"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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OFF THE TOP by JUDY TALLWING McCARTHY International Ms Leather 1987
GUEST EDITORIAL
In the past, and to a strong degree now, when people in society refer to the terms homosexual or gay they usually mean men. Men have been the most visible as gays and have had a strong network much longer than lesbians. Men have been our shields because of their high visibility. In history the gay purges have always been directed more toward men than women.
Consequently, if there were no gay men, we, as lesbians, would have no protection from ones who would see us obliterated . In joining forces with men, we gain strength and visibility, commodities we must have to win the fight for basic human dignity.
· I've been attending a number of gay-sponsored events since winning the International Ms Leather title. At most of these events we've stood with hats off, hands over our hearts as the National Anthem was played. We stood to recognize and give honor to this country. Well, now it's damned time for this country to recognize us. We are individuals worthy of recognition and worthy of the freedom to be who we are without fear of discrimination and prejudice. For far too long, we as gays have been settling for second best. We've supported politicians because they agreed to vote for a gay rights bill, even though ideologically we couldn't agree with them on any other issue. Then, most often when we need their vote. they bend to the influence of narrow-thinking radicals and vote against us.
It is time now for all of us to demand more and to become more than a one-issue people. All of us are aware that we are involved in a multi-issue war. We have friends who are dving all around us and we're losing talent that our communities can ill afford to lose. The right wing is gaining strength and we're losing ground.
Unlike most wars which are won by defeating enemies in a number of smaller battles, ours is made more difficult because we must win the whole war all at once. Many of our number believe that our major battle is the one for gay rights. I feel that what we must gain is even larger and more encompassing than gay rights. We have to win the right to basic human dignity.
Until we have this most basic right, we will not gain the strength nor obtain the money we need to fight our other battles, especially the fight against AIDS. Our current fund-raising efforts, as impressive as they may be, are equivalent to trying to put a bandage on a slit throat. We need federal support and we need it now.
The lifeblood is being pumped out of our communi-ties . Every time we lose someone to AIDS, our communities are losing a valuable resource: even one person is too great a loss.
We have to begin the fight for our human dignity by respecting each other in all our "differentness ." There is no "gay community ." We are as diverse as the larger society around us. Our communality lies in our sexual preference and in that larger society's condemnation of us for it.
One giant step towards willing our war is to rid ourselves of our "community" prejudices. An example might be the prejudices which are the result of generalizing an act or incident involving an individual. A common occurrence in our gay communities is when a man or woman creates a disturbance in a bar frequented by the other gender, we sometimes generalize by saying, "Those damned men!" or "Those damned women! We don't want them in here," instead of relating that action to that specific individual . I have a great deal of difficulty understanding why someone doesn't like me because I'm a woman. I have no difficulty at all understanding why someone doesn't like me because I'm being a jerk.
Right now we must begin unifying our forces from the simplest base, such as learning each other's names and knowing each other as individuals, respecting each one's right to that individuality. It's hard not to care what happens to someone you know.
We also must work on healing the wounds we've inflicted upon one another. We will have made great strides when our communities can respect our right in choosing to live with the S / M lifestyle.
Our biggest step is to start really caring … giving a damn.
We all get so tied up in our own lives that the hardest thing to do is to give some part of our caring to someone else
I'm not any brighter than the next person. But sometimes I feel that we each get lost in the chaos of this society and we lose sight of the simple things we can do to help each other and ourselves. Shaking hands and introducing ourselves to one another is the simplest.
Strong leadership is another thing we need to win any war. When I came out, leaders of the gay community were from the street and we knew them, we kept in touch. Slowly, somewhere , we've lost touch with our most visible spokesper-sons . They seem to have encapsulated themselves. This may have been necessary for them because we all tend to demand a lot from those who would speak for us and we don't give a hell of a lot back. In doing this, we use them up. Our true leaders now are those working in our communities, putting together benefits, serving on committees and working on our papers. And they are many now. We just have to find the mechanism for connecting all of them.
In order for our spokesper-sons to be effective, they absolutely have to keep in touch with the communities they speak for and they must have real support from all of us. We are, after all, fighting a major war. We must have leaders in order to win, however these leaders must not lose touch with all the communities for which they speak.
But the most important factor in winning any war is its army. In order to be an effective army, we must gather all our forces together. My lover Sashie said something that I think we all must keep in mind:
"Our enemies are not men or women. Our enemies are prejudice and intolerance, based on ignorance. And our weapons are unity, visibility and education."
Using all these weapons, we really can win.
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HEAVY LEATHER ROCK AND ROLL
In recent letters in Malecall it is obvious that guys into kinky sex and lifestyles can be so rigid when it comes to anything that falls outside the parameters of what they think the scene should encompass. Having only acknowledged my interests in leather-S / M in the last two years I was beginning to think I was the only one who had made this observation.
Rather than turn this into another leather novice gripe letter, let me offer what might be a different generation's thoughts. As I came out in the sixties, my tendency is to think and act sociopolitically . I am uncomfortable with "political correctitude."
My involvement in the leather scene in New York grew out of my previous involvement as a rock singer. As my music took on a harder edge I would wear more Levi's and leather. In NYC, the two bars that play the most rock music (excluding the later developments in the East Village) are leather-oriented bars. It was at one of these bars that I first learned about GMSMA.
GMSMA is not perfection. I've met just as many narrow-minded members of this organization as I have encountered in the leather bar scene. However, it is the general atmosphere of open-minded discussion , and many experienced leather-men have helped me reach into my own bag of hang-ups. I no longer look at cops and military types as necessarily supporters of those who would oppress. In breaking down this barrier I've realized that not all police and members of the military branches are bigoted pigs.
Rock music is still "where I live." With some of the self-confidence I've gained at GMSMA, my "image" reflects this awareness . I really feel just as good and hot wearing chaps with bright red, yellow or tie-dyed jeans as the more traditional blue or black button-fly Levi's. I guess once a rocker, always a rocker. It has become part of my fantasy identity. Unfortunately, even in bars where rock music is played, not all leathermen appreciate my look. Sometimes the atmosphere has been downright hostile!
It is good to know that other members of the leather-S / M scene can be self-critical and that Drummer provides a forum for diverse views.
To anybody out there with the attitude of "anybody who looks like that is a goddamned tourist and is only into unsafe vanilla sex …" I say to you; "You're living in your own private Idaho… " If you don't know what that means, go out and get a copy of the B-52's "Wild Planet," adjust the volume so you can hear the lyrics, and give it some thought. As long as we keep living in "our own private Idaho," we will be continually oppressed by those outside the scene. Rockers also "hear the beat of a different drummer"-it's just that instead of stepping we're bopping, hopping and slamming to the music we hear.
