' lounge when he let it be known he was interested in me…sexually. He asked if I'd like to 'make it' with him, and then he grabbed my codpiece in such a hard grip he almost frightened me, but it also turned me on so completely, I didn't even hesitate to tell him I'd do anything he wanted me to. He laughed, then went and locked the door to make sure the
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steward didn't come back, then he stripped me. He was wearing semidress black, with full boots and buster brown, and he kept these on…just removed his tie and jacket. When I was naked, he ordered me onto my knees and told me to hold my hands behind my back, as if they were tied together. In fact, he made a remark about really tying them if I didn't keep them where he told me.
"This was the first time I had ever had sex like this; I mean, with the implied bondage and all, and it was very exciting to me. I did everything he told me, opened his fly with my teeth and pulled out his penis with my tongue. I was fairly inexperienced, and without being able to use my hands as I would ordinarily have done, I couldn't restrict the depth of his penetration. He was choking me with his penis, but he grabbed my arms when he thought I was going to move them. Then he spent quite a long time teaching me how to swallow his cock without gagging . He…he's quite well endowed.
"When I had him all very slick and heavily coated, because of all the phlegm he made me cough up, he had me lie over the back of one chair with my butt lifted up high. Then he held my hands together behind my back, and just by the force of his own erection, he probed for my anus and slipped into me. This was just before we were ready to dock, and he was still fucking me when the ready light went on, and they shut down the antigrav. I was afraid we'd lock onto the ship while I was still naked, but…well, it felt so good I didn't care. We floated up off the floor, with him hanging onto me. We turned over and over, but he never let loose. Then I ejaculated…all alone, without touching myself. I guess he did, too, because all of a sudden he was angry with me, threatened to 'whip the shit out of me' if I didn't clean up the mess. 'Course, my jism had floated all over the place, and he wouldn't let me get dressed until I'd licked it all up, made me climb all around the cabin, naked, on my hands and knees…him with his belt out of his pants now, snapping it at me. I was still so hot it didn't matter. I did just what he told me.
"Well, I managed to get dressed in time and all, and I really wanted to get together with him again right away. Only, he didn't seem very interested in me, once we got on board the Flow. I knew he was getting it on with half the men in the crew-both Service guys and civilians…enlisted, officers; it didn't matter. And he made fun of me…" (After some prodding by the defense, Segovia admitted that he had been in love with the defendant, who did not respond until Segovia found himself being awakened on the homeward flight, much as Hudson had been. His account picked up again at this point, after I had assured him that we wanted an accurate description of the events, and were not concerned with the lack of decorous language in his statement.)
"He had a punishment collar around my neck before I was fully awake, and he gave me a jolt to make me haul ass out of the sleep tank. He was naked, except for a harness and boots, and he was just as mean as hell…scared me, so I didn't argue with him-not at first, anyway. I just did what he told me, because I was afraid not to.
"Yes, Sir. I have to admit I was excited, too. And yes, I had an erection when he made me walk down the corridor to the rec room. I let him put shackles on my wrists, and I stood quietly while he inspected the other guys he already had strung up there…three, so far.
'Yes, Sir, we were all naked, just like we'd come from the sleep tanks and two of the guys were tied together. Forrester took me up to the third guy—that was Ensign Hudson, and he made me stand tight up against him. We both had our hands cuffed behind our backs, and he tied us together at the neck, then reached between us and snapped metal rings around our balls, and fastened these together, too. He took a pair of leather belts and buckled one onto the other, then used the whole thing to strap around our waists. There was no way we could get apart.
"No, Sir, I can't say I was unwilling or displeased up to this
point, but it wouldn't have made any different if I had been. He just told me what to do, and he gave me jolt through the collar if I didn't move fast enough—gave any of us the same thing. Anyway, he strung Hudson and me up by our necks to an overhead pipe, just like he had the other two. Then he went back for another guy, just leaving us there.
"He kept this up until he had six pairs of us hanging in the rec room—'his dirty dozen' he called us. And by the time he'd gotten the last guys up, those of us who had been there earlier were really beginning to feel it. I mean, it was hard to stand up there, naked and chained to another guy without being able to move around or rest your back. Of course, if anyone had fainted or anything he would have strangled along with the man who was attached to him. But that didn't seem to bother Midshipman Forrester. He just kept bringin' 'em in until he had his full dozen, all naked and strung up in pairs.
"Yes, Sir; it was very exciting to be bound to Hudson like that, and I couldn't help it when I got a hard-on, or that the sensation of having him breathing against my neck…nuzzling at it, almost…made me reach up my lips and kiss him. What Forres-ter was doing to me was making me so hot I couldn't control myself. But all of it was being done without my consent. Anyway , I stood there tied to Hudson until Forrester had all twelve guys strung up like I told you.
Then he started working on us, and that was when I told him to let me go. Instead, he just started whipping my ass until he brought tears to my eyes, and then he attached an electric line to my cockring. He shocked me a couple of times, which meant he was shocking Hudson, too."
"No, Sir; I really can't differentiate how much of my anger was due to his having all these other guys there, and wasn't just getting it on with me. I just know he was doing things to me I didn't want done, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
After a while, he cut me loose from Hudson and made me crawl around the floor, ordered to me lick the other guys' balls, to force my head between the bound pairs of bodies and go down on them.
"Yes, Sir, it was exciting to me. But it was still something I didn't do voluntarily. I did it because I had to, and because he'd have fried my neck and balls with his punishment rings it I hadn't done it. Then he must have sensed that I was pissed, because he singled me out for special humiliation. He tethered me by my balls to a table, so I just had to stand there while he left the room. He came back later with a bunch of equipment from the medical department. I could see tubing, and some other rubbery looking things. He put them all down on the floor, unhitched my balls from the table and made me lie down on it. Then, with all the other guys watching—still strung up in pairs, except for Hudson whom he brought over the help him-he strapped me down on my belly with my arms and legs tied to the four corners of the table. He ran one of the tubes up my ass and inflated some kind of a bulb that held it in place.
'He used a bottle of compressed air, and he slowly pumped me up with it. It hurt, because it caused all kinds of cramps. He kept kneading me, reaching under my belly and pressing on my stomach, I guess to get it all into me. When he finished, he turned me loose and made me crawl around to the other guys. I had to kneel with my face against their feet, kissing their toes and licking the inside of their calves. Of course, every time I had to bend down I let out a shot of air, so it sounded like I was farting. Everybody laughed at me, even though they there naked as I was, and tied up, and each one was periodically getting his ass and back whipped.
"Forrester kept asking me if I liked being slave to the slaves, and he held his palm out, open, so I could see the controls for the punishment collars on his fingers. I knew he'd jolt the hell
out of me if I said the wrong thing, so I told him I liked it, that I was enjoying every minute of it. My gut still hurt like hell, but gradually most of the air worked its way out of me.
"About this time, I could see that a couple of the guys weren't doing too well. Forrester had only given me a couple of nutrient caps when he took me out of the sleep pod, and I don't think he'd given any of the others any more than that. We'd only been in deepsleep for a few weeks, but I could feel my energy slipping, too. We really did need something to build up the blood sugar, and I wondered if Forrester was going to realize it before someone conked out on him. I was afraid to say anything , but if it had gone on much longer I probably would have.
"Finally though, he gave Hudson the keys to the shackles—all except for the punishment collars—and had him turn everybody loose. He marched us in formation down to the dining hall. Everyone had to sit at 'attention' around one of the tables, except for me. I had to dial up wine and food from the dispenser and serve the others…all the time crawling on my knees and calling everyone 'Sir.' He ordered the others to eat 'square meals' like plebes in the academy, where a guy has to sit rigidly in his chair, looking straight ahead, and lift each forkful up vertically from the dish until it's level with his mouth, then straight forward to eat it.
"I hadn't gotten anything for myself, and I had to kneel on the floor off to the side, while everyone else was eating and drinking. Forrester was sitting at the head of the table, and when he finished he swung his chair around to face me. He was naked, of course, like I told you, except for the harness and boots. He asked me if I was thirsty, and I told him I was. He had me dial up a fresh liter of wine and bring it to him-gave me a medium hard jolt through the nuts, because he said I was too slow.
"When he had the wine carafe in his hand, he made me kneel between his legs. He lifted the whole container to his lips and started to drink from it, purposely letting a lot of it run down the front of his body. Then he told me to lick it off. That this was all I was going to get to drink. I had to run my tongue all over the hair on his chest and belly. He shoved my head down into his crotch, where the wine had collected in his pubes. Finally, he stood up and poured some of the wine into a glass. He stuck his cock into this, and made me lick it off. And while his penis was still in my mouth, he kept dribbling the wine onto the base of it, so it ran down the shaft and onto my tongue. He kept reminding me it was all I was going to get to drink, so I'd better enjoy it.
"He actually gave me quite a bit, because I could really feel it, even more since I didn't get anything to eat. His cock had started to get hard while I sucked the wine off and he made me work on it until it was up all the way. He really gets big when he's completely hard-much bigger than you'd think, just to look at it when it's soft.
"'You want something to eat, cocksucker?' he asked me.
"When I told him I did, he just laughed at me…pulled his dick out of my mouth and smacked it down on the table a couple of times, then rammed it back into me. 'That's all the meat you're going to get,' he told me, and he grabbed the back of my head and made me deep-throat him until I thought I was going to strangle on it. Tears were running down my cheeks, and it was all I could do not to gag up the wine.
"And he must have been more carried away than he thought, because he forgot about the punishment controls on the inside of the rings. He was wearing them on almost every finger, because everyone was locked into a collar-paired in tandem, so that he could control all twelve guys, even though it that meant jolting each of the two, even if only one deserved it. Anyway, all of a sudden the guys started shouting out in pain, and half of them tumbled onto the deck because he'd depressed the buttons when he grabbed the back of my head.
That didn't seem to bother him. He just stepped back and laughed, working the controls and making everyone jump around in pain-me included. He stopped, eventually, and ordered us back into marching formation. Only this time he DRUMMER 100 made us stay on our knees. He must have really gotten off on it, because he was still hard as a rock when he started us down the corridor-twelve naked guys, all with punishment collars around our necks, made to crawl on our knees to the brig.
"As I guess you know, the brig on the Flow wasn't very extensive. In fact, because of space requirements the three cells were used for storage. At the time, they were full of cases. The steel-barred doors were closed and locked, though, so he ordered me to break out the irons from the locker beside the cells, and to secure each guy's hands behind his back. Then he had me use some rope and tie each guy to the bars by his cock and balls. I'd just finished doing this when one of the civilians-a big, burly guy with lots of hair on his body, name of Harris or Harrison…Anyway, he got mad about this time, and started shouting at Forrester. Called him a sick asshole, and said if he wanted to have sex with someone he ought to bring up one or two, not so many he couldn't handle them all.
"I was afraid Forrester was going to get mad and let him have it through the punishment collar. If he had, the guy might have really gotten hurt, because if he fell his whole body weight was going to pull down on his nuts. But Forrester just laughed at him, and asked him what he was going to do about it. He took the crop he'd carried down from the rec room and worked the guy's back and ass something fierce. That quieted him down …actually gave him a hard-on, so I guess he wasn't too bad off."
I interrupted the account at this point, remarking that even if all the testimony given by the witness Segovia were true, the behavior of Midshipman Forrester did not constitute a prosecutable crime in the absence of complaints by the alleged victims . I asked Segovia if he wished to file such a complaint, since he appeared to be the only alleged victim who would even testify. I fully expected him to answer affirmatively.
To my surprise, he fixed me with a solemn gaze through those hypnotically green eyes and slowly shook his head. "No, Sir. I do not wish to lodge a complaint."
The captain who sat to my right cleared his throat and looked at me for permission to address the witness. I told him to go ahead.
"Midshipman," he began, "it is difficult for me to understand why you went through all of this testimony, several times indicating your displeasure at what happened to you, and then telling us you don't wish to file a complaint? Could you enlighten the Board as to your reasons for this?"
The pretty little man looked down at his feet. "I testified as I did, Sir, because I was sworn to tell the truth."
"But did not Midshipman Forrester commit acts upon you, or force you to commit acts upon others that you did not wish to do?" urged the captain.
"At the time I didn't think I wanted to do them, Sir; but now I realize I really did want it all to happen."
Another captain, second down on my left interjected in a kindly tone: "Are you in love with Midshipman Forrester, son?"
"I think I was, Sir, early on, but…"
I glanced at the chronometer on the wall behind the witness, and noted that it was past the time we should have adjourned. "Midshipmen," I said, "it is time to terminate this session, but I wish before we do so that you would tell us simply, in your own words, why you do not wish to file charges against Midshipman Forrester.
"Because I'm in love with Ensign Hudson," he blurted. He looked up at me sharply, then, and I could see the glint of tears in his emerald eyes.
I think all of us on the Board were thoroughly confused by Segovia's unexpected answer. But it was time to pack it in, and I rapped the gavel, hoping that the next session would begin to П make some sense.
Be sure to catch the final installment of Board of Inquiry by Larry Townsend in Drummer 101.
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CHORUS by JASON KLEIN aniel is my brother, my lover. He is the first man who let me enjoy being buried alive in the sand. My slaves are all numbered. My master has yet to be identified. He will be the first man to make me suffer being buried up to my neck in the ground for longer than I want until I know exactly who is in control, who I have delivered myself unto, and who I worship for having given me the experience, along with an opportunity to write about it.
We sat on a darkening shore, Daniel finding gruesome faces on the pebbles there and all of us bursting, laced.
'Each one looks more rotten," Debbie laughed.
"Dracula withering," I agreed. The sunset cracked our indifference, glowing and flaring behind the confident flight of birds crossing the marsh with a broader vision than my own, but possibly less imagination. I no more created my language than the birds did. I am only my tongue's product, subject to the realities it has convinced me of. Birds may have as much imagination as I do, but with fewer words to describe it, fix it and modify it. I admire this basic honesty of animals. Whether or not they chose it is immaterial.
In the final twilight, Daniel had me showing him how to skip stones across the lake's agitated hide, and strange as it seems, I suddenly felt like a boy feeling like a man for the first time in his life. I have never felt that way before even though social evolution through an originally distracted, modified, then repressed homosexuality intensified by the sanctification of reproduction . Am I my own evidence? Is my theory of behavioral neoteny universal to humanity or merely autobiographical?
Human behavior is largely inherited, partly through tradition , partly through genetics. Each behavioral trait (sexuality, aggression, intelligence, sociability and aesthetics-perceptual selectivity) begins as a polygenetic response pattern, an action potential generated and shaped by a multitude of genes, then modified by its biological and cultural environment. The degree to which the environment influences these genetic potentials depends on the intensity with which the genes collectively work to express themselves, some being extremely pliable, some equally obdurate, most of them variably definitive.
Within any human population, these polygenetic behaviors vary with the individual, but only within a spectrum of qualities ranging from one extreme to another (heterosexual to homosexual , submissive to dominating, idiot to genius, social to antisocial, monotonous to extravagant) with varying degrees of intermediate qualities (bisexual, compromising, perceptive, hospitable, discerning) lying between those considered to be opposite one another. Where any one individual lies along one PAGE 24 of these spectrums and how the society orients toward that portion of the spectrum determines whether the individual's growth will be healthy or neurotic.
Since humans think dichotomously, human societies orient to many of these spectrums as if only their extremes existed, one inevitably rewarded while the other is inescapably punished . Since the majority of the population lies within the intermediate range, most people are distorted by this dichotomous treatment, their psyche fragmented, and the fragments selectively reinforced.
When I had him so he was about to shit, I tied him up so he hurt and could not easily control his ass. Then I told him. "You will not shit on that floor.'
He needed to piss.
"Nor will you wet yourself."
He grew furiously on the verge of crying.
"Until I order you to. You will piss and shit when I tell you to."
Human society first separates the individual into what is human and what is animal, punishing the animal while glorifying the human. The human is then divided into masculine and feminine, the social environment malnourishing one sexual identity while fostering the other according to the individual's genitals, often with some incidence of sexual confusion or transsexualism. Usually masculinity exaggerates the men while femininity dulls the women as a background for masculine theatrics.
At the same time that the androgynous "manape" is being split into masculine or feminine humans, what remains of the individual's behavior is also separated into normal and abnormal . Behaviors that do not fit the contrived norm are riddled with fears and guilts while conventional attitudes are emotionally reinforced.
If the individual survives this level of oppression long enough to reach puberty, its emerging sexuality is then divided into the perverse and the sanctified. Perverse acts are criminalized and often punishable by death while the sanctified acts flourish in a neurotic manner, anxiety-ridden by previous oppressions. Sexual potentials are undermined and strictly controlled, but the sexual urge is not easily discouraged and resists even the most brutal repression, thus also generating the most intense anxieties.
The end result is a breed of men alienated from a breed of women and each individual alienated from itself, each selectively nourished to grow in a distorted manner and trained to behave in the traditional fashion. This is how humans breed and domesticate their animals. This is how humans breed and domesticate their children and thus humanity itself.
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His bone raged with the rest of him, fanatic with the attempt to control himself. I wondered if this was regressive, a synthetic neoteny or at least the fantasy of one, but before I could research it, I lost the idea inside another beating, mine as well as his, his bladder too frightened to control itself, his ass too final. understand the elimination of repulsions is necessary if the process of maturation is to complete itself. Their glorification is only erotically relevant.
Civilization works by making you feel small. It belittles your individuality, degrades you for deviating from the contrived norm, then shames you for having put your society through the bother. And you deserve it because you are a child and a damn nuisance. Suddenly it is a crime to do, have or want anything unless your society says you can. You resist at first, but by the time you've been potty-trained, you are serving your society forever.
Nobody enjoys serving their society. Fanatic or depressed, they do it because it is their duty and because life is too serious to enjoy, enshrined with solemn vows and whispered supplications.
Should you fail to appreciate the seriousness of serving, your society threatens you with criminalization and damnation. Frightened and feeling guilty, you remain obediently small. This is a power game. This is SM conventionalized into a style of living, societies where people are set against themselves and even more so against one another. It is mass neurosis in progress.
Sir,
The official story is that you dragged me from trashcan to trashcan and publicly beat the living worms out of me at every one of them, and now Wade isn't quite the same anymore. There is much truth in that with only a few changes to color certain people's green. Still black and blue over you—sounds like, feels like a song and dance routine at the edge of a jungle dripping with tortured bodies. Apocalypse. I'm howling, but nobody cares and all I can do is wet my pants in fear.
Forgive me. I'm laced at the moment. Being among the boys again, I'm secretly feeling very cocky, the way we were when leaving Tannhauser. Also, since you were concerned, Daniel seems very comfortable with you. Having met you, he realizes my trust in you is not poorly founded.
Miss you, Wade
P.S…I wrote this before I actually talked with JR and discovered you had already told him the battered details. He couldn't wait to see the bruises, so I saddled my kite and swung cros-stown to his plate. I displayed them, I watched them with unprecedented pride and much hooting. Thank you, Sir.
He needs to remember me.
Wives, children and dogs-all are slaves to a fierce sort of masculinity and a sad feminity. Occasionally the sad become fierce and overturn the male power structure. Sometimes fierce males have overturned female power structures. Which first overthrew the other is purely academic and not easily proven.
In many societies, all faces are expected to look up to men, but men caught eyeing other men are suspected of perversion, so the sanctified man eyes himself instead and through the women bred to mirror him. It is no secret that women are expected to act as sounding boards for male insecurities. The prevalence of male power structures suggests to some that the human male possesses an inherent advantage over the female. If this is true, what men have done with that advantage does not credit them with much maturity and further suggests the male is also more frightened, as neurotic as he is insecure about himself , especially through the invention of nonexistent dangers.
People are not desperate for power unless they are desperate to impress themselves and to intimidate others, usually because they are themselves easily intimidated—sometimes by a true enemy, sometimes by the indifference of their world, often by that portion of themselves that has remained unknown, oppressed yet forever seeking to be realized.
In a heteroneurotic society, people of the same sex are not to look at one another without criticism. In a male-dominated society, masculine criticism is standardized as justice; feminine criticism standardized as idle gossip. In many of the societies before 2000 B.C. and some as late as 50 B.C., the masculine / feminine roles were completely reversed or at least more balanced. (Research the documents from ancient Egypt, Sumer, Anatolia, Babylonia, the Minoans and ancient Ethiopia; also the histories of Diodorus Siculus, Herodotus and Sophocles). y first impression of Lord Preston was that he was much taller than I had expected him to be, but not heavier which indicated to me he was a predator instead of a scavenger. I took every opportunity to inform him of what I liked by telling freely of my previous ordeals.
My second impression feared that Lord Preston would put me into shock. He belted my virgin shoulders so hard so immediately that I knew I had no hope of building delicate cruelties into architectures of pain. The temple automatically went up with the first smack of his belt breaking stars, the second smack bursting my appreciation, and the third screaming. I had no gag to bite into, no chains to pull, no ropes as much as I wanted them. The fourth and several more blows cut into my shoulders with no sensitivity to my own, and I had no excuse for it-no bondage, only a foolish submission. I had felt blows like these once before and feared going into shock even more than I feared the black and blue marks. Daniel and I have survived my bruises before.
Lord Preston's belt continued breaking me and my thoughts. I squeezed teeth and grabbed rubber corners, praying to no god that I would come out of this happier than I was. I wanted to cry, but I was too busy resisting the pain to submit to it.
Finally he stopped belting me, his fingertips rupturing along my beaming hide as he traced the muscles where I cringed. He whispered how beautiful they were and kissed me where it felt best. I sank under superficial idolizations dry with fear and crystallizing into worship before I even knew it, a second beating shattering any self-analysis I may have begun. I only knew that I saw a part of myself in Lord Preston though he was more powerful and my harmlessness more obvious.
With that thought, I angered and raged against the whipping pain, but he only cared about himself. When he finally stopped, I thought it best I express my concern.
"I thought you were heavy," he chided.
I sensed his smug eye behind me, wondering as he belittled my previous tales as bragging and labeled my heavy a strange sort of puff.
"Others have told me I'm heavy…intense. I am, but in other ways."
He could have smacked my insolence. Instead he grew excited by the knowledge that my shoulders had never been whipped before and that he was opening areas within me that had never been opened. I fed on his fever, and he wasted no time relentlessly beating me for the rest of the night as he led me from one trashcan to another. Lord Preston had a new dog to show.
Except that he prefers to think of us as stallions.
He lured me into his control with the prospect of his taking me out in a black leather collar and leather restraints, my back displaying his marks and my mouth gagged to keep me from bragging about them, my breathing always worried, my eyes less fierce. Instead he led me about without the gag and with a far subtler bondage. I resented it then, but how much more effective it was, his forcing me to serve the physical reinforcement I once, still find erotic.
My third impression of Lord Preston was that either I did what he wanted or I was in more trouble than I already was in. This impression was largely a projector of my own anticipations, but
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soon fretted with the knowledge that this man could turn me into a bloody mush and I would love it. Definitely a less confident impression than the first and even the second impressions.
Then, a few trashcans later, the beatings began to feel good, orgasms of pain and fear blasting as I fought against ropes and chains while naked in front of strangers. Sometimes I feared my Lord's mood; sometimes I bathed in the sweat and the heat of his body embracing me, all of me in a cold terror though my flesh was hot with battered nerves. I exaggerated every sensation with frantic breathing, our bodies in love, his deep voice hungry at the vision of my marked muscles.
At the silky diner, the man wearing dead mice around his neck did not know what we were doing. At the Tannhauser, the heterosexuals knew and were amazed. They had gathered there at a convention for the liberation of sadomasochism from a nonconsensual oppression. The heterosexuals amazed me as much as we amazed them, many of the men having eroticized being punished for their transvestism, glorious with transsexual humiliation as they suffered—in a very reserved sort of way-for trying to be what they weren't. The air was heavy with guilt, some of it nervous, some of it smug.
Lord Preston eyed my eye and smiled, "This is very bizarre."
I laughed inside a stiff and tender body, fascinated by these people while crazy with a lust to be beaten gain and the fear of where it was leading me. Before I could sadden, Lord Preston for the first time ordered me to strip in front of heterosexuals. Naked except for my socks, I was even more acutely aware of my nudity and remembered hearing of this tactic before. I breathed with an increasingly genuine dread, my belly tightening and pulsing while the tip of my peanut stung, needing to piss. I wanted some water.
As this man who was pretending to be my Master proceeded to bind me spread-eagle to a vertical grid, a mistress grabbed me from behind, kneading her claws into my elephants and munching in my ear, asking if I, poor thing, had been left there all alone. I turned my eyes away from her with all the pride of knowing who my real Master was and, for her information, eyed him. She asked the question again of Lord Preston and he politely dismissed her, then overwhelmed me with the most erotic beating of my life. He could have beat me until I only hung there blubbering, incapable of any resistance, physical or spiritual. He could have continued beating me even then until my raging bone finally spilled and I screamed, mindlessly roaring . He could have beat me further, but he didn't, knowing when to stop since he wanted me again and with as many marks on my body as he could leave without losing my affection.
He got more marks than either of us anticipated because he was too sensuous and I too crazy with it to say no as he pulled me out of the applause of heterosexuals into the biggest piss-drinking fistdrilling trashcan of them all. Again he ordered me to strip, chained my wrists to an overhead beam and, grabbing me by the hair, proceeded to beat my tender body, but so hard my rage was genuine again, yanking against his firm grip on my scalp, my terror loveless even as the crowd of grimy muscled men shook their cans and sprayed me with beer and soda. The belt was too angry for me to want it; my panic too cold. I exploded, hauling myself off the ground until suspended by flexed biceps, the rest of me twisting and struggling to deal with, then escape, rage at and finally submit to that belt until frantic to escape it again and again.
Every time he stopped, I rushed at his embrace and accepted his deep long kiss into my heavy breathing. Every time he beat me again, I had no time to wonder why.
He grabbed me in the middle of a fear and signaled he was done, releasing me. I grabbed a pole so I could remain standing , vaguely aware my pose was not as theatrical as I believed, shoulders and elephants radiating. His voice behind me praised my body, his mind anxious with how beautiful his marks were as I struggled back into my clothes. In a room where we were allowed to talk, he told me he only stopped because he caught himself losing control, crazy with the sight of me at the end of his belt. I told him he enjoyed beating me much harder in front
of wild men than among heterosexuals, then laughed defensively at a gush of unexpected pain. More secretly I resisted the growing urge to spare myself an emotional tangle between this man and Daniel. Lord Preston still alarms me and more so with every reevaluation of that night.
I think he caught me analyzing then. Suddenly he ordered me to pull my pants down and pushed me back onto the gametable. I worried as he chained my wrists to my throat and proceeded to whip my bags and bones with loops of thong. I adored it, then resented it; writhed and groveled under it, then screamed before adoring him again because he knew where to stop without lessening my fear of him.
When he was done, I grabbed his embrace, frantic to taste him and licking wherever he ordered me. He seemed to know I wanted his armpits and his crotch and sweaty socks. He pushed my face into all of them and allowed me to bathe my tongue and mind there. When he turned me around and brought my back into his chest, I risked driving my flaring elephants into his crotch and massaged between his thighs while my head sailed. wordless, thick with sensations while a flood of conflicting emotions hid behind my smile. I considered biting him, but decided this public was no protection. The crowd had already screamed for my blood while my Master was beating me for his own pleasure. They were hardly the sort to save me from his anger.
Lord Preston yawned, causing the naked man who had been watching us to fumble his bone and depart, indignantly astounded. I laughed, filling myself with the sensations at the back of my head rubbing the back of his.
Lord Preston brought me to bed with him. He wondered why I didn't want to take my socks off even as he began to do it for me. I told him it was too erotic keeping them on, mentioning I was drawn to them because of their label when a more honest response would have hooted that I wanted to keep them on because they clung to my feet with the filth from every floor he had beaten me over. I resorted to dishonesty in the fear of sounding too romantic only to find I had failed to feed his ego and please him as I would have liked. I feared the loss of other interests and so risked the loss of Lord Preston.
For many people, the existence of a god is a reality when in truth there is no real evidence of any god, except as an ultimate extension of imaginary power structures.
When you pray, you are actively convincing yourself that a god does in fact exist. When you pray despite growing doubts, then you are hoping somebody else will take control of your life. When you are truly desperate to believe in god, then prayers sometimes "work," the intensity of that desperation drawing out of the individual potentials it never knew it had, and never will know, given its kind of faith and the faith of others feeding into that faith.
Miracles and "faith healings" are no proof of my god. They only prove desperate people can do more with their own mind and body than they think they can. It tells me they have been tricked into believing that their unrealized potential lies in another being, be it through possession by demons or through the grace of god. It also suggests that gods are hypertrophic manifestations of our innermost desires to be more than we are and that we worship our gods as intensely as we lust to worship ourselves. This phase of self-worship is necessary if the individual is ever to get over itself and mature with the energy to confront the business of a daily survival, preferably within a cooperative group effort seeking enough time to play as well as work together. Without work, we lose meaning. Without play, we lose our warmth and become too serious to love. hen I next woke, I frowned at the lack of rope around my hands and feet, but hardened happy in the warmth of Lord Preston's body curled round my own. He stirred, rose, then brought his peanut into my mouth and nonchalantly pissed. I guzzled even as his bladder proved larger than my belly, all of me snorting for air and steadying myself by
grabbing his naked legs.
"Are you horny?" he whispered into my half-sleep.
"Yes, Sir."
His hand molested the hole between my elephants, greased it and brought his fresh bone into place. After a preliminary peeve, my hole opened, he slid in, and I learned he could drill my hole all day and I would love it, the explosions as painless as they were disorienting. A passion thickened inside me, only to flounder as Lord Preston ordered me to work myself into spilling . My bone was already hard and I worked it, but inside I wanted his hand there instead of my own. My bone refused to rage and spill, as if waiting for him to take control. Suddenly I realized he was in control, the use of his hand inappropriate, the use of my body his. From behind me, he whispered into my ear, his bone still moving wondrously inside me, his words sounding a reality where with a single word he would bring tears to my eyes, a trembling to my body, and my body to its knees, pleading. He talked of taking each part of my body one at a time, shoulders, then elephants, bags and peanut, each arm, each thigh and calf, hand and foot, torturing each one until all of me is too tender to touch and my mind hurting so much that it breaks when he orders me to decide which part of me he'll torture next.
Remembering the depth of my uneasiness as I had to wait, anticipating his next beating, remembering how easily he put me in and out of my clothes, I knew what the single word from him would be.
"Strip."
That terrifying order to yield everything to his brutal whim. The thought crazed me and I spilled endlessly until Lord Preston ended it, or so it seemed.
Even more disquieting is that he has me so I no longer know what's real and what's contrived. I can't seem to discipline myself to forget him. It sounds ridiculous. It feels ridiculous. But sometimes he has me so confused I find myself on the verge of crying, desperate to be embraced.
Then I grow angry at my failure to keep things in proportion and I shake myself for a new perspective. How long is this going to last?
Anxiety is an emotional turmoil desperate for direction. Charged with fears and doubts, it can be reactive, resolving its desperation by focusing on a specific concern; or it can be diffuse, without direction or motivation, its desperation suspended and therefore resistant to resolution. This diffuse anxiety is usually subconscious and manifests itself as seriousness. If the desperation is suspended long enough, its energy dissipates and sobriety becomes apathetic, desperation incapable of resolution , and insecurities fixated.
Anxiety evolved as a mechanism for quickly responding to attack or peril. Its desperation was not meant to be suspended indefinitely until apathetic. Chronic anxiety is a mental disorder . It is neurosis; mass neurosis when conventionalized.
By belittling and degrading anyone's individuality, conventionalized SM generates a common anxiety, then diffuses it during the early years of training. Unable to resolve our desperation , we force it out of awareness and became serious. The conventionalized SM reinforces this seriousness with religious and political delusions which act either as a narcotic to encourage apathy or as a decoy for those whose energy will not dissipate, the decoy drawing their anxieties out of the subconscious and focusing them into a lust for power and glory.
The dichotomous action of these delusions allows conventionalized SM to breed two types of people—those who will let themselves be controlled and those who want to control. The power game acquires its players, all of them chronically anxiety-ridden, the convention makes the rules, and mass neu- rosis sets them into action.
The SM of sexual fantasy, erotic SM, is merely a reflection of its conventional form. It does not exist as an element of mass neurosis, but as a compensation for it. By eroticizing the conventional power game into a context for fantasy, sexual SM allows the participants to play parts of the power game they aren't playing in their everyday lives. Usually the fantasies allow the players to take roles opposite those they have in reality, but occasionally the fantasy simply exaggerates the everyday roles to an extreme that reality would not allow. Either way, the object is to release suppressed emotions. Fantasies are a response to unresolved anxiety, just as anxiety is a response to danger.
Fantasizing lets you focus some diffuse anxiety, give it a direction, and release it. Dreams release the subtler anxieties, those originating and unresolved during the course of a day or two. The longer the anxieties persist, the more fixed they become, requiring more violent emotions to resolve them.
Erotic SM's major potential is in its violence. The more intense the erotic SM, the more violent the emotions it releases. Erotic SM therefore has the potential to resolve some of our most fixated anxieties, including those that have us serving our society.
No conventional system will tolerate this. Mass neurosis is more difficult to maintain if its chronic anxieties are being focused and resolved without social regulation, thus lessening the seriousness or apathy with which people will serve. For this reason alone, the convention has duped its neurotic masses into believing that fantasy play, especially erotic SM, is more neurotic than their conformity. ord Preston communicated with me today. His voice, his instructions left me with a raging bone, yet he had my entire body shivering and worrying. I'm still shaking. I can see his game. I know exactly what he is doing, but it changes none of my reactions. I still feel powerless in his play, knowing how to escape but lacking the will to do so, even as I try to convince myself I am only contriving this. I can see me telling myself I will get over him and at the same time stepping into his presence, knowing it to be a trap I may never leave.
He made it clear how much he owns me. Will he achieve his goal only to toss me aside like some toy that no longer amuses him?
I fear the totality with which this may fixate me on him. Already he has me in places no one has ever had before. This no longer feels like a game. It never did. I only told myself it did. What really allows me to continue, besides his own personal force, is the fact that he has made it clear that this will not intrude into my relationship with Daniel.
To Lord Preston, Daniel is merely another stallion Lord Pres- ton's stallion has taken a strong fancy to.
It's just an idea, but it struck me that originally gods may have acted as a primer for aggression, the eroticization of fear transfigured into a final power we must forever defend ourselves against. The first gods were like the punching bags we work out on in order to remain more aggressive than we are but have to be to survive. If this is more than just an intuitive inspiration, if there is a basic truth here, then I need to determine how the punching bags became other people labeled freaks, perverts and inferiors while the gods mutated into justifications for their persecution, divine disciplinarians compensating for our failure to remain responsible for ourselves. In any form, gods were undoubtedly invented out of a desperation for power.
Sir,
The bruises look beautiful in the mirror, even if they have dulled under the dust of new cells. They seem more a part of me now and make me look like an animal. I suspended myself by the neck to watch them and how I might struggle, how I might look in your eyes, angry for air and suddenly pissing in the terror of your reaction and how it would feel if you were beating me then. Your reaction was only a fantasy, but I easily spilled even though I could not beat myself the way you would. I didn't even try, and I didn't actually piss in terror until, still hanging by my neck and tied hand-and-foot, I tried for a sec- ond coming.
THE LORD EATHE by JACK FRITSCHER lashblinded, like a deer caught in poachers' headlights , the blond body builder with the drop-dead looks breaks into a sweat. Champs and chumps know when the jig is up. He knows they've tracked him. Found him. Chased him down. The Lords of Leather. Caught up with him, roaming too far too late at night from his sanctuary in the flourescent doorway of the donut shop at 18th and Castro.
There he was a regular, Saturday and Sunday afternoons, posing shirtless on the crowded sidewalk, stripteasing, beguiling in the California sun. He was a titleholder. Mr. This. Mr. That. When he was not stripshaved for a physique contest, thick blond hair matted across his hairy pecs, down his muscular abs, glossing his big legs and golden forearms. The world was his stage and 18th and Castro was his posing platform. He was the strong, silent type flashing an easy grin with his straight, white teeth. He finger-combed his perfect blond hair, displaying his twenty-inch biceps. Every move practiced. Muscles flexed, then relaxed, flexing again. Big basket thrust, loose in faded Levi's, or jockstrapped in grey cotton gym shorts, dissembling decoy, intimating sexual promise. He was a master at butch-flirting .
"I'd be surprisingly good for you."
Standing by the side of the normal-sized man he called his lover, he used the man as an excuse not to deliver the sex his seductive look promised. His game was the cruelest game in town: Turn-On-and-Turn-Down. Men wished his lover dead, as if he were the last obstacle between themselves and sexual paradise with the body builder. But it wasn't the lover. It was the body builder. He was a pricktease, all that playing at Turn-On-and -Turn-Down, smiling the smile that disarms men, tempting gentle men cruising by, accepting their gifts and suppers, and then announcing, "Not now. Understand me. I don't mean no. I mean not now.
They think he means later.
But he means never.
The Lords of Leather know.
They have watched, listened, investigated. Too many men have talked to the godfather Lords of Leather about the ball-breaking heartbreaker. The village is too small for so much hurt. Too many vulnerable, mellow men have been led on, defrauded, raped: not their bodies, but their very hearts, souls, essences.
Tall, blond and handsome, the southern-fried body builder, who came to California from nowhere, intimating his home was the Lone Star State, and before that Norway, and way before that the Planet Krypton, has stayed too long at the fair, has stood too long tangling his lines at Hibernia Beach.
Lord, it's the devil. Would you look at him!"
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"I never dreamed he'd have blue jeans and blue eyes."
His furry hand pocket-pools his big cock provocatively in his Levi's whose texture and tone are as calculated as the seawater he uses to lighten his blond hair to a Pacific shimmer. His muscle sweat tastes like steroids. This god's body was not built by God. He is endowed by Dow. Chemicals create the steroid sheen of his golden calves worshiped by men who respect and adore what they believe comes from good genes, pumping iron and protein smoothies.
"Things have reached a pretty pass when someone pretty lower class can be respected and admired."
The body builder is a rapist. An emotional rapist. He has stayed too long in the village: the scene of his crimes. Once he was desired for his Coltlike look; now he is a face on a WANTED poster hanging in a hundred desert hearts. He hustled one too many: the one he called with lying tongue, Lover.
"High-flying adored: so young, the instant fantasy of the bedroom.
Exposed by his lover and cornered at night by vigilantes, a half block off Folsom, he is caught in his act: teasing his way down Ringold Alley, his shirt stripped off, his hairy chest exposed through his open leather jacket, moseying his slow bubble-butt grinding stride, he suddenly finds the tables are turned. His attitude melts in the hot glare of Harley-Davidson headlights. He sweats, not the sweat of the victorious body builder posing triumphant on a stage high above a cheering crowd, but the animal sweat of fear. He tries to run, dropping his usual body-builder strut like the Emperor's new clothes. The twenty bikers gun their engines, drowning the taped music blaring from the nearest bar: "You're so vain. I bet you think this song is about you." The blue exhaust roils up through the glare of headlights.
These are the Lords of Leather.
A deep voice, very low-key, announces through a hand-held megaphone: "Stop where you are. This is no game. Tonight is your night.
The body builder backs away from the approaching phalanxes of black-visored helmets. His wide lats and broad shoulders press his back and butt hard against the grille of a parked van. Suddenly its headlights flash on bright.
He is caught. He is a target.
The zap-whir of a Taser gun hits his oiled pecs. The electric shock stuns him. The village has welcomed and approved the contract on him. The Lords of Leather are experts at attitude adjustment. His lover for three years thought he was a saint. At first, maybe, he was. He could have been one of the boys, one of the men, in fact, one of the Lords themselves, but in his secret heart he has always held them all in contempt. No one is good enough for him, unless they can match the checkbook of the man he calls Lover. "No one is straight-acting enough," he says, flexing his gut-wrenching forearms and fists. "Everyone is too gay." The Lords of Leather know how to avenge one of their
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own who exploits their own.
In the middle of Ringold Alley, sited through a rifle scope, blinded with the headlights, the panicking body builder reels on his feet. His big calves with their inverted heart shapes give out on him. He wrestles against big arms in black leather jackets. Men of every size and type and look and age. He punches at their Darth-Vader visors. They slam him against the van.
A rogue SFPD motorcop rides with them. He spreads the body builder palms-down against the van, kicks his boot wide apart, and strips him of his fur-collared CHP leather jacket.
The headlights hit the muscleman's back as brilliantly as any physique contest spot. He thinks they're playing a prank. He tries to play along, turning into the bright spotlight, teasing them with a double-biceps pose, then a twisting chest shot displaying his right arm, and finally crunching down full force into the most muscular crab shot that always before has brought physique contest crowds cheering to their feet. He is surprised. His packaged appeal fails to distract them.
They blindfold him. Fast. He is cuffed. Hands behind his back. They pop his 501s open and pull them down around his ankles. A buck knife cuts sharp and quick through the denim. His brown construction boots are shackled together. His amber coke snifter rolls out to the curb. A gloved hand grabs it up. His aspirin tin of anabolic steroids, small Dianabol pills as blue as his eyes, hits the pavement. An iron-heeled boot crushes it.
"One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all over you!" He is picked up bodily. This time not in trophied triumph. They carry him like a side of beef to the back of the van. Other leather-gloved hands, waiting inside, strip off his blindfold and speedwarp his perfect blond head in a black leather hood, cinching it fast and tight. There are no eye or nose holes, only a round circle for his mouth. They pick him up, thrashing, and stuff him inside a pine packing crate. He kicks against the wood, scraping his elbows and bloodying a knee. The cuffs cut into his wrists behind his back. Rough-grain splinters press a new kind of definition into his bulging shoulders.
"The joke," he shouts with a voice no one has heard before, "has gone far enough."
No one listens. No one can hear him over the hammering as they nail the pine crate shut, nailing him in, deafening him, even to his own pleading.
In two minutes flat, he has been snatched, stripped, hooded, cuffed, shackled and boxed for transport.
The black van lurches out of Ringold Alley. The steady roar of the bikes in motorcade sound muffled to him inside the van, inside the crate, inside the rubber-contoured interior of the leather hood masking his good-looking face. Animal fear hardens his cock. He wants out. He wants the joke to end. Just last week, with his lover, they had seen the movie..
Someone is blowing popper through a tube into the crate. What was he thinking? His mind melts into dysfunctional terror.
He is helpless. The cords of muscle. The ropes of his veins. The very bulk of body building. Being musclebound was always his secret bondage trip. Now his popper-high head lures his dick to harden into the humiliation of public bondage. Only his lover had known. Only his lover had ever tied him into heroic bondage poses, worshiping him more than humiliating him, once pissing on his muscles and his bedful of physique trophies spread across the leather sheet. Pissing in his mouth.
"There's a difference between a first-class private toilet and a common public urinal."
In his amyl haze, the body builder realizes, suspects, fears, if this is no prank, if his lover can't spring him, that he is about to be forced, as sure as form follows function, to perform in public exactly the way he's built: like a brick shithouse. They won't. They couldn't. His lover loves him.
The van pulls into an industrial warehouse in China Basin. The crate is offloaded. Unboxed, he is dragged naked across the oily cement floor. He can see nothing through the hood. He breathes the smells that internal combustion engines saturate into road-greased, sweat-soaked leather thighs. He is pinned PAGE 32 spread-eagle to the cold concrete floor by four, and then six, men. They stretch out his left arm. A leather belt is tightened around his baseball bicep. Bigger hands than his roll his left hand into a fist, work it open and closed, pumping his veins up to full vascularity, then holds his closed fist down.
"NO!"
A big hand flattens his face. A rubber gag, formed like a thick-stubbed cock, is forced past his lips and teeth, over his silver tongue, and back into his throat. The hands hold his left forearm steady. He feels the point prick his inner forearm. A crystal flow of irresistible light shoots up the massive vascularity of his vein. He feels himself go limp. He is in himself. Beside himself. Against what will he has left, his glossy-toned body goes limp.
"Welcome to the Hotel California. You can check in, but you can never leave."
The pressure of the hand comes off his face. The press of normal-sized bodies pinning him to the floor releases him. He wants to sit up, but he cannot.
They strap him into a heavy leather sling slick with grease and gritty with old sweat. He is not the first brother to betray the village fraternity to become a sexual fascist, teasing and tempting and vamping, mocking ordinary, regular guys with his extraordinary looks, making them feel small, as if he and his muscle buddies, and, of course, his lover with the credit cards, had the first and final vote on who was hot and who was not.
"His smile was a benediction men took home to jerk off to, never questioning who the hell ever said that the world's per- fect man is a hairy blond body builder?"
His wrists are shackled roughly above his head. Hands unsnap the lower half of the leather hood. His predatory blond jaw and teeth and lips and moustache and nose are exposed. They drop his half-hooded head back and down over the upper neck of the sling. His proudly groomed moustache, always clipped to a regulation CHP brush, is wet with his own sweat and snot.
Thick mechanic's fingers gouge the rubber gag from deep in his dry throat. A huge cock, raunchy with enormous foreskin, hangs over his mouth. The greasy hands spread the foreskin wide. Its mouth is bigger than his own. The foreskin stretches, tough as leather, cheesy with smegma. Its tent of circumference covers his mouth and nose. The head of the huge dick, hanging inside at the peak of the foreskin tent, pisses down his gagging throat. He gasps for air, drinking the piss. It is strong. Real. He is suffocating, he is drowning when, finally, the hands mercifully pull the facemask of foreskin away.
"When the music's over, turn out the lights, turn out the lights, turn out the lights."
They hoist his legs up. Spread his ankles wide. Rough hands lift his hips, pull the sculptured vee of his torso forward, and drop his ass off the edge of the sling.
The sling supports his neck and head. Another huge dick climbs up, swings around, straddles his piss-wet face, mounts him again. Greasy, tobacco-stained fingers forcefeed clots of cheese into the body builder's mouth. He feels the dick deep in his throat grow hard. A hand slaps him across the side of his cheek.
"Not my face. Not my face."
The hand slaps him again. He sucks, drug-obedient, on the piss streaming in long, slow, yellow streams from the hardening cock. Blindfolded by the hood, he can see nothing, taste plenty, smell everything. The cock fucks his throat. Long, slow, hard thrusts jabbed by a lean, mean body. Big balls slam against his square-jawed chin. "Before I sink into the Big Sleep, I want to hear the scream of
Other hands cinch a thick leather lineman's belt across his washboard abs, around his waist. The cocks ram unresisted down his throat. He breathes when he can. His muscular arms and legs start to cramp, stretched so far from his short-waisted, ape-muscled torso.
His head is vulnerable. He is vulnerable. His lover watches, laughing the last laugh: Mr. California, vulnerable.
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His lips cracks under the hard cockring mash of crotch after crotch mounting his famous mouth. He sucks on the salt taste of his own blood. Naturally built men of all types plug his face, educating the body builder freak.
The last of the cocks pulls back. Again the fleshmask of leatherlike foreskin is stretched across his face. He can breathe only so long as the air inside the foreskin lasts. His entire body flexes. Once, such a flex brought applause. Now it brings only a hard dick flattening down his tongue, stuffing his throat. More piss floods his mouth. He tries to drink, but his belly distends. He is near to passing out.
"There was this video cassette his lover had shown him…"
Forceps hold steaming hot towels against his ass. Scalding wet towels wrap his raw balls and hard cock. He screams inside his own mouth muffled with cock. For an instant he breathes. The cock pulls from his throat. The slimy balls rub over his handsome mouth and nose. The pucker of a tight, athletic ass sits bull's-eye over his mouth. His tongue, searching for air, darts desperately at the sweet, wet hole. The juices fed to him tell him all he needs to know about the booted, slender, blond sitting on his face.
Other hands uncoil the scalding towels from his crotch. He feels the firm bristles of a shaving brush lathering up his dick and balls and ass. Then the scrape of the straight-edge razor: a rubber-gloved hand pulling his hard cock straight up. He feels the straight edge shaving the thick blond hair growing halfway up the shaft of his cock. The latex hand firmly cups and stretches his balls for a hard-scraping shave.
A small cut on the ball sac.
Blood.
A splash of alcohol.
Fire!
His scream blew air up the ass covering his mouth. The ass farts back the echo of his shout.
'There was this movie his lover whom he had…"
The Lords of Leather work him over. He is spinning. Body parts transfer function: a scream becomes a fart; a fist becomes a dick. The latex hands work his hard cock. The piss-slit of the corona is squeezed open. A hypo, without needle, shoots coked lubricant down the interior core of his shaft. A cold metal rod, dipped in alcohol, probes the tip of his piss-slit, then starts its slow fuck down the full length of his ten-inch cock. His hard dick is catheterized with a metal rod. They work the rod up and down his cock. Sounding him, like a drill rig pile-driving deeper down the shaft with each slick drop, until the rod penetrates the whole length of his cock. Until he feels the rounded base of it buried an inch deeper than his cock is long.
Rubber strappings, an inch wide, wrap tighter than Ace bandages around the base of his cock, winding their strangling way up toward the head, tightening as they are wrapped, noosed, cinching his cock tight around its metal-rod core, until the cock head, that had always bulged so proud through his posing briefs on contest platforms, bulges purple and swollen above the black rubber dick with the protruding metal rod whose tip is an electrical connector.
Other hands, smooth in latex, rough in leather, spread his cheeks, the twin scoops of his bubble-butt, once so proud in posing trunks, always thrust out behind him in his cotton gym shorts, always grinding from his hips in his faded Levi's, paraded on Castro like a pair of fuckable Colt haunches. He moans as the hot-bristled shaving brush lathers up his tight ass. He cries out as the straight razor scrapes his cheeks and crack and hole to a boy-slick clean.
He feels hard-knuckled fists greasing up. They are the hands of a boxer. The husky butt straddling his face raises, climbs off, leaving a trace and promise of asscrack.
He feels the boxer tentatively take a couple practice jabs at his ass. He knows the feel. He's lusted after enough fighters the way he lusted after straight men in the straight gyms, pretending he's straight, proud at passing for straight, because deep in his twisted blond heart he thinks straight is better.
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He hears a hawker spit. A glob of sweet chaw-bacca juice hits his hole.
"There was that movie called…What the fuck was it? Can't remember."
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If he is marked, he will lose contest points. If he is marked, he might never compete again.
Heavy electrical clamps pinch each nipple on his hard pecs.
Chains pull his tits up and away from his chest. The smell of isopropyl alcohol, sprayed on his nipples, burns his nostrils. Through the clamped flesh of each hard-squeezed tit, they push, slowly, agonizingly, large-gauge needles. The sterile points cut and slice through the nipples; the triangle shape of the needles makes each edge a slicing blade; three cuts per insertion. The pressure of the clamps causes thin lines of blood to trickle down his pecs, down his side, mixing with the sweat from his exposed armpits.
Hours pass in minutes. He feels another needle, another injection. He is a past master at injections. This strange one is not unlike the weekly steroid injections, the Decadurabolin he shot into his own buttocks to build his muscular mass to mani-nal size. He begins a trajectory down a long, dark corridor where he feels his body at a distance so far that he cannot distinguish any longer pain from pleasure.
"Killing me softly_
They slap hard dicks against his hungry asshole. They spit. They laugh. They roughfuck him. They set a heated dildo on his belly, pushing its hot latex head against his skin, making him imagine how that plastic head will feel pushing up Alien-like through the hard muscle of his famous abs.
"One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock!"
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"Handsome is as handsome does, and you don't look so good anymore.'
Then the fisting begins. Unseen hands work his blond ass. They fist him painfully through the circle of pinch-hot electrical clamps, Plunge deep. Left. Right. Twist. Pull. Full-fisted exit. Fast, hard-punch reentry. Slow draw out. The sizes of different hands and styles of different men.
He is screaming. He has never been treated this way. Still leather-hooded, his head is lifted and placed in a rubber-lined, wooden box. A coffin for his head. He deafens himself in the
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"Just another sailor fallen from grace with the sea."
The fisting moves from man to man: smallest to largest. Heavy gut-punching thrusts into his writhing body. Sure hands of mysterious strangers. The Lords of Leather pleasuring themselves , torturing his body, fisting the attitude out of his deep guts.
The last fist, in halfway to the elbow, holds him by the sheer power of its penetration in ultimate bondage.
He cannot escape off the fist.
He carnot sweet-talk.
He cannot flex his golden body.
He can only grind his screams through his teeth, as the piercing pain of the electrical clamps, each one a nerve release, flare up ablaze in the ring of fire around his slimy hole. Then comes the long shoot-the-shoots downglide of the fist suctioning down from and out of the smooth sleeve of his deep belly.
'Please. Please. Please."
His boxed head cannot see the completely tattooed arms of the red-bearded biker whose hands lave his shaved crack and buttocks. His boxed head cannot hear the high ZZZZ's of the biker's tattooing gun. His boxed head can only imagine what he looks like as the Lords of Leather strap him down tighter, immobile in the sling, as the big, calloused hands of the redbearded biker begin to tattoo across his ass the hot lines that feel like slicing cuts from a red-hot razor blade. The needle etches in blacks and yellows and reds, drawing flames blasting from inside his fisted-open pucker, out and up and across both of his fresh, white cheeks.
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His boxed head swims.
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He has become the slave, the animal, the beast, the thing of the Lords of Leather.
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His once-perfect body now displays the real marks of his soul.
"This has to be a joke. No ink in the needle."
Then he feels the cool steady hands of the tattooist writing in buzzing, burning script across the width of his broad chest. Nipple to nipple. He knows he'll never compete again. He sees the sports stage change to a freak-show stage at a carnival. People must look at him. No matter why. No matter how. It really matters. He screams and screams and screams some more until he is hoarse, until no voice comes from his throat inside the rubber-lined head coffin, until after the red-bearded biker finishes his needlework.
Hands reach inside the box. A tube is attached to his mouth gag. He cannot push it from his lips. He cannot lift its tongue depressor from its fit. He thinks this cannot be happening to him.
With no choice, he chews and swallows.
Then in drugged sensation, he's able to visualize from the inside out, as if he is looking into the mirror, what the tattooist has written in large script and scarlet letters high across his massive pecs, reading shoulder to shoulder: "Remember My Name."
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lex was three hours late getting to the Spike last night. Do not think I was upset or even surprised by this. In fact, when he finally did arrive at the Spike, I wasn't even there but had moved on to the Mineshaft. (How did I know that he had showed up at the Spike at all? I know Alex.) When Alex saw me at the Mineshaft, he explained that there was no need for him to come to the Spike at the time we had agreed on because "I knew you were coming here anyway." Alex followed this remark with a comment on my "predictability—very bottom, a very bottom quality." Did I know, he said, that I could always be found in exactly the same locations at the Mineshaft? "Four primary locations, three secondary ones. You never deviate more than a few inches. Very predictable. Very bottom."
We always return-Alex and I-to the Mineshaft, Where would we return to, I asked Alex once, if there were no Mine-shaft ? Or if we lived in Des Moines or Phoenix or Sri Lanka or…? The question is absurd, he said, it is a bottom's question. If there were no Mineshaft, we would return to another place
Perhaps because I have never successfully buried my romantic tendencies, I think we always return to the Mineshaft because we met there. Like the swallows returning to Capis-trano . (Did you know that the tourists waiting for the swallows to return now outnumber the returning swallows themselves?) Like criminals returning to the scene of the crime. (I've been working on a screenplay for the past twelve years called Scene of the Crime; Alex says I will finish it when I am able to define "crime.") Like something.
After Kenneth had whipped me with a riding crop I had purchased in a store that supplied Preppies in Princeton, New Jersey with everything they needed for fox hunting (Yes, they still have fox hunts in Princeton), the man who was Alex but who was nameless to me then said, "You take it quite well."
And what did I say to that? I must have said something. "Thank you"? "Thank you, Sir"? What had I said to encourage Alex? How did I find out his name? Did I ask? Did he tell me? And why do these matters matter to me? Or do they matter? Is it just something I use to occupy my mind? Like a game of Trivial Pursuit? Or does it all really matter?
Alex says he doesn't remember much about our first meeting . "This concern of yours for history…what does it really matter? What happened then has no meaning now."
When Alex and I first met, we lived a toll-call away from each other. Anal compulsive Virgo bottom that I am, I have my phone bills from that period. (I have every phone bill I've ever received, my autobiography according to Ma Bell.) In the first three months that we knew each other, Alex and I spoke on the phone for a total of 2,931 minutes. What did we say? Does it matter? Alex would say. It must, I would reply.
What do we talk about now? We don't talk on the phone much anymore. We live three blocks from each other now so talking on the phone seems strangely wasteful. We meet rather too frequently, I think, for austerely elegant dinners at precise Japanese restaurants with perfectly servile waiters who if they notice the seven pierces in my right ear are too polite to stare at them. And I complain about Gregory and Alex discusses some
was almost shy about them. ("Do you think we could, I mean, do you think you could…?") Later I was not. Finally I was writing out scripts for the scenes I wanted us to enact.
"You should publish these," Alex said once. "They are cer- tainly more entertaining than what you do publish."
"I never kept copies. I wrote them for you. You publish them."
"Maybe someday I will. In alphabetical order. Let's see. A. Anal sex. You went to the baths and laid on your stomach, getting fucked by everyone who wanted to fuck you. Trying not to look at the men who fucked you. No little peeks over the shoulder. And after you had been there for hours or days, I showed up, found and fucked you when your asshole was bloody and told you it was okay to go home now. Yes, I remember that one.
"And B. Beating, I guess. But there were so many of those. Everytime you got a new toy. Can you ever understand how tired I got sometimes of beating you?"
"And C was for crucifixion."
"One of your better scripts, I think. At least you didn't go in for nails. I couldn't have handled that. Walking into the Mine-shaft with a hammer. My God!'
"And D for drugs. And E for?"
"Enjoyment. You did it because you enjoyed it. And I enjoyed it too. I guess. I must have. I don't think I would have done it just for the sake of doing it, would 1?"
"F for fisting, of course."
"How about G for guilt? Partake daily of the three central guilt groups: Catholic, Jewish and sexual. Or G for games, games and more games." nd then came the plague. Alex was one of the first faggots in New York to become obsessed with AIDS. His sex life became very circumspect. For him. For me. We even went through a period of not doing it. Not with each other. Not with anyone. We spent a lot of time going to doctors being tested within an inch of our lives. Alex's immune system was "depressed." He was "pre-AIDS." So was I. So was everyone else we knew.
There are certain doctors in New York whose practice has skyrocketed due to AIDS. Doctors who in the past dealt with faggots who had syphilis and hepatitis and amebiasis were now dealing with faggots terrorized by the prospect of death. Alex and I had had syphilis and hepatitis and amebiasis (oh Christ, had we ever!). And now we were having death.
'Did you ever think of death before? I mean-"
"Why must you continually think you must further explain what you just said to me? I know what you mean. And I don't know if I ever thought of death before. Because whatever I may have thought of or not thought of then has nothing to do with now. I think about death now. But what I think about death now I don't know."
One thing in particular strikes me as very strange about our friends who have died from AIDS. Except for Edward's, we attended none of their funerals. Did they have funerals? The bodies of our friends were claimed by their families in Paradise Valley, Arizona or St. Petersburg, Florida or Toledo, Ohio or claimed by no one and disposed of in whatever manner unclaimed bodies are disposed of. John Randolph, who hosted scat parties in his tiled living room in Soho, Robert Carlisle, who wrote a book on cock piercing, Michael McPherson, who was into leather before I was born-they, quite literally, disappeared . I used to listen to Michael talk for hours about SM life before the Eagle. ("He satisfies your passion for the past with a fuckin" vengeance," Alex said once.) When Michael died, I knew of no one to send a sympathy card to.
After our celibacy period, Alex and I resumed doing it. At first, only with each other. But monogamy was just not our style. In the first draft of this story, Alex underlined the word "our" in that last sentence in red and noted in the margin "Fiction stranger than truth?" He meant that I should be honest and admit that monogamy was just not my style. Alex was ready to "try." He would have failed, of course. But I was not ready to even try to fake monogamy. I had grown accustomed to the thrill of different men.
"No, you're not being accurate." "It's a story, Alex, a fuckin' story."
"You can't believe that. Maybe people who don't know you can believe that. But that's not accurate either. Don't you always get letters from people who realize that whatever you're writing about is basically true? For Christ's sake, you don't even change names anymore.'
"Because there are no innocents to protect. But what's the point? What are you getting at?"
"You were just accustomed to the thrill of difference. Not different men. I've watched you, you know. You despise most of the men you have sex with. But the men you despise on Friday are different than the men you despise on Saturday. The difference itself is what turns you on. For you, sex has nothing to do with other people."
Alex and I drifted back to our old ways. But we have made some adjustments. I don't let people come in my mouth any-more . Alex uses condoms by the gross. I don't get fisted by all comers at the Mineshaft anymore. Alex refuses to visit San Francisco. I don't do scat anymore. We complain a lot about the changes we've had to make in our sex lives and hate ourselves for complaining. We wait for the plague to abate; like characters in the Decameron we tell each other stories: "The Boy from Minneapolis Who Liked to Have His Balls Nailed to a Board," "The New Year's Eve 1979 Scene at Hellfire," "Roger's Last W / S Orgy," "Gregory's Secret Kink,"…
The pain isn't enough," Alex says. He is more than a little drunk. We are both drinking a great deal these days. We are drinking a great deal and taking vitamins by the pound. "I suppose it is enough for a bottom. That's the point, isn't it? You wrote about that once, didn't you? In one of those dreadful heterosexual smut magazines you are unaccountably so partial to. But for the Top, or at least for this Top, the administering of the pain is not enough. After I've gotten the bottom to that place, that place where the pain is so exquisite he is beaming with a speechless ecstasy, I want to fuck him without having to shove a rubber on my cock. And then I want to have him suck his shit off my cock-you taught me why (you are so big on all the fuckin' whys) that is so exciting. And then I want him to drink my piss or eat my shit. But…
'But what, Alex? Say it."