GAG ME WITH A …
I love gags and use them with every guy who services my needs. I don't like small talk and the sooner I can stifle my bottom. the better. Frankly I am not looking for intellectual stimulation. I want control and sexual release. My biggest disappointment with Drummer has been the lack of gag coverage. There are a hell of a lot of guys like me who enjoy hearing their bottoms moan rather than bitch about tight ropes. Any talk that goes on comes from me as a sexual turn-on. One of the best photos you had waş of a guy from Texas, dressed in a suit with a necktie gag. Hot stuff for us gag enthusiasts who would like to do that to some banker-type. I've used almost every possible variation on the form: handkerchiefs, neckties, bandannas, nylons , leather strips, belts, dildo gags, scarves, socks, jocks, surgical tape, packing tape, binding tape, Ace bandages, ball gags, leather wedges (the type in a hood), sashes from robes… How about a photo layout soon on the varieties?
C.D. Minneapolis, MN
Ed: Photosets of Mr. Drummer 1986 Mike Murray are now vailable from Desmodus. See ad on page 31.
JUST LOOKING
The main thing I like about your magazine is that the guys look real. They are all ages, sizes, shapes, colors and what-have-you . The unfortunate thing about most of the guys in leather that are pictured is that the "California look" dominates. Not everybody is a body builder. I like muscles just as much as the next guy, but in real life some of the hottest sexiest numbers strut around with big beer bellies, and a lot of them are bikers or wear some leather. They're usually bluecollar average loes who work hard for a living, and I for one would like to see some magazine devote a photo-spread to studs with big bellies-real daddy types.
I like the cover of Drummer 105 with The Barbarians. One thing I miss from Drummer is spreads on uniforms. Would it be possible for Drummer to cover contests like "Mr. New York's Finest"? Those cops are hot! Or some guys from pro wrestling. They are the biggest, toughest , meanest daddy studs I have seen. Perhaps a sports column might appeal to a lot of guys. Not everyone sits around waiting for old Joan Crawford movies on TV.
I've never worn leather or even had a friendship with anyone who does, except for one ex-biker who is now a minister (he's also one of those big-gutted types I mentioned earlier). And while I don't care for a lot of the more far-out attitudes and ideas that some leathermen have, I do enjoy looking at the pictures. Also guys like Sailor Sid and his "constructive criticism " (Drummer 105) are full of it. He doesn't want variety, he wants conformity.
Minneapolis, MN
Ed.: Virtually everything you are asking for is in the works. Mike Murray's cop in Drummer 106 was first-more uniforms will follow. Scott Masters (remember his great "Five in the Training Room" story) will soon be contributing a series on "Sadism in Sports," and we also have in the works pieces on pro wrestlers and on biker-types into playing in the mud. Now if we can just get Domino to do some illustrations! -AFD
WEST TEXAS MEMORIES
This is to thank Tim Barrus for the great story in Drummer 103 entitled "Chevne," I thought it was the best fiction article in that issue, and one of the best ever printed in Drummer.
The accurate presentation of small-town attitudes and lifestyle brought back memories of my own earlier years. I found the depiction of prejudice to fit with my
memories of my own earlier years. I found the depiction of prejudice to fit with my memories of West Texas.
In the ninth grade the "bad" boy of my class picked me as an ally to help him with the impossible requirements of the academic task. Like the character who was infatuated with Cheyne, I was one of the 'goodies' who could be counted on to know a subject from a verb, and to be able to make them match! My 'bad boy' had achieved most of his growth by age 15. and when he would bend over my desk to ask a question, I could smell the forbidden tobacco odor on his breath. It was hard for me to pay attention to his question when what I was most fascinated with was the protrusions beneath his skin-tight white T-shirt in the middle of his well-developed pecs. His biceps filled the sleeves of his shirt. His sweat was not disguised with deodorant.
One day the PE coach teased him about his nipples and tweaked one, asking, "Is that really you?" Then same coach beat his ass with a wooden paddle for being insubordinate.
We went our separate ways when junior high was over and I went on to the 'good' high school. So I never knew anything more of what happened to the first tough guy I had a crush on.
In his story, Mr. Barrus weaves a thread of romance and lust and young male 'down-home' realism that picked up the strands of a fantasy which, in the ninth grade, I was only starting. "Cheyne" was perfectly written. The night was moonless and "bible-black" when the straight man reaffirmed his love for his friend, not caring who might see them. All right!
M.M. Murray, UT
ATTITUDINALIZING AN OPINION
Thanks for Mr. Karr's review of Shave-slave in Drummer 102. The praising hot points were good, strong reaction of the kind I like and the fault-finding was not without basis. Though each man will differ as to whether some things were as worth bothering finding fault as the reviewer says. Well, that's his opinion.
I take exception to his opinion as to the issue of politics of verbal abuse. Admittedly not everyone has a high degree of consciousness about what they do, nor are we assured that everyone chooses health when he can tell the difference. Nevertheless, I believe that the acceptance of an S / M lifestyle is part of self-knowledge and human understanding and insight—at least by predisposition.
Calling someone a pussy, mocking them, fantasizing (by both partners) that the bottom is being forced (raped, after a fashion)—these are fairly universally hot things and, among those overtly practicing S / M, apt to be frequently explored and commonly practiced. Nevertheless, Tops and bottoms are usually friends before and after the act (if social contact is maintained at all) and often show much mutual respect once out of the fantasy.
In Shaveslave, Master Al is not making any disguise about being gay or into S / M. Lee Baldwin's character is. He espouses judgmental pseudo-straight attitudes while reading as the far less stereotypical masculine of the two. In short, his repressive attitude toward himself is what the first minutes of the picture are about, right down to his yuppie tie.
It is his own straight pose which is being mocked and debased and broken down. First his helplessness to disguise his hard-on at being abused and later his hungry pursuit of it make the underpinning not antigay, but a dramatizing of the liberating of gay (bottom, in this case) feelings from the guilt imposed by outward societal attitudes. His true gay self was being debased, now the mental chains that oppressed it are being debased.
Humiliation, domination-submission, these are all integral parts of those intangible and almost undefinable sexual mechanisms . S / M is politically threatening to the dictatorially oriented because it brings these things into the light and offers the potential to defuse their shackling effects on political life by channeling them into Eros to be enjoyed rather than remaining bogeymen of fear and guilt.
The character is not being "reduced' to gay activity" but having his straight attitud-inalizing reduced to rubble, and then the gay activity flows.
Karr's description of the hot parts could not have been more ball-tingling.
A.L. Address Unknown
FANTASY COMPANY
As the old saying goes, "it pays to advertise" is very true. Several months ago I ran a single ad in your Dear Sir section and, much to my surprise, the large number of replies I received has really helped me to meet a select group of guys that share my limited if not shunned interest in safe scat scenes. Drummer is a great publication offering a wealth of information for everyone into leather and S / M without the feeling of being put down or rejected.
I hate to admit it, but once again I need your help because I have exhausted all my sources. In response to my ad in Drummer I received a free one-hour tape from a company called B & K Fantasies with no return address. Most of the tape dealt with piercing, shaving and hot wax, but the final part was devoted to scat. I would like to contact them not only to thank them for the tape, but also to see what other tapes they may have for sale.
If you don't have their address on file, I can only hope that very soon they will seek out your publication for advertising.
New York, NY
Ed.: Readers, can you help this guy out? Is anyone from B & K Fantasies out there? Send us the information. <math>-IFT</math>
COVER STORY
Congratulations on the high quality of the art work found in Drummer, particularly issue 102 with the poses of International Mr. Leather Scott Tucker. The photography and model are stimulating artistically and sexually.
Sir, it would please my Master, as well as myself, if you could obtain copies of the cover and photo at the bottom of page 7 that are suitable for framing and displaying in our recreational room. If there is any charge, please let me know.
T.R. Pittsburgh, PA
Ed.: Covers can be carefully removed from an issue and framed. Extra copies are $4.95 each. These photos are by noted San Francisco photographer Robert Pruzan. You may contact him through us regarding copies. -AFD
AUTHENTIC FETISH
I read Larry Townsend's huffy response to the ex-Marine in Leather Notebook (Drummer 98) and then the very sensible letter on the subject by M.C. in the Malecall section of Drummer 100. It bothers me that Larry, one of the most respected sources of information in the S / M community, shows so little understanding of the needs of real S / M men (and please hold your temper, Mr. Townsend, until I can explain what I mean by that). I use the term "real" in the literal sense of men wanting full dominance / submission relationships rather than pick-up-a-trick-and-play -let's-pretend. I've dragged lots of guys home from the bars, assigned them their role for the night, and gone through the standard whacking and posturing. That's fine for the men who turn on to that, but a lot of us have discovered that we want more.
Specifically, I want a man to surrender control of his life to me because I have earned his loyalty and respect with whatever wisdom and strength I possess. If either of us have to use the facades of
attitude or ego, it won't work. As Michael Grunbly said in Hard Corps, "The essence of a fetish is its authenticity." A number of us are looking for sincere, vulnerable, enthusiastic men who want to submit to us in return for the training, direction and sense of belonging we are capable of offering. Young (and not-so-young) warriors need chieftains. But a true chieftain isn't a bragging showoff. He is a man who can back up his words with common sense, personal ethics and a willingness to stand alone if necessary. A true chieftain doesn't try to lead. Men follow him because of the quality of his example.
Unfortunately, we live in a society where wisdom, ethics and courage mean little. Many, probably most, of the men who have developed the inner qualities necessary to take a dominant role in the lives of other men lack the financial resources needed to take full charge of trainees. And there is no leather tribe out there to support this. We pull together to fight any outside attack, such as AIDS or VD, but we make no provisions for the overall maintenance and continuance of our lifestyle. A tribe that does not see to the education and welfare of its young is drifting toward extinction. The young ex-Marine who sparked this whole dialogue is sripe and ready for a man with inner strength and direction to break and train him. The likelihood of him finding that man is tragically small. We never built reality into our system.
Buy your script from a magazine stand, your leather off the rack in an image store. then head on down to your local watering hole to parade and posture with the other dudes who are parodying the men of their dreams. Some of us are taking the risks of trying to become those real men and we are only interested in guys who also want to be all that they can be.
Several fantasy "boot camps" and "training quarters" have come and gone but, to the best of my knowledge, no effort has been made to set up training cadres. Educational organizations such as GMSMA and Janus Society have tried to approach this concept, but they tend to attract groupies and petty power-junkies more than stable teachers.
Any move to create such a training center would require talented leadership, access to the wisdom and resources of the community, and solid financial backing. The chance of any one man possessing all three is all but nonexistent. For over a decade I have watched Leather turn to fashion turn to habit turn to boredom. Yet there is an untapped energy in Leather that gives it a certain glory even in its present state of disarray.
If anything positive is going to be done to further the evolution of our lifestyle, then men like you, Larry, are going to have to set aside the luxury of bitchiness and make some effort to draw men of like Dane Leathers minds together.
CARING IS SHARING
I need feedback. Recently I received a letter from a guy who, like myself, was into a heavy boot scene. Unfortunately, his action was either too heavy or mixed with another scene I wasn't into, I almost threw the note out after dropping him a line stating "Thanks, but no thanks!" Oh well, it happens.
The next week, while reading more ads and jerkin' off, I came upon an ad from a guy who would happily have jumped (maybe) at the chance to meet my letter writer, I dropped him a note explaining the situation and then reforwarded the letter with another note of introduction to the new ad. You know, they clicked and are arranging for a get-together.
I felt so damn good! It only cost me a few minutes more time and two more stamps. Sharing is really a good feeling! Is this a good idea? Feedback please! There must be a lot of guys who just don't get replies. Its a nice way to share my good fortune.
IP Freeport, NY
Ed.: If you wish to get involved with matchmaking, what I would consider "proper" would be when an ad is seen that corresponds with a fetter writer you already have contact with, send the ad to the "known" person and let them take the next step. Forwarding a letter sent to you to some "unknown" person is in "bad <math>-JET</math> taste."
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WHO IS JERKING WHO?
This is to respond to the letter from I.D. of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, printed in Drummer 103. Has it ever occurred to I.D. that the reason he goes home alone so often could be that he's an asshole?
For the balance of this letter I have assumed that J.D. of Milwaukee, Wiscon-sin is also Jay who has a Drummer ad, and Frustrated, Milwaukee (Leather Notebook , Drummer 86). What are the odds against there being three persons in Wis-consin wanting animal training, at least two of them having the same first initial, and at least two of them living in the same city? I feel fairly safe thinking that this is one person. If I am wrong I apologize to J.D. and Frustrated, but evidence leads me to believe that they are all one and the same.
In October of 1984 I responded to Jay's ad, which I had seen in Drummer 76. Jay responded with a short letter asking several questions. I consider it quite significant that the letter had no return address. I answered Jay's questions as best I could and sent it through his Drummer box, again. I received no reply.
Then I read the letter from Frustrated,
Milwaukee, in the Leather Notebook, I was slightly pissed off when I read "The few people I've discussed this with think I'm perverted, or maybe not sincere." The only thing that led me to doubt his sincerity was his lack of response to my second letter. Even the omission of the return address could have been a mistake (a stupid mistake but, I was willing to believe, an honest one).
I made no response at that time, being busy with other things (such as training the slave / pet that I had acquired in response to my ad). But now the letter from LD. in Drummer 103.
If he is going to make a hobby of writing to Drummer to complain about the responses to his ad, I wanted you to have both sides. J.D. claims that in response to his ad he got "… JO letters and curiosity hounds, and gays who waste my time."
I would like to know which one of us you feel is jerking off?
A.B. Tucson, AZ
STEVE COLE FAN
I saw a previous series of photos of Steve Cole in another mag's spread. He was great to look at. It is a regret that your montage of photos was so limited. He is one of the best men that Drummer has given us to see. It is too bad that we could not have more of him.
While Steve Cole comes across as a dominating personality, will we ever get to see him restrained a la Zeus "Men in Bondage." To see Steve Cole straining against ropes with beads of sweat rolling down his stumbled face and down his muscular, hairy chest would drive anyone
into a sweat of his own. I better stop. I'm driving myself crazy.
Now that I have calmed down some, thank you for the cover photo, thank Jim Moss for the chance to see Steve Cole again, and please, please can we see more of him?
I.K. Oceanside, CA
Ed.: You will be seeing more of Steve Cole in this issue of Drummer. Jim Moss took many photos. So hold on-more will come. As for seeing him tied up and straining-how I wish! Particularly if I get to do the tieing. I'll have to talk to the men of Zeus. Perhaps we can do a cooperative shoot with Steve as we did with Mike <math>-AFD</math> Murray!