"You bastard. I am afraid. I know, I know that someday our beloved doctor will come out with it and say, 'Okay, Alex, you've got it. Forget what you've read in the Times. The cure is years away. You are dying. Two years, faggot, tops.' And I can accept that, but I don't think I can accept that I am the cause of other people-'
Okay, stop it."
"Goddammit, don't you fuckin' tell me when to stop. Start. Stop. More. More. Stop. Stop. I don't want to kill you.'
You won't. I've done enough on my own."
"I'm not too thrilled about the prospect of us killing each other either." hen Dick's lover died, Dick called Alex and Alex called "Dick wants to know who to call. Isn't there a kid
"Yes, he did. Somewhere like South Orange, right?"
"I don't know, dammit. Why'd Dick call me? Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I supposed to do? What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"Why don't you try living?…"
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Dear Larry,
You wrote in one of your columns some time back that they had finally tested a number of prophylactics (rubbers), and found that certain brands were safe to use because they would contain the AIDS virus. You never listed the brands, though, and I'm not sure if all of them are really safe. Can you publish a list, or offer some general advice?
Tom, Los Angeles, CA
Dear Tom.
I saw the list, but I didn't get a copy of it. Now I don't remember just which brands were on it. However, they were all major companies, and I didn't see that any of these failed the tests. My feeling is that you're pretty safe with any of the name brands you will find in your local pharmacy . The only ones I question are the natural products; i.e., the nonlatex skins. And I question this only because I haven't seen test results on them; they may be perfectly all right, too. I'll try to get more specific information and pass it on to you later.
Dear Larry,
Reading your material, and looking at the pictures in publications like yours and Drummer's, I really feel I've been shortchanged . I was circumcised as a baby, and have never had the opportunity to feel what it's like to have a foreskin, or (apparently ) the extra sensitivity that goes along with it. Everytime I think about it, I get furious! It's my parents' fault, because they could easily have waited until I was old enough to decide for myself. All this crap about "it's cleaner." What bullshit! There isn't a single advantage that I know of in having half your dick chopped off. If they had any money, I'd sue my parents! Cut and pissed, NM,
Dear Cut,
I really feel guilty about contributing to such unhappiness. In reality, it doesn't make much functional difference one way or the other, although an uncut cock probably does have a little greater sensitivity . I simply find it more aesthetic, as do many others. However, when I did a survey a few years back, the vast majority of guys didn't care one way or the other. As to the positive advantages of being cut, there actually are a few. For one (at least the last time I was able to check on it) there was no case on record of a circumcised man getting cancer of the penis. Likewise, it appears that it is less likely for a circumcised top to contract AIDS from anal sex, because he is less likely to have the tiny lesions that often develop under the foreskin of an uncut man. It is also fairly common for an uncut man to be circumcised if he develops prostate cancer, in the belief that the build-up of smegma can contribute to a spread of the disease. Although these are statistically remote arguments for circumcision, they are arguments I have gotten from several different doctors over the years. Although I still think it's much prettier with skin, it's difficult to tell the difference in the dark, when it's up and ready for action. And don't sue your poor parents , even if they win the lottery. Some damned doctor convinced them that it should be done, and they believed they were doing it for your own good.
Dear Larry,
I know that you, as most everyone else at Drummer, are very gone on leather-the way it looks and smells, etc. But I honestly can't tell the difference between leather and a good piece of vinyl imitation. In fact, I've seen a couple of my leather friends go through quite a bit of feeling and sniffing over a good imitation before they were sure of what it was. Can you honestly tell me that you can tell the difference at first glance? If someone walks in with a black jacket that might be one or the other, do you really know?
Barry, London
Dear Barry,
In the dark, all cats look gray (or in England, I guess it's "grey"). No, I have to admit there have been times when I've been fooled. But I'd know in a hurry if I were the one wearing it. You can't fake the feel, and certainly not the smell when it's on your own body. And I don't really care what someone else might enjoy wearing, unless I'm called upon to make love to it. If you can afford it, take the leather. If you can't, well…we can always make do if we have to.
Dear Mr. Townsend, Sir:
I want to tell you, in all due respect, Sir, that I feel you are too hard on us slaves. I have a Master I have been with now for almost four years, and we are both very much settled into our respective roles. But my Master is not much of a businessman (that by his own admission), and he isn't good at handling money. He leaves all of this to me, and just lets me take care of all our financial dealings, where I have done a good job and both of us are very happy with the results. If we had followed your advice, he would have been doing this and we would not be as well off as we are. What answer do you have for this? slave johnnie, CT
Dear Slave,
If you had really studied my materials, as you should have, you would know that I always advise the slave to obey the Master . If your Master wants you to manage the household finances, that is his decision to make. I just hope he's rewarding you with a good thrashing for every buck you bring in.
Dear Larry,
There seems to be a trend lately for guys to bring women into their SM sex games. I've found this particularly true in New York and along the East Coast. Leather women now seem to be welcomed in most bars, and if there is an after-hours party they are just as likely to be there, as well. I, for one, don't like it, and I know there are a lot of leathermen who feel as I do. I've read some of your more liberal comments in the past, but don't you think we're entitled to have our own bars and parties without some cunt being foisted on us?
M.R., Baltimore, MD
Dear M.R.,
You're stirring up that old shit, again; and ten or fifteen years ago I might have agreed with you. As it is, I still agree to some extent. As one who has not the least interest in a woman sexually, I certainly feel that I have a right not to perform with one. On the other hand, we are living in a society that is evolving more and more toward a "no barriers" situation, where membership in a club or patronage of a business (bar or otherwise) cannot be restricted on the basis of sex, age, race, etc. This trend can only spell a positive benefit for us gay men. At least the general attitudes favor us. Furthermore, the women who show up at our bars or attend our parties are almost certainly friends-friends of specific leathermen, and hopefully friends of the leather community in general. And even in the City of Brotherly Love, believe me; we need all the friends we can get. No one is forcing you to have sex with a woman, and if you keep the door closed, you won't see, and neither will she. When you're at someone else's party, you have to put up with the guests he chooses. When you give one yourself, if you don't want women, don't invite them.
Leather Notebook, Drummer PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101-1314
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GRIN AND BEAR IT!
Artist Bill Horgos has created a series of porno-bears. Crafted in silver or pewter, the pins come in a wide variety of positions and poses. Yes, their little furry bodies sometimes are posed in leather with whips and chains. Larger sculptures are carved from wood. Further info can be had by writing to PO Box 677, Larkspur, CA 94939.
HAWG-TIE ME ONE
The Texas Gay Rodeo Association is meeting in San Antonio on the weekend of Oct. 17th. The butt-busting bunch will continue the fun at the Texas Gay Rodeo in Dallas Nov. 16, 17, 18. If this sort of real-man activity turns you on …this is one of the best rodeos in the country.
NOTABLE QUOTE
Alan Watts makes an astute observation in his book, Does It Matter?: Essays on Man's Relation to Materiality, available from Random House. "If they…young and unrealized homosexuals who affect ma-chismo , ultramasculinity, and who constitute the hard core of our military industrial police mafia combine…would go fuck each other (and I use that word in its most positive and appreciative sense) the world would be vastly improved . They make it with women only to brag about it, but are actually far happier in the barracks than in boudoirs. This is, perhaps, the real meaning of 'Make Love, Not War.'
"We may be destroying ourselves through the repression of homosexuality.'
MR. EUROPE 1986
The European Leather Community is justifiably excited over this year's winner of the Mr. Europe contest, Thomas Karasch. The 29-year-old, German - born blond who stands over 6'3", could easily dominate most crowds, or at least would try! His interests include motorcycles, tattoos, piercing and slaves. Look forward to more photos of this leather hunk. He's sponsored by Mr. Chaps Leather Works of Hamburg, Germany. Photo by Helmut Roettgen, Berlin.
A KNOCKOUT!
Dolph Lundgren, the macho machine who became Sylvester Stallone's most fearsome opponent in Rocky IV. has lent his drop-dead good looks and cotton-shredding great build to the 1986 Chicago Film Festival T-shirt poster. The poster measures approx. 24"×37", sells for $25 and can be had from Chicago International Film Festival, 415 N. Dearborn, Chicago, IL 60610. Photo by Victor Skreb-neski .
TO SNIFF OR NOT TO SNIFF
Everyone seems to be taking sides in the popper wars. Rep. Mel Levin, a Democrat from West L.A., wants more done by the Federal Food and Drug Administration to determine if poppers are safe or not?
Levine's administrative assistant , Bill Andresen stated, "The congressman was very concerned that teenagers are using poppers as a substitute for illegal drugs. They have caused serious injury, such as brain damage and deaths. Le-vine believes poppers are not safe for use and wants the FDA to take a look at it.
"It is very dangerous to put everything under FDA control . Even if you can demonstrate safety, effectiveness has no meaning (in the case of poppers)," said Dr. Bruce Voeller, PhD, a biochemist with the Mariposa Education and Research Foundation. Voeller contends that some of the studies reported on the toxicity of poppers using "very bad science," (see Drummer 99, p. 38) and should be re-evaulated .
ROUGH STUFF the International Mr. Leather mainstream morality. blessing in disguise. Some wri- safe sex. ters and public figures, both turity is only a rehash of the her skills. old-time religion. AIDS may he night after I won resist official wisdom and a Candlelight March for peo- had a tough time coming out were fighting the disease. I gifts and beauty. Whatever wore a leather sash which strength he finally gained was now a Born Again Atheist; but sex-no sex, that is, except for when a Mennonite woman long-distance masturbation. whose husband had died of This therapist did not have AIDS read from The Book of phone sex in mind—not at all. force and beauty of that story. a partner could jerk off in the And when a gay male choir same room as long as they ple were asked to name their bodies. This can be fun, died of the disease; and then to a sexual repertoire. Precau-to name anyone close who tions such as gloves, rubbers, was living with it. I named a and virus-killing lubricants young man living in San would allow more pleasure Francisco, talented and beau- and intimacy, but went untiful, who was recently healthy mentioned. Likewise, steril-enough to play in the Gay ized sex toys and massage. Nor would it occur to this therapist I do not view AIDS as a that bondage and SM can be
The walls which we must
Would so many people be-
MY BUDDIES they believed the same thing of homosexuality itself, regarding that, too, as a disease? Would the LaRouche AIDS guarantine initiative in California ever have gathered any momentum otherwise? We can be sure a fair number of people have died and will die of AIDS for lack of sexual information . This information, simple in itself, cannot always be simply absorbed, because it requires serious and sometimes painful restrictions on sexual spontaneity. Safe sex, contrary to a recent, well-meant slogan, is not always great sex. But it helps you live at this time. Anal sex without the use of rubbers seems especially risky during this epidemic , and there are still gay men who know the facts but can't guite face them. One fellow repeats to me the old line that wearing rubbers is like wearing a raincoat in the shower. Maybe tips on safe sex would impress him more if they caught his attention repeatedly on prime-time television. In this epidemic that is precisely where such public service announcements belong. But God forbid that the networks should give homosexuality their stamp of approval by spreading the news that gays of safety!
Last night I attended another candlelight procession, again in leather. We circled Philadelphia's City Hall to stress the shameful pittance granted to those with AIDS in the City of Brotherly Love. Though we did not end up in a church as the marchers had in Chicago, our final open-air rally was a predominantly Christian event. One lesbian rabbi and all the Christian speakers contrasted their God of Love with the God of Damnation proclaimed by certain fundamentalist preachers. I got their point, but my mind wandered. I remembered the young man whose family had kicked him out of their home when he was struck by AIDS. A social worker later discovered him dead in a flea-bag hotel. It would be beautiful to believe that a loving God kept him company in his last hour, and maybe that young man had such a faith. But I believe salvation comes in this flesh and in this world or not at all.
The choirs at our rally sang "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" and "Oh, What a Friend We Have in Jesus"-beautiful spirituals even to my unbelieving spirit. They sang "We Are a Gentle, Loving People"-and I knew we must also be an angry, fighting people. They also sang "My Buddy." This song brought back memories of Chicago, of another night when people were gathered in grief and strength. Again the tears welled up in my eyes. I hope some salvation reaches my buddies living with this disease-Sean, Frank, George and too many others-some salvation in this flesh and in this world. Mourn the dead and fight like hell for the living .
ROUGH STUFF is the name of the monthly column I intend to write for the new Drummer. It sums up many topics to which I'll pay attention : rough sex for sure, and
DRUMMER MALECALL
MORE SHIT
What a weird letter ("Don't Shit On Me") in Drummer 97 from the guy who has discovered that gays aren't more intelligent than straights, only more affected . Who ever claimed that gays have higher IQs?
As for affectations, well, he's right. But so what? You only stand up for rights of people you like? And while lots of gays, maybe most, are "affected," a lot aren't. There is danger in generalizing; I suspect this guy has had a bad experience or two along the road.
On to another topic. Why is it that most of the guys I see wearing uniforms in magazines don't bother to get correct tailoring, such as Mr. Southwest Drummer on page 7 of Drummer 96? He's good-looking, but the cop uniform doesn't fit correctly. Same often happens in the few uniform flicks I've seen. And in bars, most guys in uniform are not only poorly tailored, but out of shape. Why do they bother?
Regarding the story "1990," for authenticity's sake, the next inaugurations will be in 1989 and 1993. Let's get it right, huh, Mister Payne!
Sorry to make this so long, but I never wrote to you before and probably won't again. The other comment is this: Why don't you show more real men and fewer San Francisco faggots? And nobody cares a rat's ass for your long-winded movie reviews. What do you think you are, Intellectual Film Digest? Shitcan the opera, too!
C.P. Washington, DC
RINGING SUGGESTION
As a model for your terrific magazine, perfect daddy's boy Jake Banks, the boyishly handsome stud whose generous daddy allows him to keep the beautiful dark hair on his chest, stomach and arms, always sports just a single tit ring or bar. Isn't it time that his daddy ordered him to have his other tit pierced and ringed for your camera and your readers' pleasure?
BM Baltimore
ILLUSTRATED MEN
Photos of the pierced and tattooed hunks who showed up in your Drummer 98 feature, "Manwatching in Ringold Alley 1986" (the San Francisco, just-off-Folsom street fair) brought home to me once again that those of us who are pierced and tattoed, do not really know that many of our brothers.
Recently Skinhead Steve and I staged a tattoo and piercing celebration in San Francisco, which brought together the faithful from up and down the coast. It was a first for San Francisco and certainly the largest such gathering ever held anywhere . And none of the Ringold Alley men pictured looked familiar.
That too many gay tattooed and pierced men remain relatively isolated from one another is a concern that several of us have been discussing, quietly, of late. It is a particular concern of Harold M., founder of Illustrated Men, the Los Angeles tattoo club. Both Harold and I have received heavy mail recently (for a variety of reasons) from men around the country who are trying to reach out, but do not know how to begin. We are hearing from men in both small and large communities who still think they may be the only gay tattooed and pierced men in their town, or state, or anywhere at all. Sometimes two or more of these men will write from the same relatively small community! And sadly, too many letters come from the urban areas, where the closets seem still surprisingly full.
We are making haste slowly toward some kind of a countrywide organization which could promote local "data networking " and gatherings large or small, for fellowship, games or whatever. A newsletter could provide exchange of information and ideas. We have no grandiose publication plans. Jim Ward's Piercing Fans International Quarterly and Tony DeBlase's DungeonMaster and Drummer each does what it does best. And both publishers have pledged help.
In the meanwhile, men in California interested in periodical gatherings and fellowship may write to Illustrated Men, PO Box 7091, Burbank, CA 91510 or PO Box 14073, San Francisco, CA 94114. And we welcome communication and ideas from our tattooed and pierced brothers across the country.
The Silver Fox
AGGRESSIVE HELP NEEDED
Recently I have been diagnosed with early-stage KS and have been off work with bronchitis. My doctors both agree I am in a good stage of a terrible disease, and I realize the very real possibilities, both good and bad.
What I am seeking is someone with home exercise equipment, soloflex or free weights who will aggressively make me do all my required workout on a regular basis as indicated by my doctor.
Although the Raquet Club is next door, I know I cannot do it regularly alone. So if someone near my vicinity, southern Bay area, gets off on body building, ordering me to do the requirements and even paddling my ass for neglect , etc. I am very serious.
Finances are tight, but the need is great, and who else to turn to but my Drummer brothers.
G.A.R. Fullerton, CA
(Editor's note: Anyone wishing to respond can contact G.A.R. by writing to TC 1171—see Tough Customers section for instructions.)
DEAD SERIOUS
I would like to speak up on behalf of the hunk, ex-Marine, would-be slave who was the butt of Larry Townsend's criticism.
First of all, I'd like to say that I know Larry Townsend wasn't trying to be nasty. Second, I wasn't there and don't know the hunk-grunt personally. But I read the letters carefully and have a different perspective to offer.
The ex-Marine wrote for advice on how to find a Master for a "dead-serious " committment. Townsend met with him and felt the guy had three problems : 1) he overintellectualized the "encounter session;" 2) he was not really a slave, but a bottom with a menu; 3) he had an attitude problem, in that he demanded to do his own thing because he was "younger, bigger and stronger" than a top he was referred to. According to Townsend, this completely shattered the "Master / slave facade."
But I don't think the ex-Marine was looking for a facade. He wants a "real-life " exchange of power, and he's looking for someone who can gain as well as claim the upper hand. In fact, the ex-Marine is more into a special kind of dominance and submission than he is into SM. The confusion arises because, although they often look like the same thing, they are radically different. The best way I can illustrate it is with an old Marine Corps saying which goes, "If you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow." The ex-Marine's submission is only preliminary: he'll let you grab his nuts in order to see if you can change his attitude. To Townsend, the submission is "final" and he expects the right attitude so he can play with your nuts. That's what Townsend means when he says a top wants "a physically attractive , responsive subject;" and I would agree that that is what most tops are
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THE KID'S FIRST TIME WITH DAD PART 1
The kid's been bad (chicks and drugs) but Dad knows just how to handle him. Dad shows his son who's boss and gives him the punishment he deserves. It's a horny kid's introduction into the male world of cocksuck-ing , armpits, piss and, most of all, hot, masculine attitude.
THE KID'S FIRST TIME WITH DAD PART 2
Dad's been waiting for the right opportunity to corrupt his oversexed boy and tonight's the night. He knows he shouldn't do it, but those hot ass cheeks and adolescent cock are too tempting.
The kid comes home to find his dad asleep after a hard day's work. He could stand there forever at the foot of the bed, rubbing his crotch and watching his dad's hairy chest, meaty thighs and swollen dick. But when Dad wakes up, matters come to a head and the kid gets taken on a wild sex trip that culminates in a super-hot scene.
KID VS DAD-WINNER TAKES ALL
Ever wrestle with your old man? Ever wonder what would happen if those sessions got Dad hot—too hot-and he overpowered you? Even wonder about all the different things he could force you to do to that sweaty body of his before he pins you on your stomach and forces that horse-dick of his up your ass? It's all on this tape!
RITES AND RAUNCH
There was definitely something evil about the guy, maybe that's why I went home with him. But nothing prepared me for what was to come. I admit the things he lead me into were pretty sick, but he was so sure of himself, so masculine-well, I did them. Warning: Don't order this tape unless you're prepared to listen in on some really perverted stuff-devil worship, toilet sex in a filthy bathroom . Male bonding at its most extreme.
BIKE EXHIBITIONIST
Imagine: it's a steamy afternoon at the local truck stop and you see a biker who looks too good to be true-mean, dirty, muscular -leaning against his big, black Harley. You ask if he's interested in getting some pictures of his bike. But back in your garage his massive chest, his big, hairy ass, piss streaming out of that dick…It turns out he's quite an exhibi- tionist. But things get out of hand when he forces you to do more than take pictures. In a short time you know that stinking body better than your Polaroid does.
MARINES OVERHEARD
Two hot and very horny young Marines meet in the barracks latrine. Rich-ie has to take a piss …and Mike takes things from there. If you're a real pig…if you like your action raunchy—hot military scenes, uniforms, the feel of a cold tile floor against your naked back while a hot Marine squats on your face-then we think you might be interested in Marines Overheard.
HOT HUNG TRUCKER
Teamster Bob picks up a not-so-innocent hitchhiker at a truckstop in the California desert. Bob has a kink in his neck…Jake the hitchhiker suggests a massage. Bob's leather jacket is the first thing to come off-then his dirty, greasy jeans. When they drop to the floor of the cab, you'll find out how this tape got its name. Jake knows just what to do to service that big rig. And you'll feel like you're right there to help him out.
MUSCLE BUILDER ORGY
Five hot bodybuilders, after a sweaty workout …stripping down to sweat-drenched jock-straps …eyeing each other…their hands reaching out to feel their buddys' biceps, brushing against these solid, hard pecs…and down, down still further 'til they get so hot they don't give a shit who walks in. If you get off on pumped-up muscle, hot man-to-man action, steamy lockerroom sex with no holds barred, then this tape is for you.
DELIVERY BOY COMES AGAIN
Richie is the new driver on the route. He's a hot, straight Italian guy who seems a little "curious" when he finds himself delivering beer and soda to a gay bar. The bartender jumps at the opportunity; soon he convinces Richie to pull out his dick and show it off. "I gotta piss," Richie announces so the bartender hands him an empty beer can. A hot session follows that gets into heavy cocksucking, lots of dirty talk, more piss games and kinky exhibitionism .
AL PARKER AS THE REPAIRMAN
Porn star Al Parker in his only audio tape. Al's an air conditioner repairman who drops in on a guy who's wife isn't home. Who could resist Al's enormous cock? Sucking that mammoth piece of meat isn't enough and pretty soon the guy's begging for it up his ass. He gets it too—plus Al's giant balls at the same time, in one of the hottest and kinkiest scenes ever recorded.
TAPE 1 THE INTERROGATION
This tape is featured on the cover of Drummer magazine. Model Brutus is a mean Master who knows how to deliver some heavy abuse, both physical and mental. On side one he talks directly to you, forcing you to suck his big cock and worship that incredible Master body. On side two we hear an authentic session where he works over a slave. Plenty of humiliation , and heavy, heavy abuse.
TAPE 2 THE TRAINING BEGINS
Brutus lays it on as his recruit responds willingly and unwillingly to the abuse and humiliation of his training. Not even allowed to beg, he submits to the DI's heavy hand and busy belt. Breathtak-ingl
TAPE 3 PUNISHMENT & REWARD
When Brutus speaks, men listen, as will you when he tells you how it is and how it is going to be. Whether the punishment is its own reward, or the reward is merely more punishment, only the lowly recruit can say. One hour of intense verbal abuse.
THE COMMANDER SPEAKS
"I am your big brother, your daddy, your commanding officer. I am every big man you ever saw in your whole fuckin' life and started beating off about…your tongue is going to be my shower …your mouth is going to be my toilet…you're going to make me feel like the biggest man in the world, just 'cause you got a throat. Get your teeth down there on that zipper…get down. That's it-get your face in there. Smell what a man is like between his legs." This is just the start of the verbal abuse and humiliation
FATHER / SON—A father becomes his son's lover.
MARINE BRIG-A Marine DI punishes an AWOL Marine in the Brig.
PORN CALLS-Two half-hour jack-off phone calls.
SAILING TO HELL-Frank O'Rourke relates an original story of rape and abuse.
THE CONFESSIONAL-A young priest hears the confession of his first gay man and what happens in the booth would do much toward conversions.
THE HIGHWAY PATROLMAN-He stops a speeder on the road and there are more ways for paying for speeding.
THE HITCHHIKER-An air corpsman is picked up by a trucker who is looking for more than a passenger to share his ride.
THE HUSTLER-He sets the price for a blow job but discovers that the price includes a good deal more.
THE WARDEN-The young convict learns that time was not all he is giving up when he enters the joint.
TV REPAIRMAN-A straight, married repairman quickly discovers that he gets more than he expected when he goes to a surfer's house.
WHIP FIRE-A live, heavy SM scene between Frank O'Rourke and a slave.
BRANDING, PIERCING AND TATTOOING-The hows and whys.
INTERVIEW WITH A TEEN-AGED MALE PROSTITUTE-A young, male whore tells all.
MASTER / SLAVE INTERACTION-Follow up by Frank O'Rourke of earlier tapes, The Master and The Slave.
SM AND LOVE?-Frank O'Rourke tells whether love can develop from an SM relationship.
THE ART OF FISTING-Fisting is no longer a strictly SM act. Frank O'Rourke discusses many aspects and possible dangers in fisting.
THE INFERNO: THE SM ANNUAL EXPERIENCE—Its values and what it is about.
THE MASTER-Frank O'Rourke discusses the role of the Master.
THE SLAVE—Frank O'Rourke gives an insight to the slave and / or masochist.
TOYS: SOME OF THEIR USAGES AND POSSIBLE DANGERS
GREASE MONKEYS STARRING MASTER MARIO
Two sweaty garage mechanics rape a guy they find hanging around the men's room. He puts up a fight, at first, anyway. Lots of axle grease, cocksuck-ing , filthy talk.
DADDY BREAKS
IN A NEW BOY
Patience and understanding go out the window and Daddy starts training his boy with the tried-and-true adage, "spare the rod and spoil the boy." It is heavy-duty training in an actual session . Both the boy and you will be better for having been there.
THE D.I. STARRING MASTER MARIO
Authentic military discipline as a tough Drill Instructor takes advantage of a couple of guys in the brig. Packed with heavy verbal abuse and forced body worship as the D.I. proves who's in command .
THE COP STARRING MASTER MARIO
A mean police officer forces a suspect to service his body in a show of brute, perverted force, Climaxed by a raunchy bathroom scene and the victim cleaning out the cop's dirty ass.
COP WORSHIP
We've never offered a strictly one-man narrative tape before, but this one is so good we decided to make an exception. It's one guy's cop fantasies, his true-life obsessions, his dreams of what might happen if that super-hot cop he's had his eye on for months should bust him, force him to his knees to suck not only his cock but his partner's too, as the two cops stare at each other in the eye. All the guy's pent-up desires come out: slurping cop cum out of rubbers, swallowing gallons of cop piss, wallowing under dominant cop attitude. If you're into cops, you'll listen to this tape again and again.
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28, 175, 6', white boy, Great face, great body. Want together, intelligent, masculine man 30-50 for possible relationship . Into most scenes with right man. Like to live the fantasy. Letter with photo, phone. Box 5447.
LOVER / MASTER WANTED
GWM, 31, 5'10", 155 lbs. brown hair/ blue eyes, x-farmboy, masculine, bottom-man. Seeks hairy-chested, masculine, dominant, aggressive topman for permanent one-to-one relationship . I especially like farmers/ ranchers, but will answer all who respond. I can relocate. Sincere only Jim, PO Box 421568, San Francisco, CA 94142
SOUTH FLORIDA CAPTIVE
Former military, 40s, needs occasional captivity and torture. Not slave training or leathersex, but stud prisoner with good body for restraint and classical torture, whipping, rack, whatever a prisoner should have to take. Make it long, slow, gradual, deliberate. Can travel all U.S. Jeff Brennan, PO Box 21772, Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33335.
AVAILABLE NOW
Opening for submissive, obedient, manly male. Intelligent mature mind will help you accept my lifestyle. Key West will be home. Call (305) 296-8630 after 6. Ask for Jim.
I DO EXIST Macho Bi WM, 27, gold / blue, 6', mous- tache, 7", 185 lbs., wants topped by the guy who reads these ads and doesn't ever answer. I don't like make-believe. and know you are not invulnerable. If you have a dominant and strong personality -serious and quiet-I will match it with the kind of submission only you know about. Box 5555
FOR REAL MEN ONLY
Hot cross-country trucker. Looking for workout buddy / friend on layovers. I'm mid-30s, 5'8", 165 lbs., rugged, masculine and hung. Into hot, safe sex. Pix appreciated. Sam. Box 5553
CIRCUMCISION
Interested? Hung, cut stud seeks you; especially teen / adult cut, or contem- plating. Also dark circ scars and fore- skin. 2215-R Market St., #168, San Francisco, CA 94114.
DELAWARE
Proud white Virgo Delawarian nonra- cist Dad ,50s, seeks +18 responsible, slim consentuals. Box 5541
RANCH SLAVE Master, WM, 40s, seeks full-time, per- manent chained slave. Heavy SM, bondage , discipline. No limits or excuses. Expect hard labor from a harsh slave owner. You must be 20-35, lean, healthy and serious. No drugs, WS, FF, scat, damage. Photo required. Box 5562
OTR TRUCKER
Burly rugged trucker needed by husky 35 y.o. WM "good buddy" for OTR train- ing. Box 5540
A REAL CHALLENGE! Attractive, late 40s Master seeks sons over 25. Weekend adventurous B / D. Equipped playroom, Masculine safe sex. Boxholder, Box 28852, St. Louis, MO 63123.
COPS / UNIFORMS
Handsome airline pilot, 34, 5'11", 165, into boots, striped breeches. Service his 7½" tool, lick his shiny zipper, explore each other. PVE GOT LAPD, USMC, USN, CHP tailored tight. Seek guys, hot cops I can respect / service too. Phone / photo. Box 5532
BOOT WORSHIPER
34, 6'1", 165, moustache, needs total permanent slavery with mean Master. Your scene, your way, Sir. Box 5523.
DESIRED by slave boy, 35, 140 lbs., moustache: a concious caring Master / daddy, supporting of slave's spiritual activities. Must be expert in whipping and bondage . Must be patient and open in process of enslavement, mutual ownership, wear leather / uniforms well. Please, Sirs, be safe, sane and serious. Thank you. Box 5516
HUMILIATION NEEDED GWM, 35, 5'11", 155 lbs., attractive, 8" hard dick, big balls, seeks: moderate to heavily experienced CBTT, asswork, VA, face slapping, some pain, heavy embarrassment. Make my queer dick stick out. Open minded, safe, kinky. West Central FL, can travel. Photo, your scene. Box 5508
MARLBORO SMOKERS
Also-those who appreciate. Do you dig smokin' Marlboros? Let's correspond . White, 35, muscular, tattooed, trucker. Box 5511
ORAL PHOTO EXCHANGE
Hot hunk, 28, with unbelievable mouth seeks photo exchange with dudes who have big oral cavaties. Hot shots of mouths get mine. Box 5510
LET'S KICK BALLS!
Let's punch balls, knee balls, slap balls, squeeze balls. Can travel anywhere. PO Box 791443, Dallas TX, 75379
LEATHER AND MOTORCYCLES WM, 47, 672", 170, seeks WM as a friend and traveling companion who is also into motorcycling to ride along with me on my Honda Gold Wing. There is no such thing as too much black leather. like to ride dressed in leather from head to toe. I am a mature, well-educated professional who likes to live a life well above average. Box 5028LF
BONDAGE PARTNER WANTED WM, 5'11", 180, seeks partners for bon- dage sessions, light SM. Can be top or bottom. Slender, muscular preferred. Age not important. Travel PA, OH & FL.