DRUMMER NOVICE
On a recent trip to the local magazine store I discovered your magazine Drummer . Since I had never seen the magazine before, I picked it up and was looking through it—curiosity—when a chap nearby suggested in a very firm voice that I purchase it. It is because of that command that I am writing this letter and also that I am unsure if I should be thanking you or cussing you.
The man that had made the remark was about my age and build, except that, dressed in the leather vest and Levi's, it was obvious that he was more muscular. Looking at him, I said something about it not being my style or turn-on, and he responded by saying that was because no one had properly explained it to me.
I admit that I was intrigued by him and by what I had already seen in the pictures of the magazine, and I bought it. Then he and I went across the way and had a cup of coffee, during which we talked about leather, Levi's, bondage and discipline. He suggested that I come up to his place and he'd show me some of his equipment. Inside, I knew what he meant, and my gut told me to say no, but I said ves.
When we walked into his apartment and he locked the door behind us, I knew that I was going to be completely under his control. I was by now a bit apprehensive , no, scared. My usual scenes were more loving sessions ending with mutual satisfaction. Bondage, discipline, humiliation , pain, etc., were not a part of my background and I was unsure exactly how, if or what to expect and equally unsure if I wanted to participate, but his firm, unwavering , commanding tone made me want to stay-with him.
After a beer, he told me to stand in the center of the room and strip, slowly, and I did as told. After I had stripped, he gave me a thorough once-over. All the while he kept making comments of disgust about how out-of-shape I was and how I had let myself go, etc.
He took me into another room, had me put restraints on my ankles and wrists. From this point on he started to play rough. I was completely under his control. He attached my ankles and wrists to the legs and corners of a table so that I was bent at right angles at the waist, my ass spread out. He yanked on my cock and balls, slapped and paddled my ass. Then told me to fist my meat.
When we finished, he took me back into the living room, told me to take off all his equipment and get dressed. I ached so bad it took a bit of effort. He told me to leave, and I was quite anxious to do so. I left right away. My pain was second to my desire to get out of there. I walked, nearly ran, the couple of blocks to my car. I was halfway home when I realized he had my magazines.
What bothers me is not so much what has happened, but that I want to go back and let him mangle my ass again. I find myself breathing hard when I think of him. I am a mass of nerves, I fear what I am getting into-and the thought that I might enjoy it.
R.C. Chicago, IL
ONE MAN'S CRAP IS ANOTHER MAN'S TURN-ON
I buy Drummer for the same reason I buy Mach. The stories—the one-arm reading! I don't buy Drummer to look at thirty pages littered with boys and crap from Texas!
Let's have more stories in Drummer and less of this crap!
S.R. Santa Rosa, CA
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Thanks for a really excellent magazine. I usually derive great pleasure and "stimulation " from reading Drummer, but one that I have seen only recently (a way-back issue-Drummer 74-May '84) had me hard and drooling within seconds.
The article I refer to is "Cigar Studs"! I am ultra-turned-on by cigars and men who smoke them. I like nothing better than a session with one or several cigar-smoking males, so you can imagine my delight in seeing this spread!
Please, can you supply me with information on clubs for men into cigars? Thanks, and keep up the good work. Drummer is way ahead …
CS. Sydney, Australia
Ed.: I am aware of two clubs for cigar-smoking men. Cigar Studs, PO Box 15344, San Antonio, TX 78212 and Hot Ash, PO Box 20147, London Terrace Station, New York, NY 10011. Happy puffin'. —JET
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t rise, darkness, stillness, quiet. A dim green light fades through green curtains at an upstage window. The small hotel apartment is long and low and linear, white and expressionless. A kitchenette sits in an up-right alcove by the door. A bathroom sits down left. It is suggestive, without walls, not a part of the room. The rest of the furniture, and open convertible sofa and a table and chairs, sits awkwardly between the confines of the room proper and the constellation of white porcelain.
Despite its stark modesty, the room has an unholy feel to it. Beneath thin paint and cheap fabric twitches an insidious energy—depravation and lust! I can feel it! The walls run slick and sticky. The bed is soggy and warm.
That's me. In the corner. Over here, I'm waiting for him to come home.
What shall I tell you about myself? What is there to tell really ? about anybody? Let me show you instead.
Here, let me open up my body to you. Off with the shirt-there ! I'm slim, but well-defined. Lightly haired. Not bad. My long purple nipples hang out here—and here.
Off with the jeans. There we go … ! I'll bend over just a little and let you look up my chute… Then there's this! My cock. And these! My balls. I like to pull on them and squeeze them.
So here's my body. Now [III open up my soul to you—No! Headlights at the window! They grow brighter and brighter, then go off just outside the window. My heart jumps. It begins to race. My stomach flutters, then knots. Panic. Hot. Clammy. A car door s ams.
Breathe, goddamnit! One, two-like they showed you at the hospital. One, two—breathe! Three. Four. I wait a few seconds, an eternity. An apartment door opens, then shuts—but not this door.
"Shit," I say aloud. Breathe—one, two—aw! forget it. Why breathe now?
I pace around a little. I feel like a tiger in a cage. A circus tiger. How long? When is it time for me to perform?
Will he be happy to see me? I begin to panic again. One, I breathe. Two, Three. Four. Will he be ready?
What an enormous, empty room! Barely anything to suggest that he lives here at all. The green from the curtains gives my reflection in the mirror a ghastly hue. Green, prickly skin. I smoothe it. "Alien," I say, and I laugh.
A coffee cup. "World's Greatest," it says on it. But it doesn't say world's greatest "what."
The letter. There it is on the table in its envelope, refolded and tucked away—as if someone might read it. It's addresssed to John Jones. That's what he's going by these days.
I open it up. "Mr. Jones," it begins, "May peace and love be with you always.
'We gratefully accept your commitment to join us in our worldwide brotherhood. Hunger and ignorance will be lessened by your hand. Please report to Earlton at your earliest convenience . We look forward to greeting you.
"Eternally, Brother Earl."
And a picture of Earl, Fat. Pink, Puffy, Serious,
Can he be serious, too?
Yes! Of course! What an idiotic question. The places I've found him—! Teaching school. Studying philosophy. At a commune out West! In some small town doing absolutely nothing at all but dreaming and denying and smiling at passersby on the street. And now to Earlton and who-knows-where to do who-knows-what?
I pace some more. Maybe I should go. I could slip out the window. I have other places to go, haven't I? "Haven't I?" I shout, trying to convince myself of something that isn't true. "Why should I waste my time with him?"
I look into the bathroom. It's sparkling white. It calms me, I sit on the edge of the tub for a moment, then stand. I flip up the lid of the toilet to take a whiz.
Then time stops. The room begins to swirl. My heart begins to Bam! [×3+] The world dissolves and melts away around the swirling center. I stare at it.
It reaches up out of the toilet like a tentacle—a long crooked turd. Its base is thick and convoluted, as if cultivated in much too small a space, layer after layer pressured together. As it lengthens it tapers and grows smooth and lighter in color. It curves up, then continues this way and that, then curves up again to a firm, conical tip.
The basin of the toilet is dry. The turd is a perfect shape. Unbroken, beginning to harden. I check the plumbing. The water has been shut off. It's ready. It's waiting.
Bam! Bam! The sound of my heart in my ears—in the room-it's deafening. The swirling toilet is nauseating. But somehow, in this moment of incredibility and insanity, I feel something that makes me smile. Something comfortable. A 'same again.'
I'm sick. I'm going to be sick, It beckons at me like the gnarled hard-on of obscenity itself. It wants to be licked, sucked, suckled. I stick my head into the toilet-No! A jangle of keys! A key in the door knob! It's him!
I hurry back to my corner again. Breathe! Breathe! One, Two. Three. Four.
He enters. He carries a paper sack, which he places on the kitchenette counter, and from which he pulls a six pack of cheap
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beer. One. Two-doesn't he hear me breathing?
He opens a beer and drinks. He finishes it in several gulps, then opens another. He carries it and the rest of the six across the room to the table.
What shall I tell you about him? His lips are full and red and quiver. His eyes are wide and implore. What, again, is there to tell about anybody? His eyes flash at me with unutterable anger and contempt—at something he doesn't understand. His lips twist in frustration. What does any of it really matter?
It's a hot night. He pulls off his shirt. He's slim, but well-defined . He ripples in soft shadow, like an unreal thing. Blond hairs dance across his chest. Dark nipples stick out through them and point across the room.
He finishes his second beer. He opens a third. He begins to sip instead of gulp. He picks the letter up from the table. He reads it silently to himself. He gulps his beer again, then stares off into space …
It's time for me to talk to him now. Excuse me …
"John?" His eyes grow wide, and he looks intently at nothing in front of him as if I were over there. "Over here, John."
He turns. "How did you find me?"
"I'm always with you."
"You are not!"
"I am!"
There is a long silence between us. John fidgets and makes a whimpering sound.
"Drink another beer," I suggest at last. "Let's get you good and drunk."
"No!" he says, doing as I suggest, gulping down his beer and opening another one.
"I haven't been invited over in a while, John, It was Sam then, wasn't it, or Frank?" No response. "How have you been?" No response. "We were at that public toilet at some bus station,
"No." Barely a whisper.
"You stood in the middle of the room in front of the mirror, remember?"
'No."
"It was very, very early. No one was around."
"No!" Louder, now.
"You laid out four fat turds right there on the floor, remember -- ?"
"No!"
"You watched them come out of your hole, stretching it, straining to see, one by one, like a dog-!"
"No! Shut up! Shut up!" He's screaming now.
"You saved for days, didn't you? Out they slide, by the pound!"
"No!!!"
"I know. I was watching."
"That wasn't me! It was you … !"
"But you walked away. You walked out on them—on us—me." We are silent again. "How long, John, did you save up this time?"
He looks up, startled. "I-" he begins, but stops. I'm already walking to the bathroom. He watches me. I stare down into the toilet. He closes his eyes. He bangs at his head with his hands. "Noooo." A long low whimper.
I nod at the toilet, then John. I smile admiringly. "What a beauty!" I say.
"Please!"
The room begins to swirl again. My heart thumps. Bam! Bam! Bam! His enormous exquisite turd beckons me again. I fall to my knees and embrace the bowl.
"No! No!" John chants. His breath comes heavily. One. Two Three. He tears open his letter and begins to read aloud. "Dear Mr. Jones—
"Yes," I sputter at that incredible turd.
"May peace and love—
"Yes! Yes!" Closer! Closer!! Saliva drips from my mouth. My tongue is inches away.
"Noooo!!!" John screams. "Stop!!!"
I stop, I look at him.
"It's—wrong!!!" he shouts. He stutters and grimaces. He's never seemed guite so attractive.
I reply quietly, "But you want me to do it."
"Not-vet!"
Oh. I stand, still staring at him. He's buying time.
That's okay. "But, John-?"
"What?"
"You're going to pay dearly for it … "
John stares at me. Expressions crawl quickly across his face. Fear, Confusion, "What do you want?" Expectation, Anger, Disgust. And in the middle of it all, something like a smile.
"Let's start with this." I grab my cock and, walking toward him, I offer it to him. He stands and drops his jeans. I walk past him to the bed. "Come here." He follows me. He lies down on his back, then brings his legs up and over. His own long cock dangles invitingly above his face. He reaches for it with his tongue.
I laugh quietly, sadly. "A little out of practice, eh? John, you're confused. I'm here, remember?" He lets his legs drop, then rolls onto his stomach. I put my cock against his mouth. Even so, he can barely reach. He chews at the head with his lips. Juices flow and drool down his face.
"Tell us a story," I say. "A good one." He stops and looks up at me. I fall next to him on the bed. I begin to chew on the head of his cock with my lips. With the tip of a finger I tease his hole.
"It was late at night," he begins. "I had to-had to-
"John," I quietly admonish.
"-do it!" he finishes.
"Good."
"You bent your body over my face. You put your hole right there over my face. I could see it in the mirror."
"Yes."
"You had just shaved it."
"You had just shaved it."
"It's purple and round—no, oval. An oval patch of purple skin, wrinkly, like a raisin, but at the same time smooth and slick, like purple lips. It quivered."
"Yes."
"I felt a hot blast of air against my face. From your stinking hole, damn you!" I laugh. John makes the same noise I do, but he's crying, "Then it began. Your hole puckered and opened around a huge brown lump. It grew fatter and longer and fatter. I opened my mouth. It plunked in and fell crooked, resting against the back of my throat. It reached up and out, how far-?"
"A foot," I suggested.
"-yes, a foot, curving over my ear. I smushed one end against the roof of my mouth. It creamed like a chocolate candy. You guided the other end until I-I swallowed it-
"-all-"
"-whole-"
"Good, John. Why did you tell us that story?"
"A second squish clung to your hole. I wanted to lick it away-"
"Why tell us, John-?"
"But I couldn't reach-"
"Oh, yes. I see—"
"I couldn't reach!" He grabs me by the hair and stares into my face. "I couldn't reach! Don't you see?"
"You're telling the wrong person."
"I-but-" John stares dumbly into space, as if trying to remember something he doesn't know. He'll never know.
It angers me. What a stupid creature. The nights I've waited, the months, years even, to come out into this world, and this is what—who—I get. "Imbecile." I twirl around and bring the back of my hand crashing against the front of John's face. He howls in pain and grabs his nose with both hands. "Is it broken?"
"No."
"Bleeding?"
"No." He checks to make sure.
"Too bad." What an absolute idiot, I think to myself. I want to
tell him, but he hears me. He knows. And he begins to cry. I let him
I leave him for the moment. I pace a little, looking back at him and shaking my head. He watches me, sniveling like an unwanted child. A stupid match, the two of us. Somebody made a stupid mistake. I'd cry too, if I could, but it's not my nature.
I want to do something to him, I want to hurt him. I want to make him pay.