SPECIAL HOT MAN wanted by special hot man, 40, 150 lbs., 5'101 / 2", well-built, handsome (black hair, brown eyes, trim beard and mous-tache ), very masculine, strong, smart and successful. If you're exceptional, patient, mindfucking man, I'll knock your socks off. Letter with photo gets mine. Mitch, PO Box 9395, Scottsdale, AZ 85252. (LF5077)
SLAVE-DOG
36, 5'11", 170, with good manners, obe- dient, stable, healthy needs expe- rienced mentally and physical strong and harsh owner to fulfill Master's desires under his absolute control. No limits, free to relocate. Please, no bull-shit or phonies, Call 011-49-69-587249 or write UPJ, PO Box 101154, 6000 Frankfurt, W. Germany
SAFE SEX IS HOT SEX
LIFE IS PAIN SEX IS PUNISHMENT
The best sex is a brutal, violent act of hatred. Your cock is an angry weapon, charged with a boiling load of vicious- ness and contempt
You: a powerful man for whom violence is as natural as breathing choking, kicking, beating, punching and stomp- ing are your idea of sexual foreplay, Gay, straight or bi: you are totally vicious, unrestrained, and don't give a damn for other people's notions of right and wrong. The more I scream, the more you enjoy venting your rage. Age, race and looks don't matter to me as long as you are strong enough to tear me apart with your bare hands
Me: WM, 32, cocksucker, 5'10", 160 lbs., no stud, an unworthy subject, but an eager and discreet victim, seeking the ultimate sexual experience. Total screaming fear and excruciating, relentless torture wanted. Unbearable terror and agony are my only hard-on; orgasm is simultaneous with blinding pain. No limits, no mercy. I supply the body, you supply the pain, degradation and suffering for as long as you want. Skilled sadists into advanced / extreme torture and brainwashing only. Not into master / slave games. Not into "safe and sane" scenes; if you're not danger- ous don't bother to write. Seeking a permanent, lifelong scene. Deliver me. Box 5026
MASTER NEEDS SLAVE
GWM, 37, vice president of leather / Levi club, seeks slave or trainee into Gr / p, Fr / a, CTBT, S / M, B / D, toys, for permanent live-in personal slave. Attitude and desire to serve more important than looks. Send photo and phone in first letter. Must be willing and able to relocate. Reply to PO Box 752, San- dusky, OH 44870. (LF4958)
UNIFORMED PROFESSIONAL SEEKS SAME
I wear my uniform proudly as part of my profession and seek others who do. I am 37 GWM, 5'10", 175 lbs., who's willing to undergo training for right Master, who's head is together and who is financially stable. Most services possible for right person. Live in North Carolina but can travel. One-nighters, friends or lasting relationship all possible . Not into role-playing but simply enjoy sex and relationship where the other is in charge and insures I know it. Box 4937LF
THE CONTINUING QUEST Looking for man under 38 (plus or minus) who will appreciate Master / daddy, suburban, West Coast, Florida lifestyle, some of life's finer things. Must be straight-appearing and know how to act publicly from posh parties to leather bars. Willing to work and contribute to good home life. Your limits will be respected and expanded to reach the level 12 years experience has given me. No fats, alcoholics or drugs. Serious, respectful reply includes name, address, phone and returnable photo. Box 4930LF
LOOKING FOR BIG BROTHER Small brother looking for big-dicked jock / sleaze brother (under 30) who is into caring, dildoes, bondage, also S&M, and your help financially. I will relocate. Am 5'4", brn., hazl, indepen- dent and want to go to college. Send phone # and photo. Bondage a plus! Box 5354LF
BIG BB LOOKING FOR HOT DAD GWM, 27 years old, 6'2" tall, 220 lbs., black hair / beard, dark eyes, 49" chest, 32" waist, big hairy pecs with super- sensitive tits. Looking for a Master/ dad with similar description. Please send photo or slides. Travel frequently in U.S. & Alaska, infrequent trips to Europe. Please write soon, Dad. I'm on my knees! Box 5154
VERSATILE, SAFE-SEX, LEATHERMAN
LOOKING FOR: GWM, approximately 28- 45, in shape with warm personality, similar interest and preferences, for friendship and possible relationship.
MYSELF: GWM, 38, 6', Br, 180 lbs, warm personality. Into: SM (especially mental & verbal), leather, uniform, TT, fantasies (both visual and mental) scenarios, role reversal head trips. Enjoy: BB, boating, swimming, hiking, other outdoor activities, opera, symphony , ballet, other theatre too, exploring , having fun and trying new things, NOT INTO: Drugs, dope, smokers, alcohol, plastic people and fuck buddies. If interested, respond with recent photo to Box 5005LF.
HANG 'IM HIGH!
Have strong desire to hear from studs obsessed with neck-oriented bondage, fantasies of the hangman, executions by hanging, literature, and photos of condemned men who are guests of honor at a formal cowboy necktie social of the Ol' West. Box 5534
WANTED: BIG THICK COCKS to keep my cocksucker's ravenous appetite satisfied. Just prior to your using my suck machine, I'll use my stiff battering ram to make sure his whore-mouth is hot, juicy and ready to receive your throbbing hunk of meat. Then I'll jack-off to the beat of your cock plunging the depths of my cocksucker's throat and you'll thrill to the height of this expert's service that I've taught inis experts service that I ve taught him. When he's sucked your nuts to hot and boiling, we'll watch as your cock explodes it's thick juice all over his face. If your cock flexes to this hot scene, call me—The Stud—at (90 knees, ready and waiting! (LF4805)
MEN IN UNIFORM!
I proudly wear a uniform as part of my profession. Seek same who wears his uniform naturally and not part of fantasy / ego trip. Am GWM, 37, 5'9", 170 lbs. Looking for someone my age group or older to be my Master / lover/ companion. Looks not important, but integrity, honesty, tenderness a must. For a true man I can be most flexible. Box 4869
HOT, HUNG AND READY
Big-dicked, 27-year-old, fun-loving dude with hot ass seeks other well-hung men for long assplay sessions. I'm 6', 165 lbs., moustache, hairy chest and very sexy. Leather is my biggest turn-on while also enjoying cockrings, didoes, ballstretchers, tit torture, poppers, light to heavy bondage, and heavy assplay. Equally experienced at top and bottom scenes. My body is solid, my dick is hard, my health is excellent. Letters with photos get first reply, but I promise to answer all. PO Box 5454, Louisville, KY 40205
MASTER
Handsome, muscular, trim, well-built, Handsome, muscular, trim, well-built, 48, 59%; 145 lbs., seeks slave-masochist-lover, permanent, temporary or weekend who is trim, under 45, well-built. All scenes. Into being face-tucket, toilet trained, whipped, heavy fl 4240LF
WM SON WANTS BLACK DADDY 40-year-old Master black daddy for full-time service. Total submissive,\nexpand my limits. Novice in WS, bondage , C&BT and servitude. I can relocate and be self-supporting for the Black daddy th male. Bisexual action enjoyed or whatever the ole man wants of me. I want to serve for life. I am 5'11". 180 lbs., chunky, hairy build, 8" cut, large balls, tattooed. Write me, please, Daddy—I am eager and waiting to serve. Box 5093LF
OK, WRESTLING FANS! GWM, 36, 5'5", 200 lbs., clean-shaven, br / br, hairy chest and gut, U / C. I love playing the fat villain to thin to WL. BLT. Hero / villain. Briefs, jock, G- BLT. Hero / villain. Briefs, jock, G- string, nude, oil, slapping, titplay, V / A, fantasy only. But no fantasy too brutal. My Manhattan mattress or travel to CA, IL, OH, MI, DC. Send photo, fantasy challenge photo to Box 138, DMS, 132 W. 24th St., New York, NY 10011.
ASIANS FOR FANTASY
Do you have a kinky side? Borderline fetish? Let's explore each other's fantasies . The time is now. Relationship is possible. I am 25, GWM, attractive, 6' 145 lbs. Send detailed letter / photo/ phone to G.H., 495 Ellis St., Suite 204, San Francisco, CA 94102.
WESTERN NY ONTARIO 32 y.o. slim WM, looking to make friends with a man who wants to work/ play with me, mutually exploring/ expanding our world of SM, BD and leather; all in a safe & sensual context. A relationship is certainly a possibility. Please write to me with your thoughts, and how I can get back to you. Box 5392LF
BOOTS AND BONDAGE Bottom would like to be on call by demanding arrogant boot master who expects and demands total worship of boots and feet. Rituals, punishments, instructions on care of boots, socks and foot service for your pleasure and amusement. Will clean your heavy duty boots down to tread / cleat soles. Outdoor workouts greater with constant attention to your needs. Travel USA and overseas. 52, 6', 180 lbs. Box 4411LF
TIRED OF THE CITY
Country "boy" wants to come back home to self-employed country man or country-based trucker who is hairy, big-dicked, bearded, naturally top, fun- lovin' Dad who needs a boy-minded young man as follower / boy / partner, not slave. You support us, I keep you happy or you whip me. Into smoke, beer. Photos answered first. Box 5043LF
BECOME THE FANTASY!
Two blond body builders—MASTER: top. WM, 40, 622, 200 lbs., smooth, well-defined, muscled body, patient but strict, SLAVE: top / bottom, 25, 59°, 170 lbs., smooth, rock-hard, well-trained and mean. We are into whips, B / D, 3/ M, bodyworship, sweat, pain, endurance, piercing, servitude. We're real, physically superior, good-looking and seeking same. Age is unimportant, but young novices will get my boy's per- sonal attention. Tops responding must KNOW what they're doing or you'll find your ass hung up and raw! Bottoms can expect same as a matter of course. You don't have to be a body builder (if you are write immediately) but you must be trim and firm. We travel and entertain. Your photo (nude preferred) is a must with letter. Write with full details of what you're into. Box 5485
GRANDDADDY
Young 60s, dominant, accepting applications for grandson for SM training, service, affection. Send detailed letter Photo and phone (returned) desired. Box 5504
BOTTOM SEEKS TOP
Retired bottom searching for experienced top. Prefer L / L type, wish live-in with top who wants to own bottom. Hopefully, in time, top would love bottom . Slave has tried all scenes; heavy into assplay, all types, bondage, hoods, light discipline, W / S, safe sex. Prefer East U.S. but would consider other locale. Send photo and what you expect if really interested. Box 5186LF
CHAINED MUSCLES
Wanted: an aggressive man who walks in boots, wears leathers, rides bikes, and sweats at manual labor; a tough man, especially when his hard- muscled body is heavily loaded with uncomfortable irons; a tender man, especially when he likewise chains his prisoner-buddy. Box 5190LF
FLOGGINGS-MILITARY
Prisons-Galleys. Anyone with interests in bare back lashings with the "cat." Particularly youths 18-20 in prison and military history. Anyone in Canada, England, Australia, U.S. with knowledge of court sentences. Also galley slaves—same age, and punish- ments, slave labor, auctions, execu- tions. Write, not after Jan. 1, 1987. PO Box 394, Midtown Mall, Worcester, MA 01614.
BD WILD TICKLING
Hot, handsome man seeks others into wild BD tickling—sensual trips—wilder the better. Act. or pass. PO Box 36034, Richmond, VA 23235-8034. Box 5492
BONDAGE, MATCHES, FIRE Masochist seeks sadist. Cock, torture. PO Box 4731, San Francisco, CA 94101-
4731.
HOLIDAY STUFFING
Pig out, stuff your gut on your favorite food, then in hot raunch sex, puke. Smeared with grease and mud…indulge . Your hot photo / story gets mine. SFX, 3701 W. Alabama, Suite 450, Box 357, Houston, TX 77027.
FIND YOUR DEAR SIR IN DEAR SIR
DESPERATELY SEEKING DADDY GWM slim, blond / blue, 21-year-old country boy seeking stern teacher/ guide. I'm attractive, a little shy but playful. I want an older, affectionate man that cares enough to discipline me and patience enough to teach me about love and life and together we will explore the perimeters of sexuality. I'm willing and wanting to relocate. Will answer all (phones first). Write to: Kenny, PO Box 92623, Lafayette, LA 70509-2623.
SCOTT (THICK-10) TAYLOR Self-suck, self-fuck, vacuum pumper, subincision, size king, porno stag, hot beater! Your photos and letters get mine. East-West and Europe. Write to: Scott Taylor, 2040 Polk St., Suite 111, San Francisco, CA 94109.
BLACK BODY BUILDERS wanted as live-in slaves / idols to be worked / worshiped by sane white mid-aged uncle / Master. Only serious dudes with desire / drive to carve themselves into gleaming ebony showpieces. Work / training info: PO Box 37451, Jacksonville, FL 32236.
LOOKING FOR LOVE
In all the wrong places—spread-eagled and red-cheeked by SM aces—con-dom -trapped tongue inside studs who userstapped rongue inside studs who dig sitting on face—harnessed and hort-waxed for slave scenes and kinky embraces—hog-tied for the sleaze needs of raunch groups and drenched with the traces of everyone looking for love.
MY BOOT IN YOUR FACE?
Hot bearded leatherman with heavy size 11s wants boot workouts and leather action with boot lickers and leather lovers. Letter with photo answered first. Boxholder, PO Box 16588, Denver, CO 80216.
JON-ERIK HEXUM photos / info sought for projected book on late actor. Especially anything on his interest in leather and uniforms. PO Box 3291, San Francisco, CA 94119.
TITS AND ASS DAD Seattle area GWM, 39, slender, smooth body needs virile, aggressive, dominant, endowed, Gr / A Dad for permanent involvement. My large, pierced nippes and hungry hole need frequent attention and punishment. Not into attitude , games, tricks or bars. Leather, latex, bondage preferred. I'm profes- sional, sincere, discreet and affectionate boy. Travel possible. Box 4249LF
NIPPLES BECOME ERECTILE
Shackled, tied, bound, you try to curse through a mouth stuffed with a large, soft foam ball, as torturous titclamps send twists of pain through overloaded nerve circuits. Then pleading, your cries become gasps as a toothed-parachute harness presses insistently into your encircled scrotum. Gasps become sobs as distended balls bear more and more weights. Buttocks redden , burn, & blister as an eternity of paddling swats them into tortured firmness . Your asshole, stretched from its dildo-topped perch, now yields to one larger toy after another. Then darkness . Encapsulated in isolation from sight and sound, your nerve endings flush from sensuous strokes of leather on distended testicles, even as they recoil from drip after drip of hot wax. More than yesterday's torture, less than tomorrow's. When will it end? Will you collapse before your 41-year-old GWM Daddy gives the final rubdown with hot oil and commands, "You passed, son. Cum." The tape recording of your agony will be a constant erotic of your agony win be a constant erotic reminder, if you never serve another Master. Can pay my own travel expenses within 200-mile radius of New Orleans. Will occasionally combine pain and business trips to Virginia, D.C., Denver and west loast. Will begin each scene by giving you complete health checkover; you'll start—and stay—healthy. Bottoms must have dungeon or playroom lined up at their own expense. Send age, height, weight, and best a date-be candid-to this ruthless, 6'4". 205 pounder at Box 5034LF. Save your pictures. You'll be interviewed before Jon Corager agrees to top you.
READY
Yes, I'm ready…to want a man, one who wants me to want him. I am 32 yrs., 5'9", 157 lbs., moustached, balding, considered handsome and hunky and very hairy (basic Italian looks). I'm also safe, sane, healthy (but not paranoid), responsible and a professional. The man for me is (probably) at least my age, at least moustached, at the very least responsible, has good physical presence, has no need for alcohol, tobacco or drugs, is aggressive (domi- nant, too), is assertive and communicative , seeks and offers commitment and devotion, and is a man who possesses a passion for intense and varied sexual gratification ("kink" included at times) which is no less strong than is his desire for intimacy and affection. (Indeed, I want it all!) If you are such a man, then I encourage you to write to me and include a recent photo. Thanks. Send to: PO Box 23035, Seattle, WA 98102.
NAKED SLAVE HOUSEBOY
Slim, boyish Asian male 5'5", 130. ready to submit body and mind to hunky white Master for total servitude and obedience. This slave body is available to be shaved and shackled for SM, BD, WS, TT, sexual duties, pun- ishment, domestic chores. Slave is serious, good worker, will satisfy right Master on full-time live-in basis and over indefinite period. Relocation possible . Sir! Slave awaits on knees the Master's commands by mail with address, phone and photo, Sir! Box 4849LF
WHITE GOOD-LOOKING mature executive, 46, seeks a man, 18- 37, for mature relationship-to include sex, social and ski weekends. I am strictly top, aggressive, interesting and no bullshit. Live and play in nongay environment. Like hairy butts and clean and safe mansex. Photo to PO Box 3912, Long Beach, CA 90803.
STRIP 'IM! ROPE 'IM DOWN! Castrate him! Seek correspondence, sadomasochistic fantasies about involuntary , forcible emasculation of virile masculine men. Experienced ball-cutters , sadists and masochists, interested in methodical C&BT, castration. Box 5535
HANG, CHOKE, TORTURE Hang me, choke me, strangle me, suffo- cate me. This 25-year-old, ex-military 185-lbs., hairy man gets into wild breath-control scenes with semi-sane breath-control scenes with semi-sane tops. Tie me up, chain me, swing me from the rafters. Force me to breathe cigar smoke until I gag. SM / BD / CB / TT interests are there. Right wild top will have a good time. Put it all on v bad, it is my major turn-on. Box 5538
PILOT WANTED Is there a pilot out there, mil. or airline, who's looking for a true, discreet, hot, very masculine friend, one you can always depend upon? I'm a Tucson white male, attractive, intelligent, 29, who seeks genu
HOT GWM 31 yrs., 6'1", 190 lbs., hairy, muscular, anal, fistfucking, dildoes. Box 5238
LOOKING FOR ACTION and friendship. Traveling to NYC, CA and FL one time a year and travel Ohio to Nebraska, Wisconsin to Texas and Tennessee all the time. I am submissive , but can be top for right stud. 30s, 5'10", am into Fr, Gr, FF, spanking, light SM and recycled beer. Write with photo to Box 5296LF
WIN $1,000 (DONATED PRIZE) FOR WINNER
Be a contestant in the Mr. Leather N.Y. Contest, an AIDS benefit. Win a trip to Puerto Rico in our raffle. Admission and raffle tickets now available. Info. Write: Box 410, 132 West 24 St., NYC 10011
STRAIGHT / BLUE COLLAR TYPES Especially big, burly, bearded bears. Little guy, 30, boyish, into boots, cig- ars, leather, rubber, longjohns, titwork, JO, condoms, smelly / sweaty jocks/ Socks, gloves, ace bandages, gas socks, gloves, ace bandages, gas masks, Daddies, trucks. SAFE SEX only! Like straight looking / acting guys. Husky, verbal, cigar smokers, beerguts, beards / mustaches A+. Photo. Box 5348LF
CORRECTIONAL LIFESTYLE NEEDED
Spoiled, undisciplined, long hair seeks strict Master to introduce me to a correctional lifestyle, turn me into an obedient , uniformed, convict-cropped inmate. Am 35, 6'1", 180 lbs., with an affection for motorcycles and leather and a need for steel restraint, and above all discipline. Box 5332
AMERICAN SCOT seeks photo exchanges with beefy, raunchy Scotsmen everywhere. Let's see what you've got under your kilt. Write B.J., Box 4973.
S / M BUDDY WANTED
By 39-yr-old, 6-4", 230 lb., very muscu- lar, masculine, quiet, bright businessman / BB with 52" chest, pierced nipples, 19" arms, 33" waist, handsome, looking for sharp, well- built, masculine man between 35-60 for mutually mutually satisfying S / M encounter or ongoing multifaceted sexual / mental S / M friendship / relationship. Dominant mind set, positive attitude, aggressive nature important. Interests include tit work, balls, pain / pleasure, J / O, safesex, codpiece pants, harnesses, hoods, gloves, uniforms, mirrors. Fantasies wanting to be realized include: Tit Master, Ball Master, Pain / Pleasure Master, Control Master (Master meaning ing "expert" and "authoritative"). Real- ity includes a hot, capable, aware, worthy partner for the right man. Trim beard, hung, sense of humor, apprecia- tion for the ritual, bonding, pleasure and dynamics of S / M are pluses. San Francisco / Bay Area preferred; other locations considered. Reply with photo to: Box 486, 584 Castro, S.F., CA
CHAIN-GANG SLAVE Master, WM, 40s. heavy build demands a slave, WM, 20s-40s, who is well-built, very affectionate, humble, obedient: ready for full-time, permanent, chained service as boot boy, body slave, field hand. Expec from a harsh slave owner. This position is not for the insincere. No drugs, FF. scat, damage. A photo is required with
MIDWEST HOLES WANTED midwest HOLES WANTED to fuck, fist, stuff, whip. ME: Leather top, 38, 150, 57", bearded, good health, looks, body & stamina, You: needing it, new or experienced, open or closeted. Forward photo, experience, specs & #. Box
PRIVATE STABLE SEEKS STOCK Slim, attractive, passionate / cruel/ affectionate, demanding Master (36, 59", 140, brown / blue, beard, thick 7", cut, fair-skinned, smooth; health-oriented, creative, high IQ, masterful lover) requires broad-spectrum services of small, permanent team of prime quality, tobacco-free livestock to create mutually beneficial city / islands iffestyle in spectacular Pacific Northwest. REQUIREMENTS: Self-knowledge, openness, 200% dedication, sexual skill, intelligence, health, industriousness, teamwork. PREFERENCES: over 35 years; tall, big build; foreskin; bearded; hairy; heavy hung; muscles; earning power. Description, recent photo, SASE guar- antee reply. Box 5277LF
HOT, LEATHER TOPMAN GWM, 34 yrs., 5'11", 185 lbs., brown/ blue, moustache, hairy pecs with big, rock-hard nipples. Looking for similar hot tops / bottoms to 40. I'm a stable, well-educated, healthy, professional Interests include photography, BB, hik- ing. Enjoy mutual titwork, long, hot J / O sessions, jockstraps, toys and safe, hard workouts. Can be a hot Dad for the right man. Especially into uncuts, cow- boys, Asian men. No drugs or fems. Send a hot photo and / or phone to Box 4675LF.
HELLWEEK LIVES
27, 6'2", 195, blond pledgemaster seeking recruits in excellent shape. Reply with nude photo / phone experience to Tightropes, PO Box 1283, San Rafael, CA 94901.
EXPERIENCED
Masochist-slave seeks SADIST for gen- itorture. Box 5536
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QUIET-MASTER / DADDY
41-year-old, good-looking, easy going but firm, very health conscious, together, loving, looking for a special son / slave for mutual satisfaction. Dad is that special type who treats his partner with the respect and TLC he needs but must get back the respect and submission a dad deserves. Dad is looking for guys 21-36 who are in need of a father / master image, good friend or more. I am dominant in light S&M, being Greek active, bondage, spanking, shaving, and other fantasies depending on my partner. Also enjoy touching, holding, fondling and am gentle and understanding as well. Son / slave should enjoy all that Dad likes, be a n drugs and nonfem. I am located in New York but travel around the country. If interested, send photo and letter to Box 4711LF
CIGARETTES AND WHIPS!
Cigarettes and / or whip fetish? Learned young? Enjoy teaching? Need give or take bareback med, to heavy flogging and / or smoke torture? More than one cigarette at a time? T / B / C torture? A group is forming. Occupant, Box 115, 100 Valencia St., San Francisco, CA 94103. No drugs!
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SEEKING LONG-HAIRED DAD
Hot, slim, hairless 'boy' desires to serve, obey and belong to dominant, serve, obey and belong to dominant, hirsute Dad with long hair and beard. I will groom and care for body, beard, boots, etc. Not looking for yuppie or clone. Seeking aggressive man who wants care and respect. When I don't pline or verbal abuse remind me of my place. I am honest, discreet, loyal and ready to obey the man that under- stands this ad and my desire to serve and please. Will help with relocation or travel. Photo and phone replies answered promptly. I am 5'9", 32 and 145 pounds and in Texas. Box 5327
ARIZONA
VERSATILE
Hot leathermen wanted for top / bottom bondage, SM scenes by well-built, muscular, good-looking man, 32, dark hair, moustache, Letter with photo gets mine. Joe, Box 5527.
NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
RUSSIAN RIVER
Daddy seeks son for permanent rela- tionship. Son must be very much together, aged 30 to 45, like home life. Preferences may be discussed. Daddy is a writer, has been into S / M scene for years. Send picture and we can talk. Box 5461
EXECUTIVE DADDY
41, 200 lbs., 6', BB, seeks smooth athletic boy for safe sex. Live in possible . Your photo gets mine. James Duke, PO Box 640683, San Francisco, CA 94164. (LF5310)
TOP UNCUT BLACKS, LATINS wanted, who are macho, not fat and are into heavy raunch: sweat, headcheese, scat. scat, piss. Sacramento and San Francisco areas. By WM bottom, 45, 6'1", 150 lbs. Box 5438
WANTED: YOUNG LEATHER STUD 19-35 years old, who wants to share leather sex with 36-year-old Daddy. Must be turned on by smell, feel and look of black leather or police uniforms. Need safe sex with right boy. Call me at home and ask for Rick at (415) 863-7384.
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BIG GUY-LITTLE GUYS A TURN-ON?
This little guy needs a man over 5'9" who prefers short men and knows how to use the difference in our height and strength to your advantage and our mutual excitement. With a little guy, do you ache to: pin him down, pleasure him until he screams (but not stop), win his trust over time, and then initiate him into light bondage? Do you yearn to explore and expand each other's erotic responses to D / S? Objective: monogamous, safe-sex relationship based on open communication, affection, growing together, and deeply-shared sexual needs; a relationship that won't be equal in the bedroom, but will be outside of it because you want this little guy as your partner, and not just as a sex buddy. Me: WM, boyish thirties, 120, handsome, bearded, respon- 5'5" sive. Likes: beach, mountains, music, candlelight dinners, cuddling, sur- prises. You: 30s / youthful 40s, mascu-ine , attractive, fit, healthy, affectionate, nonsmoker, drugfree, progressive thinker, Optional: bearded, outdoorsy, arlistic. Letter / photo: 584 Castro, Suite 609. San Francisco, CA 94114-2588 (LF4952).
MASSIVE MUSCLES
Don't go to the gym, use my body for a workout! Get off on pumping up in front of the mirror using my nipples for dumbbells, my balls for cable pulls and punching bag, my face for squats and lunges! The only thing that interests unity syou is watching yourself work out on my hapless body. The fact that I am hapdsome but out of shape and no comparison to you drives you to beat the shit out of me, pose before me, make me worship you. I disjust you a until you verbally humiliate me. The sight of your own vein-studded body sends you into uncontrolled tit ripping, nut crushing, face slapping action until you can't do another rep. Now its time to relive all that swollen glory. Go for the burn! Sick-minded muscle jocks write, with photo. SF Bay Area only. Box 4943LF
GWM, 45 6'4", slim, novice slave, looking for eventual full-time Master who rewards subservience and obedience with much love and affection. You are also slim. 25-55, any race. In time, anything goes that's safe. I like collars, chains, menial labor, symbols of submission and more. I'm very Greek passive. Box 5308LF
BODY BUILDER SON WANTED
Muscular daddy seeks son for training and service. Long-term one-to-one relationship is desired. Son will pursue body-building career along with dad and under his direction. Should have strong desire to train and the body type necessary to excel. Disciplined work- outs, body worship, leather sex; all part of the package. Ideal chance to build a masculine relationship and mould a body. Photo. Box 4944LF
DRUMMER DADDY
WM, 40s, 61", 160 lbs, bearded seeks that special man who needs to be stripped and chained up by a Leathermaster in his dungeon. You should be lean, muscular bottom, any age whether a boy (with body under development) or a opment) or a mature man (who has kept in shape). If you are man enough to take rough treatment like B / D, TT, C / BT and whipping, then you earn my respect and possible affection. Body shaving second session to mark my owners health reasons you will not be required to eat ass or take my load, but every- thing else goes. Will discuss your limits and a program to expand them. Application with nude photo given preference. Box 4988LF
CIGARS, PIPES, SMOKERS
Write if you're turned on by the look and feel of a hot smoker. I'm moust-ached , 38, hot, WM-will answer all, Would like to start smokers' club. Pix a plus. Box 5512
WHIPPING BOTTOM
GWM, 47, 5'9", 160 lbs., into bareback and ass whipping. Have pierced nipples, tattoos, into leather, SM scene as novice. Want to expand my limits and new scenes, such as VA, bondage. Want Master in good shape only not over 47 years. Box 5519.
MASTER NEEDS
DEEP-THROAT COCKSUCKER 36 yrs., WM, 210, 5'11", hairy, dirty talk, lots of VA. Looking for a 20-30 yr, man who can take care of daddy's cock and make him feel good in northern CA. Write to Box 5530
NAUTILUS AND SM PARTNER Newcome to S.F. seeks friend in Levis and boots for Natuilus workouts and whipping up trouble. I'm WM, 43, cut, 6", 6'2", 205, into whipping, BD, SM, ball work, TT, SS Fr, SS Gr, Not into WS, scat, FF, rimming, piercing, prods, drugs, damage, uncuts. Can be M or S. Box 5545
BONDAGE FANTASY
Older, bisexual, white male, complete novice, seeks fantasy fulfillment by mature man, 25 to 40. Interested in bondage and paddling. Limits must be respected. Your place. No fluid exchange, even with condom. Box 5550
PAST THE ELBOW
Hot Latin leatherman, 35, 5'10", 160 lbs., pierced, uncut, work out. Looking for another experienced butch stud for heavy mutual FF action. Box 5554
HEY BOY!
Your daddy is looking for you. Call (916) 391-9755.
MASCULINE BUTTBUDDY WANTED Exceptionally handsome, hung, over- sexed, smooth WM, 38, with kinky butt sexed, Smooth WM, 38, with kinky butt seeks similar to explore sensuous fan- tasies. Must be versatile, hung huge, circumcised, healthy, discreet. Secretly, you dig giving / receiving ene- mas, need steady buttbuddy and love possible if sexually compatible. No bar types. Box 5557LF
BUDDY WANTED
For weekend man-to-man get-togethers with someone in his mid- thirties like me. I like men bigger than myself, built like linebackers, wrestlers, powerlifters. I am honest, direct and to the point. I want a man who is the same. I like sweat, pits, pecs, nipples, shaving and wrestling. Your physical advantage alone will not be enough. Dominance is a state of mind. Box 490, 584 Castro St., San Francisco, CA 94114.
ASS EATER
Stick your butt in my face and make me worship it. Love Latin and white asses riding my tongue. WM, 6'1", 185 lbs., 30, black hair and beard. T / T, W / S. Box 5498
BOTTOM DADDY WANTED
Good-looking, 30, Japanese, daddy's boy but top, seeks white, 35-55, masculine , bottom daddy, into leather, uni- forms, light SM, W / S, B&D. Must have respect to reversed daddy-son relationship . Reply with photo. Box 5566
BOY NEEDS
Gym body, good looking, 30-yr,-old boy needs big, hairy, masculine daddy (35- 45) for safe but raunchy J0 sex. Box
BB SLAVE NEEDED
I want your well-muscled rugged body to struggle, sweat and strain against my chains as I force you to hunk out one more tough torturous set of curls ignoring your scrams for mercy. Your BOSS is into hot slave / animal training, buss is into not salver animal training, olled-up, flexin' not wax endurance trips, CB / T, TT, 4-wheelin' rock, smoke and country ways. Not into phone trips or bullshit. If you're not in the area, write: BOSS, PO Box 30091, anytime on the weekends. Keep America Mean! Box 5001LF
BRECHES Older GWM, 5'11", 175 lbs., waist 34, wants young WM (or Asian) dressed in boots & breeches (provided) for possible 8&D. Advise phone to: Pierce, 305 Franklin St., #34, San Francisco. CA 9410? 94102
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SMALL PACKAGES Shortie, 5'4", GWM, brown / blue, 135 lbs., interested in meeting versatile men over 6'. Interests include, but not limited to, leather, bondage, tattoos, piercing, motorcycles, computers. Usually bottom, but who knows? Object long-term relationship, Reply to Lambda BBS address code ORAY, or Box 4136LF.
GOOD DEAL FOR RIGHT SLAVE Two men, 30s, private home with pool, seek permanent live-in nude slave/ houseboy. You are into total submission . Collared, shaved, bondage discipline and much more. Smaller cocks welcomed, so don't be shy about your size. Your looks are not as important as your attitude. Your limits respected, but both your body and mind will be slowly and safely expanded as the relationship grows. You will be totally kept and cared for in an environment that evolves into that special SLAVE / MASTER love. You will come to realize absolute trust and security in your submission. Good slaves are hard to find. So are good Masters. Send detailed letter about yourself and how to contact you for interview and in-depth discussion. This could possibly be that once-in-a- lifetime opportunity you've always fan- tasized about. Box 5188LF
OBEDIENT SLAVE SUBMITS TO horse-hung Masters, cops, military discipline , while being used for heavy whippings, group submission; submits to being hooded, gagged, forcing of huge toy insertions, wine enemas, medical and mind conversion torture, straightjacket kidnaping for wild tor- turing. (415) 552-6786. Permanent.
PAIN TRIPS Do you need to suffer? The Man seeks experienced masochists for unusual explorations into pain trips and going past the point where the head and body say no! This is not a fantasy or sensual SM trip. Whips. Alligator clamps. Cigarettes. Beatings with %" fiery rattan cane. Bruises, most likely. But safe and sane. No damage, or permanent marks. Interested in torture for torture sake, C / B torture and intense bondage, tit torture a specialty. Bottom must be honest and able to take a gag. No safe words. Sincere letter with photo to: The Man. PO Box 4622, San Francisco, CA 94101
GWM COUPLE AVAILABLE Couple new to San Francisco seeks couples and singles for safe sex; one 34, one 37, both 6'1" and attractive; 34 yr. old needs deep plowing by well- hung leatherman or whomever. Box 5479
DADDY SLAVE WANTED
29 yr. old, good-looking, good body, needs a daddy to abuse VA CP TT and more. Daddy must worship his boy, My pits & feet need special attention. Safe sane only write with phone #. Box 4973.
CASTRO COUNTRY BOY!
Hairy-chested, horny, versatile, hot, has field that needs plowin', Call: (415) 431-4293.
HELP ME INTO SM Self-torture sucks_WM, 62", 170, cut, 71 / 2", needs experienced Master or too for nipple, ball, cock work, munching, electrotorture (mutual with shaft, balls tied together a real turn-on). Bondage. Increase limits. Hot wax, shaving clothespins. Box 5184LF
HUNGRY MANSEX GWM, 33, 57", 155 lbs., brown hair, bearded, attractive, seeks hot, horny, hairy men for anything-goes pig sex. At lunch, before work, after work, any-time …SF residents or visitors send photo / phone and your favorite turn- ons. Box 5151
SLAVE
25, 5'8", 130 lbs., brwn / grn, smooth, olean-shaven, 7" uncut, into WS, shaving, enemas, plugs, clamps, dildoes, FF, wax, bondage, TT / BT, needs heavy training. Looking for a Master who can do the above and more. Please call (415) 750-9015. (LF4820)
REALLY INTO LEATHER? If LEATHER really turns you on and you IT LEA HEH really turns you on and you own LEATHER pants, jacket and boots, keep reading. If you like to be dominated, worship your master's leather and boots and enjoy j / o, keep reading, if you are looking to find a maste with, keep reading. I am GWM, 39, 6'1"
220 lbs., good-looking, stable, professional and sane master who is really into LEATHER. Turned on by the sight, smell, touch, taste and feel of LEATHER. Also into very tall boots. NOT into drugs of any kind, smokers, anal sex, losers, heavy S&M. Relation- ship is possible. Now reply with phone and photo to: Jim, 1850 Union St. #
SONOMA COUNTY WM, 44, 6', 190 lbs., SM, TT, C&BT, etc.
No body fluids exchanged, no fucking, even with a condom. Let's use our bodies and minds. If you've got the mind, I've got the body or vice versa. Age and size unimportant as long as you can get it up! I've been into the scene for I2 years and I've done it all the standards say is safe sex and I'm having a wonderful time without missing anything. Do you like to play roles? Me too! I'm versatile and with our sick minds we can get it off with screams that all of the valley can hear! C'mon, invest 22¢ in your happiness and write me a note. I'm special and if you under- stand this ad, I'm sure you are too!!! Box 5150
RAUNCHY SLEAZE
I am thirty-one, white, 170 lbs., 5'81 / 2" brown hair and eyes. I'm into raunchy sleazy, kinky sex. Not into scat, heavy pain. I'm a dedicated leatherman that needs a dominate, aggressive Dad- dy / Big Brother to train me, use / abuse me, discipline me like I know I need to be. I am ready to submit to a Daddy / Big Brother who is not modest, is into dirty talk and verbal abuse, is not strip me, collar me, finger-fuck me, use me at anytime and much more. If you are mature, over thirty-five and want a that's real then please send boy detailed letter about yourself, what you want to do to me, along with a hot, revealing photo, if possible. All answered. Box 4858LF
MAN WITH EXPERIENCE is 35, 5'9", 160 lbs., muscular, hairy, moustached, tattooed, pierced, with a thick, stiff 7½ inches. Looking for a boy who is a boy by virture of his menktal attitude, not necessarily just his age. My interests include: BD, VA, TT, GA, FP, FFA, boots, ass-heating, size. FP, FFA, boots, ass-beating, cigars, bondage, leather. Father / son scenes a specialty. You need not share all the above interests. Safety-conscious but not hysterical. Offer a firm, expe- rienced, yet affectionate hand to responsive, enthusiastic bottoms. All ages, races considered. Photo a must. Write AL, Box 5038
SF LEATHER DATE
6'2", 31 yrs., discriminating, English (SF resident) leatherman wants to meet similar, fun-loving locals and visitors. Box 525
HOT MUSCULAR STUD into rough sex of all kinds with other muscular men. Sweaty workouts, heavy B&D, wrestling matches, ropes and chains, tit torture, wax, floggings. Muscle vs. muscle. Write with photo to PO Box 162518, Sacramento, CA 95816. (LF5222)
SCORPIO MASTER Show me you're worth my time and I'll make you my property. NO FANTASY. S&M, B&D, Torture—Limits Expanded. S&M, B&D, Torture—Limits Expanded. My scene, My way. Strict Discipline. Domestic duties. slave requirements: obedient, silent, dedicated, very pas- sive, employed, moustache, tight butt, trim, clean. PO Box 523.3, S.F., CA
FULL SERVICE
Toilet to relieve dirty shithole and horse-hung pisser of handsome, well- defined muscular black by clean-cut athletic white boy. (415) 535-0867
FUCK BUDDIES?
Have lover, need sleazy / safe friends for rough / careful fun. I'm 6'1", 33, 180, 8'2", GWM. Into A / PF, FFA, WS, spanking , belts and creative ways to enjoy same and stay healthy. Write with same and stay healthy. W photo, get same. Box 5400LF
Association / of / the [×11+] return. Send photo (nude) and desires. Emile Blanc, PR 108, 75009, Paris, FRANCE
S.F. CROTCH CLEANER
Seeks position under dirty talkin' facesitters, 40 yrs.-plus. Working conditions requested-ripe fartin' assholes, cheesy, pissin' cocks. Suds and rimseat furnished. Serious only. No jack-off calls. Pigmouth (415) 776- 2844
FIND DADDY IN DEAR SIR
SMALL MASTER WANTED WM slave, 5'6", 150, seeks slim/ muscular little guy into domination, verbal abuse, discipline, humiliation, leather. Into body worship, armpits, bondage, wrestling, J / O. Blacks, Asians and muscles a plus. PO Box 6655, San Francisco, CA 94101.
NIPPLE WORK Lean, smooth, defined GWM looking for satisfying mutual chest work with trim, in-shape, imaginative men. Safe sex only. PO Box 14257, Station G, San Francisco, CA 94114.
BLACK BOY
English raised, versatile, seeks older, well-built, white Master. Boy is submis-well -built, write master. Boy is submis- sive but not cowed, health conscious, 31, 6°, 165 lbs., uncut, hairy, good body, Moderate BD and SM. Greek, TT, CBT. No scat, WS, FF, drugs. Hoping for long-term relationship. Pleas 5391LF
ARE YOU A BONDAGE MASTER? Sir, GWM, 39, 5'9", 155 lbs., would like to meet a bondage Master who is look- ing for a mature Master-slave relationship . All types of bondage OK, age or race no obstacle. Please reply to, Box- holder, 584 Castro, #634, San Francisco, CA 94114.
SEEKING ASS MASTERS, TOPS, HUNG STUDS
Hot S.F. asshole needs good-looking fuckmasters, topmen, well-hung studs into total, safe, extended assplay trips. Tie me down, paddle my buns red hot, fuck me with rubbers, stretch my hole hungry with dildoes, FF, CBT, TT Make me your asshole slave in a pro-Make me your asshole slave in a pro- longed action fantasy. I'm 35, GWM, 510°. 165 lbs., dark hair / beard, BB, hairy, tan line, exceptional ass, capa- ble of hard fucks. Preference to Mas- ters with dungeon play room where 94114. (LF5390)
DICK-HEAD TEASING
Clean-shaven guys for prolonged and intense J / O in bondage who want to go nuts taking turns tickling, massaging or vibrating only our sensitive dick- heads. Box 5493
UNIFORM POLICE OFFICER WANTED
WM, 34, 5'9", 165, moustached, in very good health and shape. Looking for motorcycle and mounted officer in his tall boots—Dehners—breeches, leather or uniform. Full gun leather, black leather, gloved hands and cap or helmet. I'm into the taste, smell, feel, sound and the look of black leather. Bondage, motorcycles, camping, JO and safe sex a must. Sir, I'll take care of all your needs and in return all I ask for is to be your leather bondage prisoner. C. West, 2529 Post, San Francisco, CA 94115. Can travel. (LF5292)
HOT BONDAGE BOTTOM needs booted / gloved / leathered/ uniformed top interested in training a boot licking, cock sucking asshole. I boot licking, cock sucking asside. I need to meet up with cops, bikers, leathermen and daddies with attitude! A mean streak and a kinky knowledge of heavy BD, heavy VA, moderate SM, hoods, gags, gas masks, enemas, boots an tache needs cigar-smoking cops and leathermen to show me my place and keep me there. Will correspond. Photo for photo. Box 3711LF
DOMINANT BLACK WANTED Your in charge of this Sacramento GWM, 26, 5'10", 155. Box 5385
HORNY DUO Two guys, 32, 5'8", 140 lbs., br / bl, and 29, 5'7", 138 lbs., br / bl, one smooth, one 29, 57, 138 hs. Prof), one shoom, one hairy, both well-built, seek partners for hot, long sessions of cocksucking, ass rimming, fucking. Seeking healthy, masculine guys, 25-40, trim bodies for sleaze sessions. Hung, muscle
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TOUGH LITTLE BLOND executive in rural town, 5'6", 135 lbs., 30 yrs., copper beard, furry, 8" clipped, oversexed, seeks to submit to bossman to horse around with for a night or a lifetime. Discipline, bondage, both at home and in the Sierras. Humiliation, body shaving, ass beating, piss, tit- torture, all available to MASTER who needs to dominate a together stud and turn him into his butch son / slave dog. turn nim into ins buten son / slave eog. If you rope me you can hump me: if you can me you can hump me: me you can bump me: me you can bump me: me you can keep me. Age, looks, cock size unimportant, however headspace is. (Ha often. Box 5439LF
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
WM Topman-Dad, 45, 5'8", 145 lbs., seeks completely-bottom son under 30. No SM abuse, beatings or test of wills. I want a thoroughly-submissive, trim, quiet, obedient, affectionate, home-type Daddy's Boy who's on a serious, heavy, Father-Son trip. Boy can expect bondage and to be kept naked and well-disciplined . Boy will be my houseboy and not expected to work full time if at all. Be aware, I'm not a sugar daddy. I'm a Topman, a Master, aiming to pos- sess, dominate, love, take care of, play with, and fuck a docile, dependent boy who knows he can't make it on his own and needs a Daddy. Prefer short (5'6" and under) slim, even scrawny boy with smooth body and hairless butt. This size boy not mandatory. Attitude and submissiveness more important than height. Slightly handicapped or unemployable boy okay. I'm searching for a real special kind of boy. Where is he? Reply with phone number. Reloca- tion taken care of. Asian or Latino welcome . Box 4551LF
LET'S STOP TRAFFIC
I'm 28, 6'2", 180 lbs., and above average all-around. Sound arrogant? So what, I want a Master, not a mouse in leather drag. I want commitment and trust and the envy of all who know us, or see us together. I want the best things in life. Does that mean you? If you're young, strong, healthy and find your leather- sex life colder than it could be, I need you. And having said so, I'll shut up. Send photo, phone and a piece of your soul to Matt, Box 5129LF.
OBEDIENT BLOND BODY BUILDER needs contact with dominant, aggressive man. Safe sex. Verbal abuse and humiliation. Enjoys calling the shots over 6'2", 185 (solid) lbs. jock, late 20s, blue eyes, masculine. If you're 30-50, have a mean streak and aren't afraid to show who's boss, I need badly to try to satisfy your needs. Need arrogant type who's just not happy until he's called "Sir." Photo gets mine, but attitude and temper most important. Serious. Discrete. PO Box 16813, San Diego, CA 92116. (LF5007)
HOT DADDY PUNCHFUCKER Very hot, healthy, 52-year-old BB, 6'2", 200 lbs., clipped beard, balding, will expertly punchfuck your hungry hole. You be equally hot, hard, creative, have a tight healthy body and a sick mind. Your ass will be thoroughly used. In appreciation you will skillfully service Daddy's large nipples while dickfuck- ing Daddy's tight ass. Reply: Daddy PF, Box 4888
LOVES DEHNERS Call (213) 666-1191.
MASTER WANTED by WM, 34-year-old, blond, blue, 6'1" tall. I am a little overweight and small tall. I am a nuce overweight and small read methowed. I am looking for a Master that will train me in CBTT, WS, SM, BB, FF, VA, tatooing, shaving, piercing, hot wax, dildos, gags, hoods, prolonged bondage, electric shock, race, endowment, looks does not mat-there . All I dask is that you are dominant. If there is a Master wanting this slave, please call (213) 656-4324 or write: Occupant, 1265 North Harper, #8, West Hollywood, CA 90046. When calling, please ask for Bob. (LF5009
MOTORCYCLE LEATHER
Motorcycle rider into good, clean fun on / off bike wants to meet other GWM guys to enjoy living in So. Bay L.A. Box 4248LF
CUTE HUNG BLOND BOY
Good-looking, tan, athletic, trim jock- boy. 6'1", 160 lbs., 25 years old. Enjoy wrestling, swimming, cycling, working out. My tight ass needs to be used. With right guy(s), willing to submit to almost any scene, including 3-ways, gang bangs, and rape. Hike guys in uniforms (cops, military, leather and sports), speedos and jocks. Want bondage, discipline and training by good-looking hung stud(s). Really like to suck cocks and be fucked long and hard! Clean and healthy. Novice, but eager to learn and serve. L.A. and O.C. Box 5126LF
SLAVE / SON / HOUSEBOY
Is there a real man that can handle all of the above? We are looking for that spe- cial person who can. You should be under 35, looks, race, build are unimportant (we will shape and define you). You will become our property, to do with as we see fit. We will expect you to commit yourself totally, both mentally commit yourself totally, both mentally and physically, into our care. This is not a one-night stand or a summer vacation. This is a 24-hour, seven-day-a-week lifestyle. You must be able and willing to surrender to a life o rest is up to you. Send an in-depth, detailed application stating your qualifications , abilities, desires and a recent, revealing photo with your phone number and best time to call to: B&R, 15840 Ventura Blvd., #326, Encino, CA 91436. (LF5202)
TWO BLACK HARLEY BIKERS Tony, in full leather or full C.H.i.P. gear and uniforms with tall, hot black boots; all to be serviced by hot, hung leather studs, any race. Mike, waiting to serv- ice hot booted leather studs. We are both hot, well-hung, good-looking, and into FF, WS, JO, VA, boot service and other hot scenes. Have toys, sling, mirrors and video. Mike and / or Tony. (213) 777-0122. PO Box 47552. Los Angeles, CA 90047. No JO or bullshit c
WANTED: BEST SLAVE IN L.A. Slave / houseboy wanted by two hot, professional GWM, 27 and 33, with playroom; into B&D, S / M, CT&T, hoods, gags, stocks, shackles, shaving, leather, rubber and more. Will be dressed in leather; receive allowance; healthy nonsmoker; inexperienced OK, if eager to learn in safe and caring environment. Detailed application with photo to Box 211, 8033 Sunset Blvd… Los Angeles, CA 90046.
BONDAGE MAN WANTED
All types of bondage, the tighter the better. Call Paul (805) 966-5256. Santa Barbara. 6:30-10:30 P.M.
Young, 45, into B&D, S / M, have toys and playroom. Prefer younger, experienced top. No calls between 11 P.M. & 9 A.M. (818) 843-5428
SLAVE / SON / HOUSEBOY is there a real man that can handle all of the above? We are looking for that spe- cial person who can. You should be under 35, looks, race, build are unim- portant (we will shape and define you). You will become our property, to do with as we see fit. We will expect you to commit yourself totally, both mentally and physically, into our care. This is not a one-night stand or a summer vacation. This is a 24-hour, seven day a week lifestyle. You must have the right attitude. You must be able and willing to surrender to a life of tot and ownership. We are 31 and 38, established professionals. You must be able to rise above your established place in life when needed. The rest is up to you. Send an in-depth, detailed application stating your qualifications, abilities, desires and a recent, reveal ing photo with your phone number and best time to call to : B&R, 15840 Venture Blvd., #326, Encino, CA 91436. (LF5202)
SAFE RELATIONSHIP NOW!
WM. 39, 72", 180#, br / bl, H. chest, above avg looks, masc, botm-vers, fit, myotherapist. Into: SAFEsex, leather trvl, BB, chains, home, pits, reading, bondage, sailing, skiing, T&C&BT, music, jocks-2-tux, hiking, piercing, Hustic, Jocks-Z-tux, Inking, piercing, theaters, shaving, affirmations, toys, success, Gr / Fr, spirit, exAF Off, friends; NO smoke / drugs/…holics. Want: honest, successful, hairy, fit, leather top-man with humor, intellige comtd to soc. justice. Who wants & will: communicate, touch, support friendship and more; mutually satisfying and multifaceted sexual / mental / emtional/ spiritual balanced relating. Important you have positive & dominant nature with fantasies to be realized like: C&B-butt-tit Master; pain-pleasure Mentor, and … You now are capable, aware, sensual, teachable, a valued friend; & honor the ritual, bonding, pleasures and success dynamics of leather & S / M in a fulfilling and happy life. L.A. area preferred. Reply w / goals, Box 5412LF
WHITE MASTER (TOP) NEEDED White slave bottom, 34, 511", 195 lbs., husky, hairy, wants to serve white/ Latino top Master. Am into leather, Levis, boots, uniforms, G / p, Fa / p (front / rear), S / M, B / D, toys, W / S & more Please is more. Please, sir-sincere only-send orders & info to slave at: PO Box 67E06, L.A., CA 90067. (LF5349)
GANGFUCK FRENZY
I mean you spy this wow candyass stacking cans or whatever; Sweet face; Unreal Bod. Yeah! You get with the guys. Always hot. You target the dude, a spot, and force a scene where pan- icked appeals get stifled by hot stuffed dick into a pounding mouthful of mumbled whimpering grunts… Ain't nothing beat slapping fucktime into resistant bucking toyass to your budies' head-bouncing facefucking rhythms. Kid (over 18) learns a thing or head to yo two or six or twelve… Man! Oh Man! Hey Gangbanger, does all of that incredible stuff walking around pump up your cock to twitching and drip- ping? Spot one now? Tell us how you can get into and better our action. Limited Openings. Box 5342LF
NO EXCHANGE
Seeking bluecollar guy in Levis and lace-ups, over 35, beer gut okay, who would get turned on by forcing a good-looking mature exec. to tongue clean his sweaty boots, pits and low-hangers . Box 5437
WANTED: A MAN TO RESPECT Law student with little time to waste needs a man tht can make me respect him. I am a willing, eager sex dog for the right man. I am 29 years old, 5'10", 155 lbs., good body, good face and the ability to laugh at life's bullshit. I am seeking someone who works hard, enjoys physical exercise and is happy. am usually attracted to tall, fair-hall usually attracted to fall, fair-halred, moustache or beard, moderately well-built men—but most attracted to masculinity. If you have a picture, send it. If not, send a letter with a phone number and I will give you a
A BIG DICK'S DREAM
Very handsome Greek-Italian, 27, 160, 5'11", one of the finest cocksuckers available to regularly service your meat. Get the kind of service your oversized crotch needs and deserves. Be healthy, fit, imaginative. Tag team buddies and national replies welcome. Accurate description and photo if pos- sible. PO Box 691475, Los Angeles, CA 90069.
ITALIAN BB
Italian BB, very masculine, 30, wants to be emasculated, ridiculed, VA, dog training, body worship and humiliation phone scenes. (213) 850-6598
BLOND NORDIC MODEL
Young top wants slave who is ready to be stripped, chained, whipped, abused—to have his limits carefully but forcefully expanded. I am experienced and extraordinarily attractive. You must be attractive and willing to explore your limits. Send photo. Box 5491
HOUSEBOY / SLAVE
WM, 29, average looks, build, looking for dominant Latino or Middle Eastern types in L.A./O.C. Will grovel, worship, serve. David, PO Box 97, Perris, CA 92370
SERIOUS BALL PLAYERS equipped with C / B toys, candles, shaving gear, electro CBT equipment, etc. wanted for serious ball games. Good- looking WM, 38, 5'10", 150, nice build and big balls. Contact Chuck. PO Box 691375, West Hollywood, CA 90069.
RAUNCHY SOX-FEEDER has need of Raunchy Sox-Eater. Hot, handsome Black Master, early 40s, enlists the service of a young, greedy, hungry-mouthed White slave-dog animal. Master imposes to keep his slave-dog's mouth humble and obedient , stuffed and used, dirty and raunchy from servicing his sweat- lathered feet; dank, smelly, unwashed, dirt-encrusted soxs. Drop me a line w/ pix. Boxholder, PO Box 60331, Los Angeles, CA 90060-0331.
SLAVE DANNY will submit to bondage and tortures for groups, parties, photos or one Master. Phone (818) 846-9486. Thank you, Sirs! (LF4091)
PISS & SHIT
WM, 35, 6'4", 200 lbs., hairless ass with juicy pink hole, seeks slave, 18-40, for toilet service. Erect, thirst-quenching cock. Firm, tasty turds. Box 5460
DADDY SEEKS SON
Businessman-type Dad, 41, 6'3", 240 lbs., hairy, seeks son. Dad has high standards for your behavior and expects you to live up to them. You will be disciplined when you deserve it. However Dad is loving and affectionate and is concerned only about your well-being . Son, if you need a Daddy to take care of you and help you grow, write and tell him about yourself. Include pic- ture for immediate response. Box 4934LF
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HEAVY BUTT PLAY & FISTING White, mid-40s topman seeks hot, good-looking bottom white man under 40 for safe mansex. (213) 438-0917 or PO Box 3912, Long Beach, CA 90803.
NAZI VICTIM
Lean, bootlicking queer (part Jew), youthful 35, craves 1940 SS camp scene. Seek Aryan Master(s) to con- duct experimentation involving isolation , sensory deprivation, immobilization , brainwashing, controlled breathing. No body fluids. Deadly serious. Box 5564
DEPRIVED FUCKER
Fucking hot action, only bottom men needed: be experienced; turn onto heavy pain, torture, SM and give damn good service. No fantasy or j / o. Be short, slim, hairy. NO limits, ALL scenes. Be ready to have ass and brains fucked over and tortured. The Stud that’il be working ass is 6’, 160 lbs., hairy, 42, 7½”. When ready to put your balls in the hands of this stud, send pix & phone no. Possible perman- ent position; safe sex. Box 4827LF
165 LB., SOLID, 6' Masculine Leo. Self-confident, intelli- gent, experienced, into fantasy fulfil-Iment . Seeking relationship based on mutual trust and honesty. Masculine attitude and versatility a plus. Experienced in S / M, B / D, uniforms, FF. No scat, penpals, or bullshitters. All replies answered. Rodger, 248 No. Sierra, Solana Beach, CA 92175. (LF5361)
WM, 36, 6'2", 175, trim ,bearded, looking for creative, raunchy, crotch action, in filthy, skin-tight Levis, boots, leather. Into sweat, piss, tits, underwear , nylon, uniforms, mutual verbal abuse and exhibitionism. Seek friendly, imaginative, jaded men 30-50 in bulging, dripping 501s for sensuous, sweaty, all-night raunch scenes, Live in S.B. Mountains, work in L.A. Safe sex only. Phone / photo. Box 5324
RUBBER SLAVE Lanky WM, mid-30s, digs total enclosure, immobilization, sensory deprivation, controlled breathing. Seek experienced San Diego area Master in full rubber for radical J / O scenes. Box 5472 5473
POLICE DOG / SAN DIEGO
Bootlicking puppy is good-looking, lean WM (34 in human years) requiring prolonged confinement / obedience training by uniformed police officer(s). No sex. Box 5559
ATTR DAD SEEKS CRUEL SON Trim silver fox, 50s, 5'9", 140, Cauc., smooth, uncut, needs bondage, TT, CBT, at hands of good-looking son (18- 38) with cruel streak (not brutal, cruel) who has love / hate feelings about Dad. Letter & pic to "Dad," PO Box 69824, L.A., CA 90069.
COLORADO
FIT TO BE TIED and ready to be abused. Novice, 46, 170 lbs., hungry and submissive, seeking expert, level-handed top who respects limits to fulfill my bondage fantasy to be stripped, immobilized, tied up, chained, spanked steadily, but n nate with ropes, rack, paddle, whip, chains and expose my ass to heavy workouts with you and / or friends. Toys, some tit work, but no heavy pain. No WS, FF, scat, shaving, drugs, damage please. Submissive and respectful, but not humiliated bottom. GW, PO Box 18005. Denver. CO 80218
HEAVY BONDAGE 45, 185, 5'11", handsome, hairy, hot, moustache. Serious bondage bottom needs prolonged sessions. I enjoy being gagged, hooded, bound, chained, etc. Safe-sex only, please. Limitations: No drugs, FF, scat, or lasting marks. Box 4997
YOUNG WHITE / ASIAN For lite bondage. No S&M. I'm GWM, 48, top, uncut, mountain climber. Tennis, run. (303) 781-9423
HAIRY UNCUT DADDY
Versatile, hairy, uncut stud into mutual pleasuring through ploughing and milking. Interested in training those who want to explore the world of mutuality with uncut, 6'1" stud, daddy, hairy from head to foot with 8" plough and deep furrow. Tit, ass and cock work guaranteed. Box 5472
INSATIABLE MALE CUNT doublewide and deep wants expert FF
MAN SCENT WANTED
Tired of deodorant and cologne! Good-looking , wiry, bright, masculine, Cauc- asian bottom, 35, looking for similar top with facial hair. Have a little mus- cle, flat stomach, plenty of manly musk. Full body picture a plus. Box 5546
SLAVE / SON under 30 sought by older, experienced, loving, health-conscious Leatherman with fully equipped training room. Sincere , hard-working, non drug or alcohol abuser who wants to be something special and appreciates support in reaching educational, physical, career goals should call Mike (303) 692-8021; PO Box 18876, Denver, CO 80218. (LF5506)
DC-METRO
LEATHER TOP
27, 5'8", 165 lbs., BB. Into body worship and leather service by hot, submissive tongue. You: under 35, into C&BT, TT, BD, shaving and boot service. Receptive mouth and ass a prerequisite. Application & photo get reply. Box
HANDSOME BOTTOM Muscular, hairy GWM, 32 yrs., 5'8", 150 lbs., brown hair and moustache, green eyes, healthy—seeking healthy, hot, hairy, muscular GWM, dominant top- man and enjoys good hot sex, verbal action, tit play, etc. Relationship possi- ble! Send photo and phone to Box 4923
HOT STUFF
Hairy, handsome, hot, healthy GWM, 32 yrs., 58", 150 lbs., brown hair and moustache, green eyes, masculine, muscular bottom with sensitive tits, seeks dominant, muscular, masculine, hairy GWM tonman for hot workouts. hairy GWM topman for hot workouts, possible relationship! Send photo and phone to Box 4889LF
GRADE-A SLAVEMEAT WANTED (18-35) by aggressive, hard-ass Master, 35, 5'9", 150, for-real body builder, ter, 35, 39 ; 150, 107-real body builder, gets obedience, punishes failure through progressive, expertly applied mental and physical bondage/ torture accommodating your interests, limits without health risk. Your applicati plete physical description, previous experience / interests. Letter of acceptance will include my photo. Box 5518
DEDICATED LEATHERMAN WM, 37, 5'10", 155, BI / BI, moustache, goatee. SM, BD, CBT, TT, WS, FR, GR, Seeks others into same, both top and bottom, Write: PO Box 2341, Manassas, VA 23414, U 546061 VA 22110. (LF4696)
LEATHER STUD
Good-looking, professional, 40, 6', 155 lbs., lean, defined body, very masculine , new to leather scene, seeks hot, muscular leather Master to train him, expand his limits and show him the ropes. Travel widely. Box 5064LF
WEEKEND SLAVE
Two professional men, one dark, one blond, early 30s, seek healthy weekend slave. Looking for permanent house- boy—private country setting—close to Washington, Baltimore. Totally health- conscious. Requirements: Willingness to please; 25-35; straight looks; decent body. Moderate bondage, cock, ball & tit work, yard & farm work. Attic play- room. Willing and experienced boys younger than 25 will be considered, but convince us. Also interested in meeting other leather buddies in Hagerstown/ Frederick / Winchester / Eastern Panhandle area-we're ready when you are. Box 4596LF
SON LOOKING FOR DAD
WM, early 30s, in search of a Dad. Me, very Gr / pass, into dildoes, spanking, FF, jockstraps and mild S / M. I am looking for that one person to share my life with. No heavy pain and no J / O calls, please. Allen (202) 332-7017. Dad, your son is ready. (LF5025)
EROTIC HANDS
Dominant young top needed by well- trimmed European gentleman in his forties. Also into tits and foreskin games. Box 5499
STUDENT NOVICE NEEDS' MASTER Athletic, attractive WM college stu- dent, 23, inexperienced, ISO, affectionate , manly, well-built, attractive Master to break me in. Photo (if possi- ble) and phone. Box 5549
FLANNEL SHIRT, HAIRY CHEST GWM, 34, 6'3", 185 lbs., brown hair/ eyes, hairy, in-shape, looking for mus- cular, hairy outdoorsman, 25-40. Must be sensible, respect limits and friendly. Your cock is hard because you have me staked out naked at our campsite. I strain against the ropes that have me bound, waiting for the first drop of hot wax to hit my dick…I smile now, knowing you're next. Send photo. Box 5531
BODYBUILDER SLAVE DC / MD / VA area. WM, 40, 5'11", 175, 45" chest, 30" waist. Masculine, well-built, lean / muscular; no drugs, nonsmoker, healthy safe sex only; independent, loner, together, earthy. Seek similar Master for the dark, erotic torment of SM dominance / submission, pleasure/ pain, whips / nakedness, use / abuse, humiliation / service. Ex-special warfare military experienced in discipline/ obedience. Relate to Lawrence of Arabia, Mishima. The Brig. "Beauty's Punishment," 9% Weeks, Story of 0. J.W., POBOX 44029, Ft. Washington, MD 27744 (J. Edon) 20744. (LF5030)
SAFE SEX IS HOT SEX
BIKERS / LEATHERMEN
Seeking a leather biker jockstrap stud. A man to share the open road with. No such thing as too much leather. Am primarily top but will swing with the right stud. Boots and uniforms a plus. CHIPS ESP. LOOKING FOR A MAN WHO IS HONEST WITH HIMSELF AND WITH ME to enjoy a one-on-one, man-to-man. safe-sex experience that can only come from the open road, seeking out a buddy for friendship, riding partner. Boot lickers esp. encouraged to apply. East coast riders a plus but am reason- ably free to travel. All will be answered. photos get mine. Am not looking for just another bike rider (you know who you are). Send all replies to Box 5099LF
K.S.