There has to be something around here somewhere. I open the drawers of the kitchenette and look for anything. Forks and spoons. And a butcher knife. I pull out the knife and point it at John. I lower it to my balls. John hides his head in the blanket. "I'm thinking," I say. But no-too drastic.
A tool box. I open it up. I grab a few things, then return to him. "No use trying to hide, John." I pull the blanket away from him and throw it on the floor. I kneel over him on the bed.
Two crescent wrenches, a pair of needlenose pliers and me. "I'll tell a story now," I say. I pull on one of his long, purple nipples, then the other. They're scarred white with abuse. I twist one wrench, then the other, crimping them firmly. He screams. They dangle from his chest.
"There was once a young man—" I begin.
"Here's your dildo, John," I interrupt myself. I pull his legs up and with one stroke I bury my cock deep inside him. He howls.
"The young man," I continue, "had a best friend. They were more than friends, more than brothers. It was like they were the same person." I stick the pliers into my mouth to wet them, then insert them up the hole in John's cock. I pull on the phlanges. John's cock heaves open. It drools. I lock the pliers into place.
"But his friend had a problem," I whisper. "Or so people said. He drank, maybe, or looked at funny pictures. He did dogs, hell, I don't care." I pull on the wrenches. I twist them. I slap the pliers. I thrust. Ah! Ah! John's hole churns in agony. He writhes.
"But this friend with a problem liked John. He really did. He was understanding. Tolerant. Patient. He waited and waited to see
John. But-do you know what? John tried to snuff him. No help. No understanding in return. And John likes to help people, doesn't he? School children, neighbors, the starving in who-knows -where?" Another couple of twists, a slap, a thrust. Aahhh!
"'But, no, snuff you!' John says. 'It's for your own good!' But, John!" I say with another crashing blow to the face, "I am your own good!"
Aaahhhh! A hot white rush escapes from his gaping cock hole. It pours down the pliers. John shudders and sweats and stares up at me. He looks like a fresh corpse, his eyes and mouth wide open. I fall forward and we embrace. We'd kiss-if we could.
Moments pass, quickly, slowly. I remove the pliers and kiss his cock. It trickles, white and red.
Then yellow. He lets it piss into our mouth, furiously, achingly, It splashes and splatters and soaks the bed. After it stops John rolls onto his side and stares at the floor.
"Why do we do this to ourselves?" he whispers.
"You do it, John. I just-help."
"It's so wrong." He shakes his head pitifully. "So, so wrong." He looks at me, His eyes widen. A budding childlike expression of absolution flitters across his face. "Are you—sure?" he asks.
"Aren't you?" I grin at him. He smiles. I tousle his hair. Then I smear my hands through the thick white fluid clinging about his abdomen and thighs. I return to my corner and smear the slick mess across the walls …
John stands after a moment, the wrenches hanging from his long, purple nipples and banging against his chest. He walks to the bathroom. I watch.
The room, the light, are blinding white. The heat. The stench. The room swirls. His heart beats. Bam! Bam! I can hear it.
He kneels in front of his obsession. His face is frozen in fascination. He lowers his head to it. It's crusty-hard against his
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A gigantic triangle, a symbol of both gay sorrow and gay pride, will be part of the culture of Amsterdam this fall. Work has begun on setting up the world's first monument to homosexuals—a homo-monument -in memory of gay men and lesbians persecuted over the centuries, so reports Deutsche Press Agentur.
The triangle shape memorializes gays who were forced to wear pink triangles on their clothing under the Nazi dictatorship in Germany. The monument will cost $180,000, half from state funds and the other half from concert proceeds.
FACE UP OR FACE DOWN
For the first time, gay and lesbian issues have taken center stage at the 13th annual School on Addiction Studies/ second annual Conference on Mental Health sponsored by the University of Alaska, Anchorage , and the Alaska Department of Health and Social Services.
"Chemical dependency is an epidemic in our community," lesbian therapist Ellen Ratner told the 500 psychologists, social workers and other mental health professionals who had come from across the U.S. "At least one in ten of your clients is homosexual and they deserve the same quality care that you provide to heterosexuals. Pretending they are straight is not a treatment; it's a mistreatment," she added.
Lesbians and gay men are likely to fail on conventional treatment programs, according to Ratner. She explained that few gay people are able to talk about relationships, sex, fear of AIDS, gender identity or other key issues in a hostile and unaccepting environment.
Gay / lesbian treatment programs are essential, Ratner said. "Study after study reveals that one in three homosexuals is dependent on alcohol or another drug. Often we can only meet one another in bars or other alcohol-centered settings and our addictive behavior is constantly reinforced. Once we have met one anoth- er, we are told that our relationships and our feelings of love are worthless. Often we believe that and treat ourselves as people without value, people who can be addicted to drugs because it doesn't matter what we do with our lives," she added.
Confidentiality is a key issue in any chemical dependency program. It becomes crucial when dealing with gay people, according to Ratner, "Because there is so much discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation , records and charts must be coded and kept on a very limited-access basis. AIDS-related hysteria means that medical records are particularly sensitive ."
Ratner based much of her advice on her experience in setting up Pride Institute, the nation's first in-patient facility devoted exclusively to treating gay men and lesbians with alcohol or other drug dependencies . She also serves as president of the National Lesbian and Gay Health Foundation and is a long-time activist in health issues.
Ratner has compiled an extensive list of resources for gays struggling with addictions and for the mental health professionals treating them. Referrals, materials and information are available by calling Ratner or her staff at Pride Institute. The telephone number is (800) 54- PRIDE (in MN, AK or HI, 612- 934-7554) and is staffed 24 hours a day by trained counselors .
BORDER PROBLEM
West Germany has got itself into a muddle over AIDS, according to The Economist. Its border police have balked at an order from the interior ministry, Friedrich Zimmermann, to turn back foreigners suspected of carrying the virus. This is not because the border policemen disapprove of the order (though they well might), but because they recognize that they cannot properly carry out the order without submitting all visitors to a blood test, which seems impossible.
Mr. Zimmermann's order looks like an attempt to impose Bavarian standards on the whole country. He is a member of Bavaria's Christian Social Union, the most conservative partner in West Germany's center-right coalition. The CSU is about to start so tough an AIDS chase in Bavaria that some members of the opposition in the federal parliament have called it the "AIDS star" program-a reference to the yellow star the Nazis made lews wear.
The border policemen have been trying to find a way to shelve the Zimmermann order without openly rejecting it. Since they got no detailed instructions from the interior ministry on how to decide whether foreigners pose an AIDS risk, their chief in Ko-blenz has said that policemen cannot act on their own initiative but should refer any suspicions to federal headquarters.
NO OBSCENITY IN OREGON
An Oregon Supreme Court decision on obscene materials effectively eliminates obscenity laws in that state, according to an article by Nat Hentoff in the Village Voice. The court referred to the Oregon constitution's statement "No law shall be passed restraining the right to speak, write, or print freely on any subject whatever." Further , the court noted that there was only one anti-obscenity law in any of the original 13 colonies, a law that concerned anti-religious speech. However , the court did accept that obscenity could be regulated "in the interest of unwilling viewers … minors, and beleaguered neighbors." But, the court firmly added, "No law can prohibit or censor the communication itself."