Handball enthusiast experienced in wide variety other games (usually as TOP in SM) seeks others whose activities also affected by HIV virus. Am intelligent, balanced, self-confident, flexible, articulate, widely traveled, muscular, dark-haired, bearded, 40s. Much more turned on by physical sen- suality (either playful or intense) than role-playing or head-trips. Have mild case Kaposi's Sarcoma, apparently controlled by AZT, but otherwise in excellent health and condition. Want a match? Ball's in your court. Box 5199LF
FLORIDA
RAUNCHY MOUTH
GWM, body builder, 28, needs to eat your shitty brown hole—no limits! Also W / S, titwork, Greek, You: 18-40, good build. Phone / photo: Boxholder, Box 3182, Orlando, FL 32802.
BOOT LICKING SLAVE seeks the taste, smell and feel of leather. Slave, 36, 5'11", anxious to be tied, collared, plugged and shackled by strict leather Master. Sir, this totally submissive, crotch-worshipping slave is ready to follow your instructions and to take your punishment. Please, Sir, let me serve you. PO Box 630782, Miami, FL 33163 (LF4946)
CENTRL FL-SEEKING TRAINER WM into body building needs supervi- sion. No fluid exchange, FF, scat, fats or fems, Looking for workout partner to get our bodies into shape at gym. Reply Box 5219LF
TAMPA NOVICE SLAVE Novice slave (27, 5'10", 130 lbs., in shape) needs introduction to the SM/ leathersex scene by a stud Master who is willing to teach me how to be his slave. I need training in BD, SM, shaving , enemas, and how to serve a Master (and his friends?) to his complete satisfaction . If you're dominate, 22 to 38, physically fit, don't have a beard, and seek the challenge of training me to serve you, please write to this eager-to-please slave boy with returnable photo for speedy respectful reply. John, PO Box 290804, Tampa, FL 33687. Box 5051LF
OLDER MAN—NORTH FLORIDA Professional, would like to meet or cor- respond with someone who is really into leather. I prefer bottom role; wil- ling to fulfill Daddy role with person who is understanding, adaptable and who is understanding, adaptable and interested in safe sex. Swimming and classical piano are two hobbies. Box 5253LF
NOVICE DESIRES TRAINING
Central East Coast novice seeks introduction and training in leathersex. Totally inexperienced. 39, WM, 6', 180 lbs., needs basic training in S / M. Would discuss limits. Am on fitness program. Eager to learn and expand. This is a sincere offer. Please help mel Safe sex also. Box 5358
NO SHIT
This Master / daddy is 46, 5'8" wants boy who needs me for service & training . No drugs, alcoholics or fems. Total commitment, one on one. Must relocate to West Coast, Fla. Want younger, under 35 preferred, smaller man. But all answered. Let's turn this ad into a success story. Box 4930LF
MACHO MASTERS WANTED by free-to-travel slave who is well experienced and desirous of hot, sweaty, funky sex with straight, bi or butch gay men who are big, rugged, hairy. Any color or nationality, as long as they like their sex hot and funky in Levis, leather or jocks. Write Box 5471
3-WAY POMPANO BEACH
We are two GWM, 35 yrs., 180 lbs., 6', clean and handsome, looking for a similar type MAN for very good times. Send serious letter with desires, phone or picture. BB a plus. Box 5454
ADVENTURE IN PARADISE
Looking for hard-bodied, adventurous men into exploring mutual fantasies. I'm experienced, attractive, early 40s, Im experienced, attractive, early 40S, 510", 150 lbs., responsible, into working out, bondage, CB and tit work and hot JO scenes. Most important: a hot body and sense of adventure. Reply (with photo if possible) to PO Box
SLAVE / HOUSEBOY WANTED
GWM, 30s, wants GWM 18-28. You should be slim, muscular, or smooth. No smoke, drugs. Bottom into pleasing Master in every way. Write with photo to: PO Box 2072, Stuart, FL 33495.
WANT TOTAL SLAVE / SON
Young, needing permanent affection- ate home with bearded, mature Dad. Include photo. PO Box 1871, Miami, FL 33168
GEORGIA
VERSATILE
Attractive WM, 38, 6'2", beard, masculine , sensual, seeks hot sessions with good-looking, slender, smooth, verbal guys 25-40 into good smoke, amyl, toys, enemas, WS, light bondage, shav- ing, greasy, wet or torn jocks or briefs, 501s, outdoor sex, exhibitionism and fantasy scenes. Send letter with photo and phone to: Drummer Box 4857LF
ATLANTA S&M
Top (sadist), bottom (masochist), into leather, BD, whips and paddles, CBT, dildoes, FF and safe sex, looking for singles, couples, or groups into all, or any of the above. This top is 5'8", 41, bearded, intense and experienced. Bottom is 40, 5'8", cleanshaven, muscular, good-looking, into heavy bondage and exhibitionism. Your picture, phone number and letter gets ours. Write: 1096 Monroe Dr. N.E., Atlanta, GA 30306. (LF4866)
ATLANTA B / D DADDY WANTED by college student, 21, 5'6", 135 lbs. dark hair, brown eyes, bearded and moderately hairy (but will shave if the right daddy wishes). Son wants rela- tionship with bearded daddy under 50 with paternal instinct, who can domi- nate, punish and nurture. Box 5560LF
FISTFUCKER/ PUNCHFUCKER A / P
ILLINOIS
ASS-LICKING FART SNIFFER
Masculine, good-looking GWM, 31, needs humiliation, degradation, ridicule , verbal / physical abuse (no heavy pain) from older guys any age / weight, but must be masculine. PO Box 146402 Chicago, IL 60614-6402.
SEARCHING FOR TOP MAN
WM, 42, 5'11", sensitive, loving, profes- sional, straight appearance, Factive, G passive, seeks well-built, heavy-hung B / W / Spanish man to use hungry, deep throat and hot, eager, receptive hole Send photo and description of needs to PO Box 592, Springfield, IL 62705.
CIGAR SMOKING LEATHERMASTER awaiting leatherslave's care and lust of boots and leather. Varying degree of S / M available: including whipping and ashtray. No drugs. MASTER: 45, 195, 6'1". MCP, PO Box 233, Plainfield, IL 60544.
NEED HUNG TOPS
Novice, 42, 5'4", 130 lbs., seeks hung tops to use my hungry, submissive body. Want level-headed Top who respects limits. Strip me, spank me, fuck me, deep, hard, repeatedly, w / condoms. Groups OK. Expand my limits in SM. Ass needs heavy workouts w/ friends; pass me around! Toys, titwork, shaving, B / D. No scat, FF, damage. Want exclusive Tops who know what they want and how to take it. Ages 25-45. Leather a turn-on. Reply to Box 109DH, 3952 N. Southport, Chicago, IL 60613, or call (312) 472-1871. Ask for DJ. (LF5215)
FORMER MASTER
Has-been PRO-wrestler type (big. bearded, balding, 210 lbs., 6', 46) gang-banged into submission, now seeks rough use and abuse from dominant studs into B / D, VA, TT, buttplugs, dil- does, etc. Complete my degradation into total DILDOFUCKHOLE. Bull Twat prefers smaller, aggressive, authoritarian Masters, but any take-charge stud served. Use me hard, then throw me out. Will travel for humiliation and degradation. Box 5249
BONDAGE WITH A TWIST Slim, smooth, blond GWM, 26, seeks husky, very hairy bottom for safe, but heavy bondage scenes with TLC. Prefer beard, moustache, nice hairy beer gut. No pain. Serious only. Chicago area. Box 5543
WOULD LIKE TO SERVE
And take care of masculine man 25-50. Will travel. I am into Levis, boots, and western. GWM, 38, 170 lbs., 6', brown hair, green eyes, 42" chest, 32" waist, Gr a / p, Fr a / p, PO Box 1571, Rockford, IL 61110.
INDIANA
UNCUT INTO KINK
Let's try it. Tits, B / D, either way. Control, stimulate. Box 5563
BOTTOM NEEDS TOP SW Indiana submissive WM, 5'8", 135 lbs., 39 years, cut, brown / blue, mous-tache , seeks older, bigger Top to service and to please. Let me minister to your needs. Hot mouth, hungry ass eagerly await! Box 5214
REAL MAN WANTED by attractive white male, 32, 6', 170 lbs., and experienced bottom, for occasional torture and possible relationship . I'm versatile and enjoy receiving heavy cock, ball and tit torture. If you are: 21-45, sadistic and imaginative— Great. Photo & phone answered first. No fats, fems, scat or FF. Box 5367
S / M NEOPHYTE SEEKS MASTER Bottom WM, 40, 5'8", 135 lbs., brown/ blue, moustache, cut needs top who will let me please him. Teach me to accept pain / pleasure. Help me to accept subservience. Expand my limits to suit your needs through trust, respect, and worth. Box 5359
EVANSVILLE AREA
30 years old, looking for man-to-man action. Must be 25 to 40 and willing to get down and bend over. Have sling and want to tie your ass down. Call Matt, (812) 477-9469. Let's talk about meeting
IOWA
BONDAGE FANTASIES fulfilled by slave, 23, 511*, 165, into role-playing and extensive creative bondage. Need a son to discipline, a student to train, or a hitchhiker to pick up and hold captive??? Write detailed letter to: Dave, PO Box 1126,
KANSAS
MASTER / DADDY SEEKS SLAVE Dominant Master / daddy, 35, 5'10", 155, seeks slave for weekend / occasional use and abuse. Scenes from light to heavy, but will stop at your limits. Prefer hot, young studs with good build. The Master, PO Box 1373, Manhattan , KS 66502.
KENTUCKY
KENTUCKY LEATHERMEN?
Leather bottom, 35, 5'6", 145, beard, turns on to leather and cigars. Am Fr / a, Gr / p. No need for artificial role- playing. I know what I am and what I like to do. Reply with photo to Box 5515LF
LOUISANA
PUSSYBOY BUTTSLAVE
WM, 30, bl / bl, good-looking, inexperienced, needs training at regular encounters. PO Box 71313, New encounters. PO Orleans, LA 70172.
LEVI / LEATHER / RUBBER MASTER Harley rider, write me. So. La. close to New Orleans & Baton Rouge. Are you a Harley rider & bottom. It's a plus. WM, 44, 61", 200, bald, beard & very hairy, Into safe sex, SM, heavy bondage, leather & rubber, boots shaving, toys, rim & hot wax & more. Seeking bottoms into same, also other tops welcome to write. Bottom must be very straight- acting, no fem, no scat, no FF or smokers . Will train, Permament Master / slave relationship possible. Write Sir, or phone (504) 473-6087 after 10 P.M.
MUTUAL ACTION
Not into roles—interested in mutual action, especially serious titwork and wrestling matches. Want to explore many aspects of the leather life. Would also like to carry on active correspon- dence with hot, verbal guys. I am 30, 5'9", 225. Write to PO Box 2364, Slidell, LA 70459.
MARYLAND
SLAVE SLAVE SLAVE
If I haven't made it perfectly clear, that's what I am-ready to be used by my hot, leather Master. I respectfully submit my 30-year, W / M, 6', 175 lb., hairy body to the hands, cock, boots and bindings of my aggressive and dominant top. I need to obey your orders, grovel under your leather boots, yield my mind and body to your total control. Limits: drugs, scat, fisting , shaving, permanent damage-v- ery health conscious-but still obedient. Your turn! Please show and tell me why I need you to enslave me. Box 4848
BEARDED MASTER
40, 5'10", 169 lbs., hung thick, experienced, understanding. Seeks clean slaves for long, safe sexual sessions in my Annapolis, MD fully equipped den. New men get TLC. Letters with photo, mailing address, full name, and complete body information get answered. Also need other good tops for sharing trained slaves. Box 3893LF
MASSACHUSETTS
BONDAGE SLAVE
34, 5'11", 170, GWM, hung, nice chest, enjoys being tied down and displayed. Will take orders from health-conscious , muscular dude 25-45. Tease me with, then deny me / force feed me your dick, while you play with my body. Martha's Vineyard and Nan- tucket. Box 5458
CONTRASTS
A stinging slap on the butt, a gentle caress. A harsh, demanding Master who loves his boy when he's good and punishes him when he gets out of line. An adoring slave who lives to serve his master but has a mind of his own. Leather, bondage, discipline, boot- licking, ass. cock, tit and ball play, raunch, wrestling, fantasy. I'm a well- built, handsome, little guy, 30, into either or both roles. Health conscious. no one-nighters. Box 102, Boston, MA 02112
GWM LIVE-IN SLAVE WANTED Master wants 20 to 35-year-old slave, 6'+ tall, 160 lbs.+, with good build. No facial hair, into heavy rubber, leather, ready for S / M, bondage, WS, masks, hoods, restraints. You will be my houseboy-slave (not bottom). Your rewards, to have someone to love you and provide for your needs. You will relocate immediately to small New England town, live in large ranch house with extensive toy-room. No drugs, FF or scat. Master, in my sixties, sexually 40s, retired with plenty of time for my slave. You may have to work part-time. Call (413) 267-5278 before 10:00 PM eastern time for more information. No JO calls. (LF4247)
MASTER SEEKS MUSC.SLAVES Master, 34, tall, well-built, construction workers body, successful, educated, Boston based, seeks slaves, 18-30, smooth, hard, well-defined bodies, swimmers, gymnasts, body builders in need of a demanding man to guide your life. I will use your body for my pleas- ure. You will submit to BD and SM as I command. I will train inexperienced with proper attitudes, complete obedience, and superior physiques. You will work or go to school as I require. Relocation possible for top quality applicant. Send current physique photos and letter detailing biographical information, fantasies, qualifications and telephone no. to: Master, Box 451, 89 Mass Ave., Boston, MA 02115. (LF5304)
BOTTOM SEEKS HOT HUNG MEN GW bottom, 26, 6'1", 190, seeks hot, hung men any age. Especially like hung black studs. Into SM, TT, WS, dildoes. PO Box 6087, Boston, MA 02114.
OH SHIT! Slave, 34, 57", 135, hot, into tongue baths, toilet service, shit worship, forced feedings of all male body filth—no exceptions—bondage, enemas , dildoes, whips, paddles, tit- clamps, ballwork. Needs smelly, better—for training and punishment. (617) 661-4657. PO Box 1736. Cambridge, MA 02238. Relocation possible. (LF5468) unwashed, hot Master(s)-younger the
FIRST TIME AD FROM LOWELL
Is this novice (no experience) man enough to be trained in BD, SM, TT, CBT, WS, Fr / a, Gr / D, FF trained, dildoes, butt plugs, etc. This 33-yr-old, white male, who stands at 52" tall, weighs 130 bls. (medium built, hairy che MUST BE RESPECTED. Please send a description and a photo of yourself and a way to contact. I'm being sincere and honest. No age preference. Write to Box 5542
RUBBERMEN HAVE THE RIGHT IDEA-WEAR A CONDOM!
TOUGH GUYS
WM, 39, into being choked and abused, will worship tough, conceited guy in tight jeans, leather or bus, suit, jocks and boots—uniform guys too. PO Box 1542 Boston MA 02104
NOVICE seeks Master. WM, 43, 5'8", 145, uncut bottom seeks topman / Master to initiate me into BD, SM, CBT / T. Box 5529
MICHIGAN
WM BOTTOM WM, 36, 6'2", 198 lbs., moustache, into BD, WS, tit torture. Some experience, need to explore and expland limits. Box 5138LF
MINNESOTA
DADDY WANTS SON Seeking young man for permanent relationship. Daddy / Master, 6', 165, 41, stable, sensitive, sincere, loving, dominant / leather. Son / slave: slim, smooth, 18-30 (youngest given preference, all others considered), submissive, obedient, needs and wants someone to take control of his life and provide direction and security. Son should desire affection as well as light Should desire aheculon as wen as fight SM, BD, humiliation, ownership, shaving, WS, verbal abuse, being fucked; must be excellent cocksucker. Novice okay as son will be fully trained to serve and service his Daddy / Master a that he is serving his Daddy well. Serious sons should send application letter and photo to Box 4202LF.
MISSISSIPPI
LOVING LEATHERMAN SEEKS RELATIONSHIP
"SEEKS RELATIONSHIP "Dockstraps are for cheek creases 'n' basket bulges, hard-balling games, climactic excruciation. Leathers are for daily wear, long blike tours, sweaty aromas, harnessed, heavy huggin' and more. At 43, all of the above in a drug and smoke- free, but well-leathered life. Looking for a together guy who's comfortable in leather without artificial putdowns or attitudes, and who appreciates home traditions and the finer arts. If you share these definitions and interests and feel a long-term commitment is worth working for, please write Harold, PO Box 5172, Biloxi, MS 39534 (LF4831).
MISSOURI
LEATHER TOPMAN WANTED
Need leatherman into full and complete leather clothing (boots, chaps, harnesses, gloves) and into having a bottom (companion) for scenes and mutual fantasies with submission, leather, rubber, uniforms, gags, plugs, boots, etc., Want man to play, talk and be with. Please write your needs. Box 4555LF
WM, 510", 175, 37, two years into red hanky right and looking for long-term serious trainer for my hungry hole. Help me break in my new sling, PO Box 507, Florissant, MO 63033.
TWO VERY WELL-HUNG TOPS Both 5'10", 165 / 170 lbs., dark hair/ blond hair, smooth chest / hairy chest, seek young masculine bottoms for very seen [×7+] bottom likewise to be verbal. Have "pig slave" available which we will share with other Masters who have a slave to share with us or we may make him available to select Masters. Special interest in jocks / USN / USMC / Bi's. Sincere beginners welcome. All letters with detailed experience and photo will be answered. Travelers and weekend guests welcome. Apply to: Box 3931, Springfield, MO 65808.
FIST-HUNGRY SON WANTED Hot GW dad, 40, experienced fist top, wants awesome-bodied studboy, 18- 28, any race, with adventurous ass. Novices opened with care. Will consider other dad / son fantasies. Photo must accompany detailed application. Don't bullshit your dad. Box 5561
MONTANA
COWBOY BIKER WM, 5'10". 140, hung, interested in meeting other cowboys or bikers with tight, bulging Levi crotches or for leather-against-leather action including bootwork, on or off cycle. Enjoy rodeos and traveling. Go down on my spurred cowboy boots or my heavy high biker boots and black leather pants / chaps. Photo with letter gets same. Mark Redford, Box 1462, Conrad, MT 59425.
NEBRASKA
OMAHA AREA A sexual WM, bondage Master, 36, 5'10", 185, wants part-time WM slaves 18-35. Light to moderate SM optional. Any experience level. No scat, WS. drugs. Address / phone number to Gary, PO Box 733, Bellevue, NE 68005-0733. (LF5474)
NEVADA
BONDAGE BUDDY WANTED
33, 5'10", 160 lbs., enjoys being BOUND, CHAINED or STRAPPED DOWN and could enjoy doing the same to you. Not anally or orally oriented. Enjoy JO fan- tasies with another man who is into leather, uniforms or other fantasies with bondage and light SM is OK. If you are masculine, thin or muscular man, 18-40 years old and enjoy men struggling against their bonds, send photo. I would like to get together for mutual fun. Box 4816LF
SAFE SEX IS HOT SEX
NEVADA PHOTOGRAPHER
Professional photographer needs mod- els in Carson City / Reno, Nevada area. Send photo and your interests. Box 5183
SULTRY DAYS-STEAMY NIGHTS DEAR SIR
BONDAGE SLAVE WANTED
I travel northern Nevada, California, southern Oregon and live in Reno, Nevada . Not into bar / bath routine, clean and practice safe sex. This semi-retired white male is 48, 5'8", 170 lbs., and uncut. Enjoys videos, movies, good food, swimming, camping, other outdoor activities and quiet times, etc. Serious bondage bottom slave wanting prolonged sessions bound and gagged in different positions to fulfill your sexual desires or fantasies. Any race, cut, uncut, good build, under forty. Apply now, slave, with photo, phone number, desires and or fantasies. Permanent Master / slave relationship possible. Box 5163LF
NEW HAMPSHIRE
LEATHER SON / SLAVE
I need leather Daddy / Master to break me in. I am GWM, 23, 5'11", 150 lbs. I need lots of leather love. Motorcycles a turn-on. No fat, fem drugs or SM. Just love. Box 5522
NEW JERSEY
RENAISSANCE MAN OF KINKS
Boots, armpits, feet, jocks, 501s, leather, sweatsocks are a few of my 32, favorite things. GWM, 6'1 180-versatile, experienced, heal- thy-sks fellow travellers in esoteric sex and more mundane pleasures- -movies, opera, books, etc. Smokers, social drinkers, and recreational drug- gies preferred. NO PHONECALLS. Write first with photo if possible (returnable). T.R. Witomski, 41 Bonaire Dr., Toms River, NJ 08757
TORTURE TURN YOU ON?
Wonder how much you can take? Find out. Experienced sadist seeks young OUT. Experience against seeks young (18-30), well-built captives man enough to endure imaginative and heavy bondage, pain and torture in my extraordinarily equipped dungeon. Limits explored and expanded as, naked and chain under slow torture and the whip. More interested in classic torture scenes than leather sex. Weekend trips and outdoors a specialty. (201) 874-6725 weekdays after 8 P.M. EST, anytime weekends. (LF4769)
HOT HUNGRY BOTTOM
Can you top this extremely handsome, healthy, 26-year-old WM? I'm 6', 155 lbs., with all-American-boy good looks. If you have virile good looks and are intelligent and secure, as I am, experienced in FF and using toys, then my greased hole won't disappoint you. Safe sex only! Possible permanent relationship . Phone / photo. PO Box 5411, Somserset, NJ 08873.
NOVICE SLAVE SEEKS TRAINING Union County slave is 26, 57", 156 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes, Very hairy, muscular, wild, hairy ass loves to be fucked long and hard. Need training by sincere, muscular Master. The more muscles the better. All replys with photo answered first. Box 4956LF
ROPED, RAPED, BOUND, GAGGED Hot, handsome, tan-black, virile, mus- cular, athletic jock (5'10", 170, 33 yrs.) enjoys heavy restraint, bondage, wres-enjoys neavy restraint, bondage, wres- tling, forced safe sex, or no sex, but lost of tying and gagging. Top mostly, but can be bottom. Additional turn-ons. sweat sox, jockstraps, sweaty, lean hairy, hard bodies, tight jea safe, sane, sanitary, healthy. Want to meet long-lasting, lean jock buddies with similar interests. PO Box 1368, Atlantic City, NJ 08404.
SLAVE SERVICE offered by 28-yr.-old. Fuck, humiliate, and piss on me. No pain. Trenton- Princeton area. Box 205, Morrisville, PA 19067
DEAR SIR—ALWAYS THE BIGGEST & BEST
GENUINE DADDY
Masculine, level-headed Master Masculine, level-headed Master requires attractive slaveboy, faithful cocksucker. Clean, trimly muscled sons (18-35) get my attention. Warm, demanding Daddy likes spankings, body worship, ithwork. VA. Hottongues for my suc
HOT STUD
Hunky handsome big-dicked 34-yr.-old wants horny buddies for long hot session . Am tall, muscular, moustached and versatile with a wild imagination. Send letter and photo to Box 5528
NEW MEXICO
NORTHERN NEW MEXICO
WM, 27, 150, 6', attractive, healthy and athletic is looking for top / bottom men for friendship and exploration of SM, BD. Versatile and open-minded. Inter- est in leather, boots, uniforms, fantasy scenes. Safety and discretion assured. All answered. Photo / letter to Box 5513LF
NEW YORK
S / M BUDDY SOUGHT by well-defined, good-looking GWM, 34, 5'11", 165, for sane, mutually enjoyed sessions of gradually enjoyed sessions of gradually increased intensity. Interests include titwork, CB / T, ass beltwork, harnesses, cuffs, blindfolds, gags, leather restraints, rope bondage, forced calistications of the control of the control of thenics, humiliation scenes. Prefer top, can switch for right person. Ongoing friendship a consideration. Safe sex only. No fluids exchanged. No drugs. Box 5455
BUST MY BUTT AND BALLS Total bottom, 41, 5'8", 145 lbs., works out, solid, trim body, needs discipline, punishment, intense cock and ball abuse and torture. Marine-style verbal and corporal training, heavy and complete latrine duty! You: Total leather or military sadistic disciplinarian, 35 yrs. or older. Box 276, Port Jefferson Sta- tion, New York, NY 11776.
FF-FABULOUS SAFE SEX!
Let's oil wrestle—then power fistfuck each other's wild holes all night! Man- hattan expert, 155 lbs. of horny, clean- cut, smooth suntanned muscles, 5'10" 37, seeks similar hot fist buddy, 21-40 or will train serious student. No fluids exchanged. PO Box 3035, NYC 10185.
AN INHUMAN THING. I get a photo. Box 5204
SLAVE AND / OR BOTTOM
Opportunity to serve under incredible Master / top as houseboy and caretaker on beautiful L.I., NY, grounds. You will live in your own cottage and have a pleasant and stimulating life, surrounded by natural beauty and erotic days and nights. Only for the man who truly wants the reality of the society we live in, with the escape to the fulfillment of his fantasy world as a complete slave / bottom. Reply to Box 4255LF.
ATHLETIC TOP
New to leather, anyone want to train his top? Me: GWM, 44, 5'10''. 165, muscular, sensitive, Gr / A, Fr / p. You: good body, smart. Goal: hot monogamous relationship. Ph / ph to Box 203, 70 Greenwich Ave., New York, NY 10011.
DISCIPLINARIAN SOUGHT GWM, 25, 215 lbs., 5'10", brown hair, blue eyes, beard, moustache, lives on Long Island. Seeks older man / mentor/ leather top to administer discipline on a weekly / fortnightly basis. Seeking to transform myself physically, emotionally . Discipline used to achieve 1) weight loss, 2) eventual muscle gain, 3) raising of self-esteem when I can appreciate my proper place as bottom. Discipline can range from spanking to enemas, bondage, watersports, tit- work, Greek,? Safe, Important; for dis- cipline to be effective must be administered with love and affection. Box 4828LF
SLAVES WANTED
GWM slaves, 18-27, into no-limit C&BT: vices, electric liquid heat, and heavy pain. Also TT, FF, whipping while in rigid spread-eagled bondage for 1+ days. Call DR on (617) 497-0651, Boston MA. Leave your age, description and heaviest experience with phone no. and best time to return call. I'm 45, GWM, 6', 210 lbs.
LEATHER UNIFORM MASTER 49, 6'1", trim, clean shaven disciplinar- ian will inspect men for duty who understand the meaning and value of discipline over indulgence, obedience over arrogance, ready to bare ass and bend their back out of strength not weakness, and who recognize corporal punishment as a time tested but often denied ritual of manhood to insure and
ARE YOU OVER 60?
White male needs older male (60+) who is masculine and has experience. I am 34, healthy, in good physical shape, an eager, willing learner and I am considered very good-looking. Am not a complete novice, rather prefer a person who understands his own enjoyments and can move things, maturely in this direction. I've been told (on several occasions) that my French abilities are the incredible ("the best ever"). And as this was always by someone with many years of experience, this may be particularly meaningful. In addition, have had a bit of experience around bondage and discipline. But your preferences are foremost and I would expect to adapt myself to your pleasures. If it wouldn't be a turn-off to you, a recent picture or pictures of you would be much valued … either the regular type, revealing, in action, whatever, Grey or white hair is a definite plus. For person who fits these images, I the would very much want to bring pleas- ure, that is, to satisfy him in every way. I live in NY now, am in NYC almost daily and I travel outside NY on a regular basis (Midwest and Fla. at present). Relocation could be arranged if a full-time situation turned out to be desira- ble to you. Please write soon? Box 5105LF
MUSCLEMAN / SLAVE WANTED by very good-looking, 39-year-old WM Master. You must be mentally ready to give up control and ownership of your body and physically capable of han- dling forced workouts, long-term bondage , muscle beatings, discipline and punishment. You will have to convince me that you are ready to have your limits expanded to meet my needs. We will work together, slowly, to bring you to the point where you can take no more. I will then decide whether to throw you out with the garbage or let you become my slave. Serious BB slaves may begin the process by calling (914) 356-0754.
MR. LEATHER NY 1986 CONTEST This is an AIDS benefit. Anyone interested in being a contestant, placing an ad or memorial, donating a prize, contributing entertainment, or being on our mailing list, write: Mr. Leather NY Con- test, Box 410, 132 W. 24th St., New York. NY 10011.
PRIME MEET
WM, 6'3", 200, hairy, handsome, healthy, hung, 36, 18 years experience as kinky, expert, sadistic top. Now want to form versatile 1-1 relationship with another imaginative, aware top/ bottom. No: One-nights, addicts, bru- tality, scat, manipulators (you know who were a supported to the contro who you are). Yes: Leather, love, work- outs, commitment. Photo exchange a must Box 5368LF
VERSATILE SLAVE SOUGHT for training, confinement and disci- pline. You must be GWM, slender and muscular, 28 to 45, in need of domina- tion and into all forms of S / M. Must be capable of honest affection and ready to make commitment. This Master is not interested in one-night stands or "bar games." Seeking a slave to develop a compatible relationship with in and out of the leather scene. You must be profesionally employed and intelligent, heavy into leather and obe- dient, but you must also be fully capable of stepping out of the sex scene and relating in the world to your Master as a companion. You must fully respect yourself and wish to be cared for, emotionally, as an individual and be able to achieve it. return it. Your reward will be to have all of your sexual fantasies realized in your Master's dungeon where your position as a slave will be felt. Safe sex is observed by this Master. Your Master is in 30s, tall, dark hair, muscular. This ad applies to all of New York state as I travel. Respond with photo, phone and letter. Box 5313LF
LEATHER, BONDAGE NYC WM, 34, 5'7", dark hair, attractive, seeks other leathermen up to 38. Am into bondage (hoods, collars, restraints, etc.) and some SM. Turned on especially by hot young studs in full leather. Am usually bottom, but some- times switch. Replies to Box 245, New York, NY 10008. (LF5356)
ARIES, NOVICE 40, WM, 5'5", 145 lbs., uncut, needs help learning joys of C&B, bondage, wine the / state / of [×4+] ing for right teacher with hairy chest, well-built, to age 45. Your photo and phone gets mine. Box 5410
MASTER SHAVER SEEKS LOVER Live-in, share expenses, lifetime. You'll be bound, beaten and balded—and loved. Box 5377
SWEATY HORNY JOCKS
Do you want your big feet (size 11+) serviced by a hot WM, 30, 6'1", 185, who is very attractive, masculine and sin- cere? Then call (212) 675-7352, between 9 P.M.-12 mid., to meet for real exciting locker room action.
WANTED: POLICE ACTION SCENES
Cop wants action with motorcycle or mounted cop in uniform. Action could include bootlicking, uniform worship, buddy trips or being used as mounted cop's horse. I'm 32, 190, muscular and tough. Must have uniform to reply. White only. Write Box 2120, Elizabeth, NJ 07207-2120.
KINKY SLEAZE MAN WANTED This bearded white man, 32, 5'10", 200 lbs., would love to drink your piss and eat your hairy asshole. I am also into fucking, sucking, sweat or whatever raunchy scene you may suggest. Please write with photo to PO Box 20480, LTS, NYC 10011, or call (212)
FIND YOUR BAD BOY IN DEAR SIR
PISS BUDDY
Western NY (Buffalo-Erie, PA area) rural, nature-oriented GWM, 34, 5'8" 170, uncut, brown moustache, seeks piss buddy (25-40) for safesex redneck raunch scenes. Into pissing in and on raunch scenes, mio pissing in allo bir raunch Levis, leather, boots, cigars, pits, uniforms, some SM. Top, bottom or mutual. I gethorny in the backwoods and need a dirty, sweaty, masculine man for piss and abuse. Passing t
ENEMA MASTER NEEDED
Hot, 35, good-looking Italian slave needs training from enema Master, bondage and discipline, CBT, dildoes, spanking. PO Box 1256, FDR Station, New York, NY 10150.
NAKED SLAVE HOUSEBOY GWM, 32, 6', 185 lbs., handsome, intelligent , obedient, seeks life in service of sane, demanding top Master. To be trained for His pleasure, comfort and convenience, not reduced to a victim of meaningless brutality. Seek non-live- in, scheduled situation to begin. Can travel surrounding area. Box 5509
CUTE YOUNG NYC SADISTS! Handsome white Master, 22, forming exclusive AIDS-safe group of similar studs to help discipline and humiliate my slave-daddy in gang bangs. Offer open to healthy, atractive tops only. First time in SM okay. Face photo gets quickest reply. Box 5525
BE UPGRADED, NOT DEGRADED Be owned by butch, bearded leather- master, demanding live-in slaveboy classy enough for luxury lifestyle, European travel with rich writer. Standards high, rewards permanent. You'll be bodybuilt, groomed, disci- plined into perfect possession. Pas- sion? Potential? Detailed letter, photo (returned), phone. Chance of (and for) a lifetime. Box 5533
NYC PIG WANTED White male, 51 yrs. 57", 7" uncut wants shit-, piss-hungry pig for regular sessions . Smoke, aroma OK. Box 5537
FIND DADDY IN DEAR SIR
LEATHER DISCIPLINING wanted by experienced masochist, 5'10", 170, muscular and hot. Restrain my power, clamp on my firm protruding nips, stimulate my endurance with whips, wax, weights, etc. If you are sane and sadistic-and can convert a bottom to slave-send description of yourself and scene. Phone. Travel fre- quently to Calif. and Illinois. Box 5110
BB SON / SLAVE WANTED 200 lb., WM hairy muscular dad in NYC. Professional, secure man, looking for live-in, possibly competition bound, body builder who needs love, discipline and guidance. Must be over 200 lbs., large pecs, thighs, arms and tough abs. Dad can provide. Letter, photo / phone to Box 4717LF
PUNISHED BY YOUR PARENTS Which one? Both? How? Why? If you have true experiences, tell me. No wayout fantasies! If I believe you, you can punish me as they punished you, or I will punish you. (212) 874-1325, or Box 7, 250 W. 57th St., Suite 1527, New York.
HOT MOUTH FOR UNCUTS
Phimosed, and leather-encased cuts, and great work on curved and mutilated cocks. Hot guys welcome. Tony Collins, PO Box 6969, FDR Sta., New York, NY 10022. (LF5347)
BIG SOFT NIPS ON BIG HARD PECS
Big Soft Lips on Big Hard Butt. Offered to tough little muscled NYC area 'hand'- y man for shaping, stroking, regular upkeep by hot, hunky, healthy, horny, hard-cut ex-top, 45, 61", 175, 16" arms, 45" chest, 38" butt, 22'% thighs, 16% calves, 7%" dick. Correspond with hot little top, regular by the str little tops needing big bottoms. Box 5365LF
BUFFALO AREA PIG
Bearded asseater cocksucker pisspot animal queer seeks beefy ex-jocks, tops for raunchy wet hog wallowing Bottoms, mutuals, truckers, sleaze groups welcome. No scat, drugs, fems, pain, phonies. Box 5489
HUNGRY RIMMER SLAVE WANTS DOMINANT
GWM, 31, good-looking, wishes to serve masculine top(s) as body servant and dog trainee. Do: Will receive harsh use. Fr. heavy bondage, humiliation, paddling, WS, toys. Will give you great rim and a lot of respect and obedience. Come sit down on the greatest oral massage you've ever had, for an hour or a weekend. Also into kinky fantasy trips: boot / sneaker worship, deep rimming upon command, raunch holes, motorcycle slave, houseboy/ servitude / menial role, uniforms, enforced chastity, confinement, public humiliation, long-term bondage and frat hazing. Want to try frequent Scat: Regular meals or munching / tongue- toilet-paper service / head stuck down the bowl. Am seeking more than a purely sexual relationship: Am intelli- gent, mature, masculine and good company . Want to find similar in others. JBZ, c / o Suite 325, 80 E. 11 St., New York, NY 10003. (LF5201)
HOT & BUTCH NYC BOTTOM White stud, 39, 6', 185 lbs., thick 8" cut dick; handsome with thick, dark-brown hair, moustache and eyes needs to be pussy to a hot, hung, butch, dominant TOPMAN. Pussy is horny, very mascu-IOPMAN . PUSSYIS Itomy, very mascu- line construction worker type who wants to service hot and wild and butch TOPS with Big dicks. Besides sucking cockmeat and getting plowed, I can get urned on by leather, fantasies, sub- pain, but enjoy a good fight and spank- ing. Also dig hotscene jerkoffs and porn and "parties." Dominant and mas- culine TOPMEN, send photo (if possi- ble), phone and letter to: Box 4776LF
STREET FEET
This hot stud is into a natural, masculine, barefoot lifestyle and attitude, and goes barefoot everywhere, always, Would like to meet other hot, masculine , barefoot studs, young punks, and street dudes, who are the same, with tough, calloused feet that are always filthy dirty-for barefoot outings, correspondence , and hot, man-to-man action. Love going barefoot on dirty club. Love going parefoot on airty clty streets, in stores, bars, syms, etc. Also barefoot and barechested in old jeans or cutoffs. It his lifestyle is you, then contact this very hot, goodlook, in a contact this very hot, gets mine. The dirtier they are the bet- ter. The bold, the tough, the daring, the few. B.F., 16 Sandy Hollow Rd., North- port, NY 11768. (LF4872)
WS SLAVE SEEKS DOM. STUD Attractive, 6', 175 lbs., hung, good body, sexy, submissive, great mouth and ass, wants big beer drinkers with big thick cocks to fill my mouth and pound my ass. I piss a lot, if you want to drink it, Sir. PO Box 6619, Yorkville Sta., New York, NY 10128.
GET SHITFACED
Rubber / leather Master studboy (23) seeks trashman who nees game of craps. Position "open" for pickup/ receiving dumps, loading up on over- stocked rear warehouse—"backlog" of goods must be liquidated, you are in charge of handling. Rubber / leather uniform REQUIRED for recycling waste. Employee benefits include direct position under boss, all sports. Excellent tightend for good receiver. Seminars on puke, snot, spit, toejam, farts offered. Shitbeer, bathing / wearing brown juice / crappy clothes, making / eating your own mudpies, plus stench, filth, raunch, degradation, Experience not necessary, wicked desire for job is. Limited experience preferred. Health conscious, heavy visuals. Buttstuds only offer. Box 5552
GROVELING SCUMBAG WANTED for heavy sessions, bareback whip- pings, TT, C&BT, body punching, wax, shaving, ropes enemas, piss, shit and lots of sloppy kisses, cuddling by a romantic, brutal, beer-bellied pigtop, 30, hairy, bearded, who smokes, drinks too much. Looking more for pig buddy than slave who peeds to be used than slave who needs to be used, abused and cared for. Age, appearance unimportant. Attitude is. NYC, NJ. Box 5496
TIT WORKOUT
37, 6'1", 190, beard, seeks body builder with huge tits, supple nipples, to work over. Your chest will cry out with pleasure . Art, PO Box 4, New York, NY 10014.
LEGIT PHYSICIAN NEEDED who believes that regular, extensive examinations of the rectum, penis and testicles is essential to the maintenance of good health. I am serious, professional . You are also. (212) 874-1325.
MEDICAL SCENE ENEMAS GIVEN Complete physical including thorough Complete physical including inforough rectal / genital exam leading to repeated enemas if you are young, clean, hot. Very clinical approach used. Enemas until clear! Other "therapies" included!!! Box 7, 250 W. 57th St., Suit
EXECUTIVE DADDY
200 lbs., 6', BB, seeks smooth, 41 athletic boy for safe sex. Live-in possible . Your photo gets mine. James Duke, PO Box 640683, San Francisco, CA 94164. (LF5310)
HAIRY AND BEEFY dominant in daily life, submissive in sex. 6', 190, 35, handsome, healthy, sex. 6, 190, 35, nanosome, nearthy, successful professional, masculine, green eyes, brown hair (thinning), active, supportive, serious, bright, caring & sexy, Not into gay lifestyle. Interests: exercise, travel, NYC, cultu Wasps, muscles (especially biceps), beautiful dicks (especially vertical dicks) & cocky men. Safe sex only. Relationship possible. Suite 2123, PO Box 788, Madison Square Sta., New York, NY 10159.
TEACH ME GWM, 25, 5'4", 125 lbs., just out, needs training in being a houseboy. Light SM. Looking for dad or Master. Buffalo area. Photo / letter. Box 5500
HOT YOUNG HUNK WANTED by together daddy for wide variety top/ bottom, BD scenes in well-equipped game room. Every imaginable wild, wayout SM scene possible, along with hot safe sex. Send age, measurements, photo, phone, interests to: PO Box 1579 Grand Central Sta., New York, NY 10163.
FIND YOUR DEAR SIR IN DEAR SIR
BIG GUY SEEKS DADDY I'm 36, 6'2", 220 lbs. with shaved head and beard. Looking for intelligent, affectionate Daddy who needs a dominant , strong man for intense, kinky, but healthy sevent selectionship. Into shave healthy sexual relationship. Into shaving , tit work, ball stretching, bondage, hot wax and more. Not into pain or life-threatening situations. Write Box 4701 F. 4709LF
NORTH CAROLINA
SLAVE FOR MASTER
SLAVE FOR MASTEM YOU. Master / Daddy / Top, masculine, healthy, heavy built, hairy, muscular, well-endowed, 510", mature, experienced , demanding, lough, sane, car-\ning, intelligent, honest, stable and secure. Seeking total s extensive training, and total commit- ment. ME: slave / son / bottom, WM, 30, 5'10", 175 lbs., masculine, healthy, hairy, moustached, brown hair, blue eyes, submissive, obedient, intelligent. eyes, summissive, obedient, intelligent, stable, professional, secure, straight-looking and acting. Eager to serve, respect, worship. Warm, sensitive, devoted, caring, possible relationship. Heavy B&D, moderate SM, C&BT, T orders, photo and phone to Box 4903LF. Sir
NORTH DAKOTA
EASTERN NORTH DAKOTA Masculine, straight-appearing, health-conscious GWM, 30, 6'2", 200, hairy-chested, wants to meet / correspond with similar men. I enjoy Gr a / p, toys and would like to learn mutual F / F in a sone and case atmosphere. Pur in a sensual and sane atmosphere. Photo, phone if possible. Box 5466
OHIO
CIN. CITY PIG SLOP Into: Mud holes, grease pits, slime and stinkin' filthy raunch. Send letter and photo: PO Box 128719, Cincinnati, OH 45212
CINCINNATI / DAYTON AREA 160 Ibs., 6'1", 52-year-old, size 13 boot. Heavy boot service, leather, uniforms, subservience. No scat or heavy pain. Evenings until 11 P.M. (513) 423-5159.
WANTS TO LEARN MORE, SIRII Boy, bottom, 28, WM, 170 lbs., stocky, moustache seeks hairy, raunchy Daddy / top, to 55, to use / teach me. Prefer hairy, uncut, beer belly, but all mature masters will command me, for himself or to entertain same friends. No scars or scat. Learning to enjoy leather, CB / TT, WS, FF and all kinky fun! Let me learn to satisfy you. S.E. Florida; and Detroit / Chicago triannually . Box 4806LF
THIRSTY PISS-DRINKING DUDE White, 35, 6'4", 200 lb. dude seeks hot-looking men who oink over piss scenes involving jockey shorts, urinals. toilets, sewers, mouths and tongues and eating piss-drenched ass. Piss pigs only, no scat. PO Box 530, Toledo, OH 43693.
PLASTIC TOP White male, 32, 150, 5'10", blond / blue, seeks young guys into Saran Wrap, breath control, D.C., PO Box 261001. Columbus, OH 43226
HANDSOME MAN Men: This is my first ad in Drummer, so here goest I'm a prof. GWM, 34, 155 lbs., 5'9", Dr / bl, healthy. I'd like to meet a L / L hung top / daddy for FF, toys, TT, assplay and see what develops. Cleve-land area.
FIND YOUR BAD BOY IN DEAR SIR
MASTER HAS HOT SLAVE TO
SHARE GWM lovers: Levi / Leather Master, 40s, will share hunky, handsome, ready-to-serve slave, 20s. Seek Master and om Master with slave for safe, hot 3- or August Pathys Secretary Secretary. 4-way fantasy sessions. Leather, BD, CBT, WS, SM, FF. Photo, phone and letter to Drummer Box 5521
Bull Balls WEIGHTED … SOFT LEATHER BALL BAG Closure: ☐ snaps ☐ Velcro ☐ La ce Stretcher: ☐ 1-1 / 4" ☐ 2" Lbs: □1-3 / 4 $34.00 □ 2-3 / 4 $44.00 EUREKA LEATHERS 308 Eureka Street
San Francisco, CA 94114 (415) 641-4213
MASTERCARD~VISA
DADDY / MASTERS NEEDED
GWM, 35, 185 lbs., 5'11", beard, brown hair, green eyes, 7" cut. A / Fr, P / Gr, submissive. Seeking hot, hung, muscled hairy tops. 25-45, for SM, Bb, WS, TT, C / BT, FF, shaving enemas. Expand my limits, while I worship your body, Sir, and fulfill your leather fanta- sies, Dayton / Cincinnati, OH. Box 5514LF
DAYTON MASTER, 30s accepting applications for slaves. Weekly visits, my place. CBT, TT and intense whippings. Reasonable limits respected, expanded. The abuse and humiliation you so richly deserve await. Letter, with complete description of past sessions required. Photos answered first. Let me take you on a walk through hell. Box 5490
BARE ASS SPANKINGS BY DAD 51. From mild hand-spanking to spread-eagled strapping in special punishment building in the country. Akron area. Box 5524
OKLAHOMA
BALLSI BALLSI BALLS! Hunky, ex-football player, 6'2", 200 lbs., endowed, bearded, 36-year-old Daddy looking for those low hangers. Will perform special Hellfire technique to balls that make this mantake notice. PO Box 18441, Oklahoma City, OK 73154. (LF5319)
OREGON
NEED TRAINING / CONTROL?
Salem WM, mid-age, physically active, 6', 180 lbs., cut 7" cock with nice head, o tou los., cut / cock with nice nead, hairy body, large nipples, seeks trim young male. Let's spend several hours together exploring the erotic aspects of SM, including bondage, ass spanking or whipping, discipline, shavi devices. Your interest is important, not your experience. Describe your ideas and what turns you on in detail. Include photo. Box 5279LF
FIND YOUR DEAR SIR IN DEAR SIR
PORTLAND
40-year-old, working man wants to meet other masculine men who like beating off with other guys. I'm hairy and bearded, 5'6", 130 lbs. Box 4455LF
MANHANDLER Portland-area WM topman (5'11", 190 lbs.) seeking steady loyal partner willing to be held, loved and roughed up once in a while. I'm old enough to know the ropes and how to use them. Young enough to tour the back roads in full leather on my 850 and wave at the kids. Want honest, bright, kind, healthy, hunky men to trip with me now and for good! Write: Buck, Box 621, Oregon City, OR 97045. (LF5505)
PENNSYLVANIA
COCKSUCKER WANTED Leatherman, 44 yrs old, 5'11", 160 lbs., looking for trim younger men to age 40. You must be able to take rough face-fucking , VA, raunchy talk, swearing and have a submissive attitude. I am versatile and can get into most any other kind of action. No scat or drugs, fats or fems. Photo and phone a must. Box 4840LF
DUNGEON MASTER
6', 165 lbs., 48 year old master, Greek active, French passive, requires obedient slave for training, S&M, B / D, WS, etc. Limits respected and expanded. Assistant masters also welcome. Send respectful letter with phone to PO Box 7363, Philadelphia. PA 19101. (LF4836)
WORSHIP BOOTS & FEET
Goodlooking, masculine WM, 38 5'6", trim 140 lbs., brown hair / eyes / mous-tache , into hot, imaginative, mutually stimulating boot / foot scenes, wres- tling, B&D, S&M, body worship, V / A. Can also enjoy just good masculine companionship. Versatile and health conscious. Travel Northeast / Midwest often, RW, Box 332, Harrisburg, PA 1700 (16 17108. (LF4897)
ASSMASTER seeks dildofuckholes for humiliation trips, VA, C&BT, toys, "smoke," aroma, J / O, safe-sex. Good attitude preferred to great bodies, though latter a plus. Reply with photo and / or description to Box 36065, Philadelphia, PA 19112.
BASIC TRAINING Recruits wanted for "Active Duty" by military brill instructor. Basic training in a strictly-disciplined military setting will include a thorough preinduction physical exam, servicing spit-shined military ju trant recruits with light SM and BD techniques in a safe, sane and mutually satisfying session. Di is looking for "A Few Good Men" who need to be "squared away" for the first time or who wish to relive their BOOT CAMP experiences. Recruit candidates should r request orders from MCRD-PHL, Box 242, Penndel, PA 19047-0848. All responses acknowledge, but those with photo / phone answered first. (LF4257)
BOUND TO BE HAPPY
If you are ready for total restraint, sus- pension, immobilization, hoods, blindfolds , gags, mummification, sensual deprivation and stimulation, C&BT, TT, light to moderate pain, and other forms of bondage / submission, read on. I am looking for a slave / son for training or enjoyment. NO DRUGS, WS, FF, per- manent marking, scat, damage, fats, fems or one-night stands. Safe sex scenes only and discretion assured. New to Philadelphia and dislike bar scenes and cruising among persons not serious about their needs or expectations . You: 18-35, 5'-6' tall, moderate build, muscles a plus but not a deciding factor. Me: 36, 5'7", moderate build, dominate but sometimes enjoy bondage from the bottom role. The sincerity and style of your reply will tell whether you are worth seeing. Past experience not necessary; limits respected and expanded. Your photo and phone / address with your respect-reply ensures prompt reply. Box 5415
BONDAGE SLAVE AVAILABLE Into prolonged sessions. Enjoy being gagged, hooded, bound, chained and serving a strict Master. Possible per- manent life with right Master. Limits set by Master. No drugs. Box 5394LF
PITTSBURGH AREA
X-college football player, 31, 64", 225 lbs. accepting applications for the position of my personal slave. Phone and photos are required of all applicants. Beginners are welcome, but must demonstrate that they have the proper attitude. Ideal candidates would be between 18 and 35, straight-looking and acting, work out and take pride in their physical appearance. Wimps, fats and fems need not waste the postage. Discretion assured and photos returned. Apply to: Master, PO Box 55, Glenshaw, PA 15116. (LF4484)
DADDY DEMANDS
Prompt reply inspires casual kinks. Will offer rigorous sensual hardships in penance. Answer nicely, degenerate, with humility in picture. Bex 5507
WANTED: BOOTED BLACK STUD White boy wants black fucker boothound. (215) 234-8665. 6-10 P.M
WELL-STOCKED BLACK ROOM well-stocked black RODM in Pittsburgh area, complete with competent, uncut WM, 180 lbs., 46, seeks submissive young stud into SS, SM, BD, TT, CBT, VA, 3W, JO, Fr, Gr, A-ZI All tantasies considered … most realized. Requir
GENTLE, MATURE, SUBMISSIVE White male, 55, seeks male Master who will handle fondle touch, inspect his slave in a very possessive manner. Have responsive nips. Love oils. PO Box 15791, Philadelphia, PA 19103.
WET PANTS 41, 5'8", 140 lbs. WM, beard, into pissin' in Levis, jockey shorts, onto one another, bed wetting, all W / S scenes. Your wet pictures get mine. J.L.L., 2698 Harrisburg Pike, Lancaster, PA. (717) 898-2627. (LF5494)
STUDENT JOCK WANTS SLAVE to worship his 21 y.o., 6', 160 lb. body. This hot BM seeks an older dogslave Inis not BM Seeks an older dougstave into spanking / whipping, body worship, dildoes, G / P, Fr / A, rimming, TT, BD and heavy ass play. Both my penny loafers & 8"×6" cock need a good tonguing. Live in Phila. Travel to NYC, DC. do it now!
PISS MASTER WANTED
PISS MASTER WANTED
By handsome, masculine GWM, 29; very humpy body. Piss on me, fuck me, humilation, fantasies—all safe. Sir, send returnable photo / letter to: Box-holder , PO Box 81765, Pittsburgh, PA 15217.
BLOND, BLUE BOY/ LITTLE BROTHER
Good catch! New kid is definitely attractive, cute, boyish, innocent-looking 28,5'6",150, super-aggressive bottom. Seeks to be "broken in" by handsome body builder Dad / Big Brother, 21-45. Your little guy begs to be in top and forced body development, i.e., strict gym workouts and whatever else Dad / Big Brother demands. Needs to give absolute worship, unending loyalty , complete servitude and uncondi-any , compiner servitude and uncondi- tional love. Please teach me Leathersex? Pittsburgh area or willing able to relocate. Serious, descriptive letter / photo, please? Sir, can we get a puppy, too? Thank you, Sirl Bif. Box 5 rhode island
ASSPLAY PARTNERS NEEDED by 35 year old, 6', 155, average looks, lightly hairy, swimmer's build. Photo must. Moustaches, hairy bodies plus. Experienced but respect limits. Dildoes, video +? Newport-Boston. Box 5337
COPS / MILITARY/
CONSTRUCTION WORKERS This bottom is: WM, 59", 160, brown\neyes / hair, 8" cut, hairy chest, and healthy, with an equally healthy imagination . I'm into verbal abuse, uniforms, leather two hondage sed with leather, toys, bondage, safe water- sports, tit torture, hot wax, ass play, spanking, boots and open to sugges- tions. You're a verbal, creative topman (men) into (fantasy) sex: A kick-ass, filthy-mouthed cop with a desire to rape a lone motorist. A hard, hot- headed Marine MP with a mean streak a mile wide. A sweaty, raunchy con- struction worker who knows how to take what he wants. I'm not into scat or heavy pain. I travel New England and New York City. If you're interested, send a raunchy, descriptive letter
(photo gets a quicker response) to Box 5079LF.
SLAVE / SON SEEKS MASTER / DAD Hot, white male, good build, mid-30s, submissive, seeks a hot Master to serve, please and learn by. My cock, ass, balls and tils are for your use and fantasy. Seek a Master who is firm, dominate, in control and yet is unde standing and desires to teach me to be the perfect slave / son I am meant to be. Bond me, spread-eagle me. I am hot and wild for a man in leather. Not into drugs, but into good times. Will travel New England area. Please consider, Sir. Box 5075LF
SOUTH CAROLINA
HOT SON LOOKING FOR HAIRY DADDY I am white, 32, married male looking for hot stud for daddy, uncle, older brother type relationship. I am a bottom who is Greek passive, French active, love to receive tit torture, cock and ball work, watersports. Looking to enjoy these activities in a SAFE context. Really turned on by a hairy body-the more turned on by a nairy body—the more the better—but attitude more important than looks or age. If you need a hot, submissive eager-to-please masculine partner, contact: Boxholder, PO Box 16291, Greenville, SC 29606, Complete (LF4829)
SLAVE / BOTTOM
White male, 30s, slave / bottom, 5'9", 175 lbs., hunky, good-looking, uncut, into sucking, fucking, WS, long, hot sessions of servitude with genuine Leather Master. Do anything within my power to please: lick boots, chaps, think pick good letter and nice. drink piss, eat ass. Send letter and pic to Box 4862.
HUNKY WHITE MALE
White male, 30, slave / bottom, 5'9", 175 Write Male, 30, 3349-30401, 39 …
MYRTLE BEACH LEATHER CLUB Seeking men interested in starting a Leather club in South Carolina. Let's converse. (803) 448-5531
TENNESSEE
LEAN, INTENSE ANIMAL
Bi-sex man is interested in locating another natural man who realizes his need for a buddy who knows the honest need for a buddy wink towns interiories; guit-pleasure—through trust—of dis- covering and sharing the touch, smell, taste and sound only a man comforta- ble with himself can provide. The energy I want to share is so bas man who'll openly and proudly share what he knows and has, you may have found your partner! I'm 6. 150 lbs., 46 yrs., greying-black hair, beard and moustache, with a natural, uncut dick that'll hang a heavy 7-inches for th man who'll openly and proudly share ble. Box 61LF
GWM 25
5'9", 160, brown hair, blue eyes, mous-tache , submissive and obedient, look-for Drummer Daddy / Master (30 to 45) to help me expand my limits. Will travel / possible relocation. Sir, please reply to Box 5265LF
MASCULINE AND HAIRY
Wants versatile partner into all SM exploration and satisfaction. Desires intelligent, imaginative man in Nash-ville area who is not afraid of passion and is skilled in the arts of pain and pleasure. I am 33, 5'9", 170 lbs., white and ready. Box 5362LF
SMALL MASTER
SMALL MASTER 56°, 145 lbs, large cock, wants bootlicking , ass-eating, piss-drinking pet, Prefer larger and trained, but will teach. Attitude all important. Send proper letter and pic for some fun in\neast TN mountains. Bo
PRO BY DAY, SLAVE BY NITE Thin, white, bl / bl, 35, seeks Master to abuse my asshole, body and mind. Degrade, shave, fuck, beat me. Piss in my mouth and ass gamp rang super as my mouth and ass, gang rape super as display you totally own this trash. Will support right Master. Age / color / looks unimportant. Most detailed, degrading letters get this slut for slave audition. Box 5389
TEXAS
"PRISON RAPE"
Desire to exchange jail or prison stories with others who enjoy writing about their experiences behind bars. No need to be a participent—ever watch or hear a "turn-out"? Make a "punk" out of a "fish!" Drummer Box 3853.
MASTER AVAILABLE East Texas Master available, 42, 6'1", 190, big brother or dad. Wrestling top, cigar smoker. You must send nude slave picture and letter with your explicit desires. Safe sex. Box 4949LF
HISPANIC SLAVE WANTED
East European, 36, 5'9", 150, uncut, is looking for permanent relationship with slave / bottom, 20-30, uncut, moustache, submissive. Send resume with address, phase and phote to Bru address, phone and photo to Box 4864LF
EAST TEXAS MASTER AVAILABLE 42, 6'1", 190, Big Brother or Dad. Wres- tling top, cigar smoker. You must send nude slave picture and letter with your explicit desires. Safe-sex Box 4949LF
HOUSTON AREA
White top, 43, 61", 190 lbs., Houston area. Porno, wrestling, dominance, Leather Fraternity member. Nothing else needs to be said. Box 4949LF
WM, 50, 6'2", 210, 7" uncut, moustache and beard, masculine, educated, experienced and versatile with firm but gentle style seeks slave / son for training and permanent relationship. Into leather, uniforms, Levis, boots, BD, SM, CB&TT, ET and most scenes. Have playroom with lots of equipment to tame the slave / son and teach him the meaning of total commitment to a lifestyle of domination and service. Are you ready to turn fantasy into reality with a real man for a lasting, monogamous relationship of permanent life of servitude and security? Send detailed letter, phone number and photo to Box 4986LF
DEAR SIR-WHERE TOPS AND BOTTOMS COME TOGETHER!