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
Rep. Barney Frank, D-Mass., admitted to a reporter in an interview that he is gay. Frank now becomes the second openly gay person in Congress, joining Rep. Gerry Studds, D- Mass.
In another story, the death of Rep. Stewart McKinney of AIDS raised questions of his sexual preference, and the Washington Post reported that McKinney had had homosexual contacts. McKinney, married and probably bisexual, had wanted people to be told that he died of AIDS.
AIDS QUILT
Organizers of the Names Project have begun to assemble the "AIDS Quilt," a massive fabric tribute to Americans killed by the AIDS epidemic. Hundreds of cloth panels, each bearing the name of a single person lost to AIDS, are being collected and sewn into one vast quilt of names. Organizers of the project expect the quilt to eventually cover several city blocks and include thousands of individually created fabric panels.
Persons wishing to participate in the Names Project are urged to design and create panels of any light-weight, durable fabric measuring six feet by three feet held horizontally or vertically.
The quilt will be displayed across the Capitol Mall in Washington, DC on the morning of Sunday, October 11, 1987, the day of the National March for Gay and Lesbian Rights. Panels must be completed well before the September 15 deadline. Four to six weeks will be needed to sew the pieces together, travel and public displays.
Mail your quilt panels or tax-deductible donations toward production and transportation costs to the Names Project, PO Box 14573, San Francisco, CA 94114. For more information, call Mike Smith at (415) 863-0767.
EXCHANGING POWER
An S / M group called People Exchanging Power (PEP) was barred from the use of Common Bond, the lesbian and gay community center in Albu-querque , New Mexico. Several members of the steering committee for the center felt that PEP's purpose was beyond the scope of the center's purpose, and so that group should not be allowed to use the center. Some of the objections centered on PEP's largely heterosexual membership. The steering committee was almost evenly split on the issue, but at present PEP will not be permitted to use the center. PEP can be contacted at (505) 296-7564.
MULTI-FOCAL INFECTION
In Interview magazine, Dr. Mathilde Krim spoke of her theory that much of the AIDS problem may have occurred because many gay men received shots of gamma globulin for hepatitis, and that serum may have contained the AIDS virus because much of the blood collected for it was collected in Africa and the Caribbean . She based her theory on the rapid appearance of the virus in gay men, what she calls a "multi-focal infection." She states it is unlikely so many cases could have appeared at the same time if the disease had been transmitted from person to person.
ONE FOR OUR SIDE
The Swedish parliament passed a bill closing gay saunas and video clubs there, ostensibly because of AIDS. At the same time, a bill was approved that grants gay couples the rights available to heterosexual couples in common-law marriages . Under the new law, gay couples will have the right to sign leases as couples and the right to inherit property without a will. Additionally, the separation of property is regulated in the event the relationship comes to an end.
DALLAS DIRECTOR DENIES DIRT
The director of the Dallas Parks and Recreation Department has been placed on a paid leave of absence while he fights charges of indecent exposure and evading arrest. Jack W. Robinson was arrested after a police officer allegedly saw him in a restroom at a Dallas park with another man with their pants loosened.
As the officer was leading the two men to his patrol car, the pair allegedly ran and fled in their cars. Police reports show that the officer said he knew one of the suspects, Robinson. Internal police memos show that Robinson, 55, had been sighted by other officers in several parks where sexual activity was known to occur.
Robinson has denied the charges and said he was in church the morning of the incident.
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THE TROUGH by Adolf f all the rotten, fuckin' luck," Jim thought as he stripped off the last of his clothes and threw the skivvies onto the pile of army-issued threads strewn about his feet. The action caused his thick, meaty, white shaft to flop up and smack down again against his full and heavy nuts.
"Soldier of fortune, yeah, well, it was great while it lasted, but now it's over," thought the young, handsome blond.
Warily Jim glanced about the circle of ten prisoners, and at the guards—especially the guards. He felt his body begin to tighten up, a faint ripple of goose bumps began to spread across his hard, muscular body. "Got to stop shaking," he commanded himself, but the thought of the punishment inflicted upon prisoners terrified him.
"Castration, they are going to castrate me," his mind repeated again and again.
Jim remembered the warning issued during his training: "Capture," said an authoritative voice, "carries the punishment of castration."
Jim recalled that such a severe punishment had something to do with the screwed-up religious laws of this strange land. Nobody had stated the exact details of how the punishment would be administered, but the ten captives, each standing totally naked in this tropical paradise, had thousands of visions of ways they could suddenly and painfully become separated from their precious nuts.
Jim's thoughts were simply that someday someone would walk up to him and with one hand grab his balls and with the other hand, holding a razor-sharp knife, make one slice and then hand Jim his balls. The thought made the blond hunk begin to sweat-his body glistened.
"Oh, man, anything, anything but that," thought Jim. He automatically moved his hand around to cover his full, heavy nuts hanging long and low in the tropical heat. His nuts swayed slightly by his movement.
A guard picked up on the action and saw Jim fondling his distended cock.
"NO, NO, NO," the guard yelled and moved toward lim. The muscular, handsome, dark-haired young guard moved with the grace and speed of an animal and brought the point of his bayonet against Jim's thigh, just slightly below his hand, against the base of his golden nut sack.
"Oh, shit, this is it!" Jim moved back away from the razor-sharp blade and raised his right arm, fist clinched, prepared to fight to the death before he would let them mutilate his incredible body.
His mind flashed back-for twenty-five years he had been building his body; working out, then selling his golden, rippled torso and his fighting talents to the highest bidder. Bidder to buy a soldier of fortune, of course. And it had worked. He was hauling in twenty thou a month for fighting with these strange, wonderful, but brutal people.
People who had no hang-ups. Not one. Often had he let his body be used for every purpose of delight these wonderful people could devise, and he was amazed at the number of devices they had invented and had used on his body.
But now things were serious—real serious. With the words "NO, NO, NO" still ringing in his ears Jim braced himself as the other guards were on him and swiftly brought him to the ground.
Hard, lean, young guards-all darkly handsome with black, flashing eyes. Not as tall as Jim, but strong and well-built males who fought and fucked everything and everybody they could find. Men especially they liked. And most especially they liked captive males, because they knew what the law demanded in the
way of punishment, and it was a spectacle to behold.
But now Jim felt the strong, hard hand of the guards spreading his legs apart—wide apart, and his arms jerked into spread-eagled submission. He resisted as best he could as his legs and arms were pinned against the hot sand, while more hands grabbed his heavy meat and balls and began pulling them up and out away from his body.
"NOOOoooo, you motherfuckinsonabitches!" the words whistled out of Jim like high-pressured steam as he thrashed about on the hot, sandy earth. A hard squeeze on his nuts and a sharp slap calmed him down enough to see the sudden flash of a blade disappear toward his crotch.
"NO, NO, PLEASE," he begged, then spoke to them in their native tongue. "Stop, please, I'll fight for you. I'm an S of F, I'll fight
Jim locked eyes with the man holding the knife, "You should have joined us in the first place," he hissed. "Your nuts are mine!"