GWM READY FOR ACTION WM, 40, 5'11", 170, dark hair, attractive, bearded, 8½" uncut, into jockstraps, J/ O, W / S, deep throat fucking, cock suck- ing, cock worship, 69, ass fucking, etc. If you have over 7½" and under 40 and like hot sex and a great guy man-to- man, then let's get together. Black or white, would like you to visit me here in Tenn. I'm very near Nashville, have large private place. Ray, Rt. 3, Box 730, Dickson, TN 37055. (615) 4 (LF5287)
CROTCH SNIFFER
Arrogant, heavy-hung, Houston stud, 6', 165 lbs., humiliates and abuses brown-nosing wimps. Box 5371
DALLAS
Hot, horny, hole needs large tool, hands, toys, GWM, 32, seeks above, BB a plus. Nude photo gets response. Box 5459
WHIPPING BOY
Blond, moustache, 37 yrs., 61 / 2", 175 lbs., well-built, raunchy stud, offers training / position to playful, slim, sane and healthy boy / slave (20-33 years) who is eagerly willing to submit his body and soul to innovative rubber/ leather / uniform Master. Explicit appli- cation to Box 5453LF. Houston area.
SLAVE / BOY WANTED
Must be well-built, young (25-35), attractive, under 5"11". Must be sub-missive and willing to have limits expanded. Interests include: piercing, B / D, CBT, electrotorture, catheterization, charless continues continues cont tion, shaving. Send revealing photo, phone number and letter with qualifications and experience to: D / M Sir, PO Box 57311, Dallas, TX 75207-1311.
EAST TEXAS DISCIPLINARIAN 33 , GWM, 6', 180, attractive, educated, athletic. Will administer strict, realistic paddlings to men of all ages / races. Box 5547
MEN SEARCHING
28, 5'8", 158 lbs., handsome, good shape, sincere, intelligent, straight-acting, trim profesional, mature Chinnese seeks same, WM, 25-45 for friendship / relationship, Moustache / heart han / museulters sites seeks. beard, hairy / muscular a plus. No drug, pain, fems, Blacks. Will travel all major cities. Please write with photo to: Jerry Young, PO Box 814431, Dallas, TX Young, P0 75381-4431
WEST TEXAS LEATHER Extra safe and discrete. Married, top. 39, trim, hard, muscular, Want boy (21-
in need of loving but firm discipline. Spankings given with hand, paddle or belt. Your choice, boy! Also meet or correspond with other tops, studs, for videos, J / O, sharing and storytelling. Box 5567
D / FW GAY BBS
Gay computer bulletin board system, D / FW area only. 300 / 1200 baud 8N1, 24 hours. (Metro) 577-1495.
UTAH
NOVICE SEEKS INSTRUCTION Tall, attractive, 34, 6'2", 170 lbs., creative, seeks Master who is experienced and gentle for training. Limitations, no drugs, scat, fems or fats. Sir: Please reply with photo and phone no. to P.E.P., PO Box 683, Ogden, UT 84402.
VIRGINIA
READY TO SERVE
Leatherman seeks to serve other leath-ermen . Blond, blue-eyed and pierced, willing and ready to serve. Located in Tidewater, VA. Your photo will get my reply. Dan from Virginia. Box 4953LF
SEEKING DADDY
I'm 25, 6', 170 lbs., muscular and hung. Recently I graduated from college and am now on a man hunt. I dig leather, slings, dildoes, poppers, cockrings and big-dicked Daddies. Into any scene containing hot man-to-man action. Send photo and letter to Bob, Rt. #1, Box 632, Wytheville, VA 24382 (LF4854)
HOT FF BOTTOM
Looking for a man's man to enjoy great times. Forget slave or toilet, just one man looking for another one. If you're into intense sex and a personable fell let's meet. N. Virginia area. Box 5477LF
CONTINUOUSLY AROUSED
You can get worked over in a session wherein you are kept continuously aroused. If you are in the 20-30 year range, smooth body with well-defined chest. Whereabouts doesn't matter, we'll meet. I am in the forties, average looking, experienced and intelligent. Send photo, address (and phone if you care to; I'm discreet). It may lead somewhere ! Box 5058LF
DADDY SEEKS SON Good-looking GWM seeks younger, 18- 35, submissive man who can take care of himself, but would love to meet the needs of a dominant, educated, successful , tender but firm, passionate, sexy daddy. Into TT, B / D, spanking, discipline, experimentation, safe sex, developing a relationship and serving as a great Master. All letters with photo and phone will be answered. Live in DC area. Reply, PO Box 61, Arlington, VA 22210. (LF5270)
CENTRAL VIRGINIA GWM, 5'9", 155 lbs., 38, 8", seeks others into B / D, light S / M, safe practices only. Top or bottom, no drugs. Photo appreciated. Box 5445
BEARDED DADDY / MASTER
43, 6', 185 lbs., aggressive, insatiable (almost), foul-mouthed and affectionate seeks an obedient nonsmoker slave-son / lover for a monogamous relationship. If you think you can handle my verble abuse, physical abuse (mostly spanking, but some TT & C&BT), light bondage, have few if any sexual hangups and are serious, then write and tell me why I should choose you. Although attitude is more important than age or appearance (husky and short are pluses). Send me a recent photo anyway, cocksucker, with your application. Write, Sir, PO Box 1095, Richmond, VA 23208. (LF5501)
Washington
BACKPACK, XC-SKI, FULL LEATHER IN SEATTLE Japanese-American, 32, compact / tight build, bearded & butch, into malesex in full leather: cycle caps & jackets, tight chaps, boots, gloves, ball stretcher, kiss, suck, fuck, CBT play, rough contact, wrestling, 70% top, 30% bottom. Safe, no smoke / dope, raunch. Spend most weeklands biker (bestweekl most weekends hiking / backpacking, bridge player, MBA, Catholic, witty & energetic (Interchain #509). You: white, relationship-oriented leatherstud. strong outdoorsman, 27-40, physically in-shape, mentally sharp, no smoke/ dope. SF & VanBC replies welcome. Photo, phone, letter to Box 4544LF
NOVICE PIG SLAVE
SIR: GWM, 34, handsome, intelligent. needs Master to serve in groveling humiliation. I beg to worship your excrement and drink your urine. On my knees I humbly await your letter. Retur- nable photo preferred. Box 5465
VERSATILE TOP / BOTTOM
Purpose: to find man who is indepen- dent, intelligent, and comfortable with all roles. Sexually hard driving, creative and dynamic.
Myself: 39, professional, 5'9", 150 lbs., moustache, good body and confident. Partner: Man in his 30s or 40s, cares for his body as much as his mind, extremely versatile (from vanilla to raunch), and as comfortable with the city as the country. Please respond with letter and photograph; open for mutual exchange. John / Seattle. Box 5081
NIPPLE SUSPENSN / PUNISHMNT Masc. G / p Seattle GWM, 37, 145 lbs., 5'10°, nice-looking, seeks Dad I've never had! Desiring sincere, handsome, honest, affectionate VM to 47, 6'+ 170+, cut / thick / hung, exclusive top who regularly will punish my pierced nipples and fuck my clean, safe pussy! seeing you wear an executioners hood, leather / latex will melt me into complete submission, for B / D, W / S, shavings, mummification, and nipple piercings / suspension. I'm seeking a permanent 1-1 relationship with nonalcoholic / bar type, caring, financially secure Dad. No scat, FF, CBT or permanent damage. I'm a "slow lane," passive , hard worker who enjoys music, travel, sports and outdoors. A note, photo and phone gets immediate response with same. Will relocate and travel for you, Sir! Box 4249LF.
WHIDBEY ISLAND- NORTH OLYMPICS
I'm a 40-year-old ex-logger, 6'1", slend build, 165 lbs. with tattoos and beard. I am considered good-looking. I'm into grease, mud, suspension, whips, paddles , TT, C&BT and some role playing. I like men who are grubby looking and uninhibited. Age not important but health and shape are. I'm not into FF. If you think we might have something in common how about a photo and some details. I'll respond. Box 4927LF
WISCONSIN
DRUMMER DESIRES
B / D S / M Top willing to help you explore in person those Drummer desires you have been exploring in print. Your first assignment is a letter of application. Box 4876LF.
"So which do you prefer, physical or mental cruelty?"
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SCAT
Totally uninhibited scat scenes wanted by this bottom-mutual raunch pig. Am 32, 6', 200 lbs. GWM-medium hung Seeks same to 45—halrier the better. Also into WS, FF, Satanism, drink, smoke, aroma. Send revealing photo and phone to Boxholder, PO Box 07461, Milwaukee, WI 53207, for immediate reput. (15598) reply. (LF5286)
MATURE BOTTOM 30 y.o. GWM, 5'11", 175, 6", bl / bl, look- ing for mentally strong Topman who is bigger and older than me. New to NW Wisconsin and am looking to settle wisconsin and a discreet, monogamous relationship. Not a boy, but an intelligent and strong man who needs to be topped and understood. Your size and mental strength matter more to me than looks. Can travel to Min. also. PO
INTERNATIONAL
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EXPERIENCED LEATHER MASTER
WANTED IN U.S.A.
By bootlicking English WM, 28, uncut 8', 175 lbs. into W / S, SM, BB, Gr / P, diddoes. Want to try FF. Master should be under 45 WM, muscular, hung, into leather, rubber & toys. Playroom a plus. My experience is limited so you will enjoy expanding it. I'm open to most suggestions. Travel Europe, U.S.A. often. Also interested in hearing from leather rubber masters in Europe. Photo and detailed letter please, Sir. You won't be sorry! London. Box 4908
AMERICAN IN GERMANY!
Near Kaiserslautern, 35, 5'11", 160 lbs. biker with full leathers looking for military in Europe. Officers, NCOs into uni- forms, leather, bikes, bondage, etc. Must be discreet and AIDS-conscious. Top or bottom. What I dish out I can also take. It's tough to make contact and we never will, if you don't move ass. (If you aren't dedicated to leather and / or uniforms, don't waste your time. If you're one of the few who are, don't lose time-write!) Box 5023
TEXAN SEEKS HOT EUROPEANS Leather Fraternity member, 34, 6', 195, seeks young, stable men to show me around in Europe. Objective is friendship , and will return the favor should you visit me in Dallas, Texas. I plan to visit in October. Itinerary not yet set. Write soon. Box 4987LF
CANADA
A "BOOTS" IN HOTELS or Leather Bars. Want work as a Bootblack , Boot cleaner, Bootjack, Bootstool in busy hotels or leather bars. Will service boots on male feet for customers and staff allike without pay. Am fascinated by spurred cowboy boots and English riding boots. Will lickshine boot leather with my tongue. Will clean boots first, then lick them all over and shine them. Could also work as "Boots" in the bunkhouse of cattle ranch servicing the boots of several cowboys who wear spurred cowboy boots all day. Roger, PO Box 383, Lachine, Que., Canada H8S 4C2.
DEAR SIR: YOUR PERSONAL SLAVE MARKET
DANGLING BOTTOM
Bottom needs uniformed, full leather, booted top who is entertained by having a guy dangling at the end of a rope. Box 5327, Stn. "A," Toronto M5W 1N6, Canada.
JEW PIG seeks Nazi Master. Young SS studs only. (514) 731-8474.
ENGLAND
VISITING LONDON?
Manhole needs a hot fist. I am GWM, 28, Manhole needs a hornst ann aww, zo, 62°, 175 lbs., clean-shaven, hot and horny with a big piece of meat. Into SM-related sex and good scenes. Also able to give. Am looking for a man who wants to fist, leather a plus. Photo
GUATEMALA
LEATHER CONTACTS Interested in contacting people with the same leather interests, to increase our group in this country. I'm Guatemalan. Please contact tel. 061-8844 or Box 5396LF.
JAPAN
DADDY SERVANT
Japanese, healthy, intelligent, clean daddy, 50, 55°, 143, wants young son Master, aged 20-30, who is healthy, good-looking and well-built. I am a worshiper of your feet and want safe sex. If you visit Japan, you can be my
SWITZERLAND
COMING TO SWITZERLAND?
Visit this muscular bearded top leather-man , 50, 5'11", 160, who is in good shape and perfect health (HTLV-neg). You may join him for his regular workout at the gym and / or enjoy his well-equipped playroom, if you are approx. 28-50, good-looking, masculine, preferably muscular and hairy with a well- trained, receptive rear for extensive assplay including deep-plowing, tit- work, optional FF, dirty talk and mainly lots of mutual raunchy asslicking. Per- fect health essential. Also Europeans (esp. Germans) corresponding to above requirements most welcome. Write with photo to B. Rahm, Hardstr. 58, CH- 4052 Basel, Switzerland. (LF5048)
MODELS NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
EXPLORATORIUM
Demanding Master, 62°, 220 lbs., 35 yrs. old, competitive muscle man, seeks those into S / M reality, not just fantasy. Trainer is ruggedly handsome, tattooed and esoteric with fully-equipped soundproof dungeon. Raunch, spit, sweat, electrotorture, needles, knives, pits, beatings, verbal abuse, brutal prison rape, hanging, branding and interrogation are a part of what you will endure when confined in my dungeon. The Master desires those with a firm commitment to please. Call me, but no bullshit. This is the real thing, so don't waste my time if you can't cut it. You will be taken to the limits of physical / mental failure and then the training begins. (415) 282-8834.
CUM TO DADDY
Daddy's tall, muscular, handsome, in his 30s, with short hair and a mousta-che -a Father figure / Leatherman worthy of your respect and affection who will take care of your needs while you take care of his. $100.
Frank (415) 621-1066
SAFE EAST BAY MASSAGE Oakland-SF masseur. Fr-a / p, Gr-a. Phallic lovers, J / O. $60 in. Photos, phone sex. Marc (415) 444-3204
LEATHERMASTER
The look, feel, sound, taste and smell of black leather on a man. Short or prolonged scenes in immobilized bondage. Newcomer, gentle to jaded exquisite pain. Travel arrangements possible. Healthy and staying that way. Jack (415) 680-8959.
BONDAGE / WHIP / SM EXPERT
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DRUMMEDIA MOVIES
LEVIS, LEATHER AND "VELVET" hose who persist in thinking of SM sex as sick, perverted and dangerous will find reinforcement aplenty in Blue Velvet. That gives Drummer readers a logical reason to add to the abuse that has already been heaped on David Lynch's brilliant film.
My motto is, it's only a movie. That gets me through some bad situations, on screen and off, and lets me appreciate films I may not agree with.
Blue Velvet is a howlingly funny, erotic suspense thriller, sort of like Moonlighting for grownups. Kyle MacLachlan (Dune) is the hero, Joe College come home after his father has a stroke. He finds a maggoty severed ear in a field and turns it in to the police.
"Yes, that's a human ear, all right," deadpans detective George Dickerson, whose daughter, Laura Dern, falls for MacLachlan and tells him, "I don't know if you're a detec- tive or a pervert.'
Enter Dennis Hopper to make sure no one else is mistaken for a pervert. This leather-jacketed sadist has delusions of grandeur ("1'll fuck anything that moves!"), talks dirty, administers serious beatings to men and women alike, sucks on a portable respirator when he has sex (we're never told what it contains-oxygen ? Or perhaps helium to help him get it up?) and is involved in murder, drugs, kidnaping and probably jaywalking . This is one bad dude.
MacLachlan gets mixed up with Hopper through his favorite victim, Isabella Rosselli-ni , a singer in a seedy dive that may be the nicest club in this small North Carolina town. Tipped of by Dern that she might have something to do with the ear he found (remember the ear?), the youth spies on the singer from her closet. She catches him and makes him strip (nice ass) at knifepoint.
"Don't touch me or I'll kill loved Blue Velvet. you!" she warns him. Beat. Beat. "Do you like talk like that?" She obviously does, plus action that hits harder than words; but it takes a couple of attempts before the virginal hero gets into her style of lovemaking.
Hopper takes them on a tour of the town's underbelly, including a stop at the whore-house run by Dean Stockwell, a simpering queen who packs a mean right. Hopper smears on lipstick and kisses Mac-Lachlan , threatening and beating him to the tune of Roy Orbison's "In Dreams."
Like Orbison's high notes, nothing in Blue Velvet is quite what it seems to be. Or perhaps it never seems to be quite what it is. Ordinarily when I'm warned that I'll either love or hate a movie my verdict falls obstinately in the middle. But I
SWINGING THE "BLUE"
The other hot new nonporn that will be sleeping-er, opening around the country in the next few months comes from France and Jean-Jacques Beineix, director of Diva. It's purely heterosexual, but Bei-neix told Drummer he's thinking of making a film about the AIDS crisis in the future.
Meanwhile, Betty Blue deals with the obsessively passionate love between Jean-Hughes Anglade (Patrice Chereau's gay protagonist in L'Homme Blesse / The Wounded Man) and Beatrice Dalle. She's young and unstable. After she burns down their honeymoon shack and stabs a bitchy customer with a fork where she's waitressing, we know it's just a matter of time until she causes some serious grief.
Beineix was careful to in- clude at least as much male nudity as female, and he shows us all of both stars from every angle. Anglade is uncut-sorry, no erections or closeups. As I said, Betty Blue isn't porno; but it does open with some pretty serious fucking.
AMERICA'S FAVORITE 'MATE"
Among the more general entertainments, for those who survived another teeny-bopper summer, the fall has brought us some movies about men-daddy Paul Hogan, granddaddies Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas and older brother Sean Connery.
A pleasant comedy, Crocodile Dundee may not equal its popularity down-home Down Under (where it surpassed E.T. in three months of release) in the U.S., but a lot of people who have seen Paul Hogan's Australian tourism commercials would like to slip their shrimp on his barbie.
Back home in Walkabout Creek, Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee (Hogan) is a legendary bullshitter. The legend part reaches Manhattan journalist Linda Kozlowski, who tracks him down for an interview . He impresses her with his machismo, ditching his safety razor for a Bowie knife when she approaches; so she invites him back to New York, which the naive foreigner sees as "the friendliest place on earth."
This being only a movie, they naturally fall in love. You may think of Tevye's question from Fiddler on the Roof: "A bird may love a fish, but where would they build a home together ?" The answer will have to wait for Crocodile Dundee 11.
GREY AND BUTCH
Burt and Lancaster and Kirk Douglas play another kind of innocents abroad in Tough Guys, which ain't The Sun-
shine Boys but it ain't bad. In their case the foreign world is the '80s, because they've spent 30 years in prison for being "the last guys in America to rob a train." They shared a cell all that time, but we're not supposed to think they ever-oh no! not Burt and Kirk! (Well, not Kirk anyway.)
Most of the picture is devoted to the future shock they PAGE 78 experience-their old hangout has gone gay, etc.-as if they hadn't seen a movie or TV show in prison, and to showing how society strips senior citizens of their dignity, treating them like children and considering them useless.
All that is just a setup for one last, great train robbery in which Kirk, who has stayed in shape, does some of his own stunts, and Burt does the best he can.
Incidentally, did you know Lancaster came within a heartbeat of playing the William Hurt role in Kiss of the Spider Woman? It was all set when he suffered a heart attack. The funding fell through and it was years before Hector Babenco could put the production together again with a new cast.
FOURTEENTH CENTURY SOLUTION
The Name of the Rose would be a typical medieval murder mystery if there were such a genre. Since there isn't, it doesn't know what it wants to be and winds up as an intellectual , ecclesiastical Sherlock Holmes story in a time warp.
Sean Connery plays brother William of Baskerville, who investigates the "tantalizing conundrum " of a series of murders in a fourteenth-century monastery. Only one brother is gay-identified, but you won't need Connery's powers of deduction to spot several more faggots between the lines.
You might even be dirty-minded enough to suspect the relationship between Con-nery and young Christian Slater , the novice who travels with him. Gay brother Berengar stares at Slater over dinner, then flagellates himself as punishment(?).
F. Murray Abraham takes advantage of his Oscar (for Amadeus) to claim star billing for a glorified cameo as the inquisitor who arrives well into the second hour bearing new issues of oppression, hypocrisy and torture.
The Name of the Rose is entertaining , but too much of a hybrid to be satisfying to anyone.
HARD NIPPLES
The sparsely distributed Hard Choices is worth catching if it turns up in a local thea-tre or seeking out when it's released on video. It's about a 15-year-old boy (Gary McCleery) in prison and the social worker more than twice his age (Margaret Klenck), who become lovers after she breaks him out of jail. (It's okay-he's turned 16 by then.)
Pardon me for noticing, but both stars have big, firm nipples . That's beside the point, as is a trustee's attempt to fuck McCleery. The point is that life is full of-you guessed it-Hard Choices, involving sex, drugs, and whether responsibility to individuals and family outweighs one's responsibility to society.
That's a heavy load, but writer-director Rick King's simple, economical film carries it well.
-Steve Warren DRUMMER 100
DRUMMEDIA VIDEO
WHAT A DUMP… he practicality and ease of videotaping has liberated viewers from a main-stream diet of vanilla sex, but that same ease of taping has permitted an outbreak of "directors " who lack the artfulness to produce erotic tapes that rise above the dully documentary-witness our last report on shaving, spanking and toe-licking videos, all eagerly awaited by men of particular tastes, and all disappointing in their robotic documentation . A few - Old Reliable, for example, and Christopher Rage's Live Video-can inform their work with a style or vision that conveys sexuality to us. Since few people are willing to work on the frontier, however, it is usually those uncomprehending camera wielders who tape the unexplored, forbidden areas of sexuality that most beg artful depiction. The resultant tapes lack the shape, pace and sense of climax to lift us from passive observance to erotic engagement. Such dead-on taping, abetted by the video camera's factual eye, is a dead-end for viewers: it has resulted in a resurgence of the verite style. This is quirky even when well applied; the distancing effected when the inartful plug in their cameras turns verite to vapidity. That's enough to turn viewers back to the dependability of the vanilla sex tapes put out by more practiced video makers. They may lack our longed-for fetish or fancy, but at least they come through with sex.
Fetishes first, and a case in point demonstrating how the differing approaches of two companies, each marketing the work of one director, can arouse or defuse.
A scat fetish may rank second only to necrophilia at the top of taboo lists, and perhaps first in the disgust it arouses in nonpractitioners. Accordingly , there are few scat tapes on the market. It should thus be arousing-the field is wide open. That makes it surprising that Scat, a Horny Toad video put out by Sirco, should invoke little more than indifference .
It's admittedly a volatile subject-you're either into it or definetely aren't. But indif- expected to encounter atop a pile of shit. Especially from the previously intriguing Horny Toad, whose homemade videos , "Piss Pig," "Foreskin," "Cum Chronicle," and "Peeping Tom," (reviewed in Drummer 94) had been skillful enough to prevent its real-porn approach from founder- ing on the rocks of verite. Horny Toad's Scat, however, is verite at its most dramatically unfocused.
In several different but unvarying segments, the same model kneels doggie-style in the same position and excretes thin strands of soft shift from his caked asshole. In one segment, pouting farts accompany each plop of turd, and in another segment a blue T-shirt adds a fashion note. A third segment finds the same model in the same pose, though presumably the shit is new; the fillip this time is that the shit falls into a plastic doggie bowl.
Is this exciting? To someone, I'm sure, but I found it …what? Repetitious, unin-volving . I've never confused bathroom functions with sex, but I'm not here to be judg-mental . I just wanted something to happen. Something finally does, when the model fingerpaints a thick layer of shit over his ass and fat cock before jacking off with the shit as a lugubrious lubricant. He's not too excited, though, and needs to talk dirty ("I'll take a dump in your mouth," and "Lick that shit off my dick") to stiffen his cock and encourage his barely visible orgasm.
So okay, it's real-messy and colorful and taped with precise detail, including a (single) great close-up of a turd arriving through a winking asshole-but the sole activity and point of view left me rather clinically objective.
There's more to scat than this, more things to do and ways to see and feel it, and Christopher Rage knows it. So if you want scat, the tape of choice would be Live Video's Custom Tape #3. Rage's camera roams under porta-potty seats for changing views of several attractive models. Better yet, there are pairs of models , whose scatting proclivities heighten their rimming and fucking, hardens their cocks, and demonstrate the multiple possibilities of scatology.
Rage doesn't tout his scat work. "I feel it's sort of up there (down there?) with pedophilia and incest in terms of being accepted by the public, even the Drummer public," he writes, but the tape exists. Avail yourselves of it as you wish.
One entertaining aspect of Horny Toad Video is its nose-thumbing stance towards convention . Their dubbings frequently—and I think purposefully-leave snatches of previous tapings. My Sirco Scat tape had a moment of a smarmy Johnny Carson interview at the end. So, late at night, as you watch a tape of some guy eat shit, it's a reminder that while the rest of the country isn't watching the same tape, they're eating shit, too. One last scat note. But-terflies , my research reveals, were named not for the color of their wings, but for the color of their excrement. If there's a corollary here to young Girl Scouts being called Brownies, I think we should discretely continue our video reviews.
Other new titles from Horny Toad include Enema Fun and Rim Dog. I went for Grampa Finds a Dildo. This actually stars a grandpa-a silver-haired gent, handsome of face, still trim and lithe of body at 70 (!), with a fat, hard and very uncut cock.
Despite the title, Grampa is hardly an unsuspecting finder of his dildo. He arrives in a sunny suburban living room and unloads a suitcase full of dildoes onto a chintz-covered sofa. He puts on a metal cock-ring , straps on a wide and tight ball harness so his nuts are distended and solid, hangs his poppers 'round his neck, and goes to work on those dildoes.
He starts with the hefty size. works his way to huge, and then squashes heavily aground and around on a Chris Burns Special (that's really BIG, if you've somehow missed Burns and his ubiquitously gobbling buns).
True to Horny Toad standards , Grampa doesn't seem to have douched well. So a slight beige slime appears as his plugs slide in and out, and dots of shit catch under their rims. Grampa is careful to wipe stray splatters off the sofa, but despite the promising begin- ning, things tend to peter out.
For one, the color disappeared on my dub, leaving a hard and glinty black and white. But more important was Grampa's lack of reaction. He's less intent on enjoyment, it seems, than on moving methodically from dildo to dildo, and absent-mindedly from position to position. Despite his hefty hard-on, and the sometimes vigor with which he smashes his balls against his thighs and the base of the dildoes , he doesn't manifest either enthusiasm or sensation . The lack of ritual and the mechanical action removes eroticism. It's fast and it's clinical . It's clearly photographed so that one can watch those big things go in and out, but once again, the verite of this action needed to be bolstered by a greater sense of performance from Grampa or more artful videographing. After the lengthy and largely uneventful plugging, Grampa snorts his poppers, loses his hard-on, finger-fucks his generous foreskin, and then works up a good JO finale.
There aren't many dildo sequences of this length available , and I've never seen a gay movie with a gentleman of this age, but those factors are outweighed by the detached air of the entire proceedings. The lack of music and sound (Grampa is silent throughout) detracts further from this verite casualty.
The antidote, and one of the most amazing film experiences I've ever had, is Christopher Rage's Fucked Up. While Rage's technique lies in verite, he circumvents the pitfalls of the style by employing a star and videographing and editing the performance with deft skill.
Casey Donovan is the redoubtable star. With the fierce dedication of a dancer, he's given himself to sex as a profession , so that at slightly over 40 years old, he's sleek, polished and more practiced than ever. His tawny flesh radiates warm desire, and his eyes telegraph the hunger within. He's well matched by partner John Clayton, a slightly older, craggier version of Donovan; they could be brothers, and that heightens the charge of their coupling.
In Fucked Up Donovan gives the kind of performance which in Hollywood would bring a star a well-deserved Oscar after years of admirable work. If he hadn't shoved it up his ass in this video, I'd award Donovan The Big Dildo: this crowning performance is the most intense, revealing and sensational work of his career. It's also a strange, unique video from Mr. Rage, who here moves past his progressive studies in outrage to document a scene of demonic possession.
Fucked Up begins innocently (hah!) enough as Donovan and Clayton shave each other's assholes. They move on to some extended play with their nipples, distended and sensitized, then pulled and stretched. Concentrated cocksucking and rimming interludes intertwine with nipple play until we're let in on what the real action is to be: "Let those fucking hot drugs just numb that hole," Donovan whispers. His ass thus prepared , Donovan pulls his legs up to receive from Clayton a succession of ever-larger dildoes.
This is the longest and most satisfying dildo action I've encountered on video, with Donovan not only moaning his appreciation and pumping his cock, but watching the scene on a monitor and instructing the cameraman.
He holds tight on a close-up of his asslips bobbing over the dildo. "Stay right in there," he says, then whispers directly to us, "laying around the house, watching TV with that big ol' dick stuck up your ass…
Exactly what you'll be doing as you watch Donovan. Rage's camera catches every wince and ripple of Donovan's ass-hole as a giant rubber cock spreads the star's sphincter and it milks the dildo.
The mood changes, though. The drugs are taking effect, and Donovan is snorting something from a rag in an oversized vial. Sweat drips from his body, his eyes get glassy and his face glazed. A crazed smile stretches tightly over his clenched teeth, and Clayton exchanges the dildoes for his arm before giving Donovan two fists up the ass.
The camera begins to concentrate more on Donovan's face than his ass as the video moves beyond fuck-flick territory into its mesmerizing latter portion. The transfiguration of Donovan's face is at once morbidly attracting and horribly repellent. As snorted fumes fill Donovan's lungs and arms pound up his ass, Rage duplicates in sound effects and camera work the mad rush overtaking Donovan, a horrifying paroxysm of possession by the dual demons of sex and drugs. In this maelstrom Donovan chants a filthy litany, "I wanna get fucked, I wanna get fucked.
Boy, does he ever.
Fucked Up, in transcribing the ascent / descent of a drugged sex experience, is an achievement both beautiful and ugly, seductive and scary. The combined talents of Rage and Donovan move past the initially arousing into uncharted territory to not only exceed the artistic promise of verite, but to produce a tape of haunting power. There is transcendence here, and damnation.
It's enough to throw one with some relief into mass-market vanilla tapes, and here are two recommendations.
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Rhodes get it up the ass uncountable more times after checking into the "reform school" (note to video makers : a tract home is a tract home, no matter what you call it). He's initiated by the other boys and upstaged by the upturned ass of Michael Cummings in a relentless and long gangbang. This scene takes on an Antonioni air; its length and the sometimes abstracted attitude of its cast encourages objectivity and brushes ennui. But the star presence of David Ashfield with his thick rod, plus great close-ups, deep plunges and heavy orgasms all around, make it a highlight in a video full of highlights.
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Dialogue throughout is unbearably bad, though mercifully brief. Fun music by Cooltoons; good color and focus, except for a brief double image in Ryan's scene. But Leo Ford's hair! Girlene! Over the years it's gone beyond platinum-I think the current color is Snowblind #9. Perhaps it's the glare that prevents him, as narrator, from reading his cue cards convincingly. She'll never be an actress, but haven't video makers heard of rehearsal ? These are minor cavils, though, about a basically entertaining fuck flick.
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