Again the blade disappeared and Jim threw back his head, his breath caught in his throat, waiting for the sudden, white-hot flash of pain that must surely be mandatory for such a cruel cut.
"STOP!" The word shot through Jim's mind like a cannon blast. The command was repeated in a voice demanding obedience.
Not one man moved, including Jim. He heard the soft swish of sand as the officer approached.
"You are not to touch any prisoner at this time. Let him up." The officer swung his riding crop in a high arc and brought it up between the spread legs of the guard holding the knife. The man recoiled in pain as he leaped away from Jim. The officer waved aside the beginning explanations by the guards of the intended threat made by the prisoner.
The guards melted into the background as Jim sprang to his feet
"ATTENTION," shouted the young officer, and Jim snapped to, eyes front but watching the young hunk from the periphery of his vision. The officer approached and stopped in front of the rigid, solid, muscular prisoner. Jim closed his eyes as he felt the officer capture his engorged shaft and solid balls, twisting his nut sack to inspect it for injury.
"Are you damaged?" asked the officer. "No, sir," Jim answered, "thank you, sir."
The young officer massaged the hefty meat between Jim's thighs, then lifted the full, heavy nuts; only to let them fall, and with a flick of his middle finger against the swinging balls, caused Jim to gasp in pleasure and his body to shudder. He could feel the sudden flooding of his shaft—the young officer noticed it also.
"Report to my quarters after you have been fed," he said as he squeezed and then released the semihard meat of the prisoner. Turning on his heel, the man left Jim aroused and alone.
Taking a huge breath of air, Jim looked down at himself and had a vivid memory of his dick getting hard while the guards were working him over and preparing to mutilate him. "Why," he wondered, "does the thought of being cut get me so excited?" He shook his head slowly as he moved back into the group of prisoners.
His dick was in that beautiful state where it was fully engorged with hot, pulsing passion, but not quite fully erect and hard. He moved among the prisoners, several of whom moved close around him, offering encouragement through eye contact and a firm pat on the shoulder and butt. Four or five more men moved close to him, and Jim felt a strong hand move across his thigh and onto his heavy, pulsing meat. The hand began pumping the strong shaft, and Jim sucked in his breath when he realized how aroused and hot he had become. His shaft sprang to life; a rock-hard, hot, heavy, blood-gorged, golden blush of meat, wanting to be serviced and desperate for release. "Please, please, just let me come one more time," he pleaded as he raised his eyes to the sky.
But it was not to be.
The guards, suspecting what was transpiring, moved in and the prisoners broke away from Jim, leaving him with a full hard-on and the swollen nuts whipping their load of hot cum into thick, white, whipped cream, churning, aching; desperate for release.
Jim could stand it no longer, and he grabbed his throbbing nuts. took a deep breath, then squeezed as hard as he could. He felt the nut pain flash through his body and into his conscious mind, and his body shuddered and his lungs jerked short, quick gulps of air -but it worked, and after a few seconds, his nuts began to behave. After the blast of pain, he once again became in control of his beautiful orbs hanging low and heavy between the thick, bush-covered thighs.
The sun was low against the blue ocean as he finished his chow he glanced toward the officer's quarters—time to go!
Slowly, Jim walked toward the officer's quarters. A thin film of sweat covered his body and as he walked along, his body glistened; the pale sunset reflecting the golden rise and hollows of his muscled body. He could feel the slow sensation flooding toward his cock in anticipation of what the evening would bring.
He mounted the steps, crossed the deck and knocked on the door.
'Enter," a voice commanded, a voice lim recognized.
The prisoner entered the quarters and in the dim twilight, he saw the officer.
Jim made a small gasp and sucked in his breath. The man was standing with legs spread and arms folded across his muscled chest, nips erect through the white T-shirt. The baggy pants outlined no massive basket, but the fly was standing out like the center pole of a tent. Jim saw the fabric jerk suddenly as the flesh pulsed against the fabric.
Jim slumped forward with desire as he looked at the young, dark, virile male.
"Attention." The word was said with almost affection, and Jim complied. The officer moved around Jim several times, never taking his eyes off the incredible body of the nude male. Jim's stance at attention brought out every detail of the golden body. His arms, seemingly at rest, were tight with controlled tension, magnifying his thick, strong arms; the chest sucked into a massive bulk, glorifying the muscled and rippled expanse of male torso curving down to a thin, narrow waist which only enhanced the mounds of butt meat arching out from the hard body. His cock was hard and his balls were low-swinging-waiting-wanting! He could not wait for this male hunk to touch him and for him to obey, then conquer! And that was exactly what Jim planned—or so he thought, until it hit him!
The riding crop touched the very tip end of his cock. Just the two tender lips closing the end-most portion of his shaft. The fact that it was wet with juice may have had some bearing on the fact that when the crop touched him, it was going a zillion miles an hour and at first, Jim thought the crop had simply removed the lips from the end of his dick. He whirled half around and dropped to his knees, grasping his cock and moaning with deep, gasping breaths, afraid to look at his cock and the damage sustained at the end. Bursts of pain crashed through his cock!
"ATTENTION," shouted the officer, his dark eyes flashing.
Jim could not believe his ears-attention, when he could hardly breathe without crashing pain exploding at the end of his cock. The riding crop again changed all of that. Tiny supersonic ticks against his body and then his nips and down his rippled chest and stomach and that super-sensitive area of the leg-groin area, and of course the cock and balls received their attention from the whistling leather.
Jim's mind froze in a blinding sheet of white-hot nicks of pain. Never did the crop land hard against his flesh—it only passed by with the speed of a rocket and the skill of a master as the tip lashed and laced his body with minute flecks of incredible agony.
Back braced, muscles screaming for relaxation, his body was a rigid sculpture of masculinity at its height of glory—a great, big, beautiful cock standing straight out from the perfect specimen and receiving the torture and punishment it deserved. Jim was two degrees from exploding his pent-up load across the room, screaming at the release.
Everything stopped! So suddenly did the action stop, that Jim, his body tensed back against the flailing of the riding crop, almost fell over backward, and he had to take a step to retain his balance.
As he thrust his hips forward to take the step, the officer dropped to his knees and swallowed Jim's shaft to the hilt! Jim felt the thick moustache slide down his shaft and not stop until the blond bush at the base of his cock locked into the thick, black moustache.
Pulling off the shaft, Jim heard the muffled threat, "If you come, I'll cut you!" and the mouth returned to its assigned task, slipping up and down the shaft while the tongue massaged the entire length and the lips pulled down a partial vacuum, letting the head of the engorged cock pop out, and the lips floated down the outside of the velvet meat and sucked up the meaty nuts. Jim's entire body shuddered and he pressed his nut sack deep into the hot mouth, forcing the nuts deeper into his throat. An animal cry stuck in Jim's chest as the sensation flooded up from his balls. Reading Jim's body language, the young officer released the nuts and slowly licked his way up the shuddering body until he was kissing Jim, tongues crossing back and forth like swords, both men trying to capture the other.
Holding Jim away from him, the young officer looked Jim in the eye, and, brushing his hand through the thick blond hair, he grabbed a handful of the thick mane and brought Jim's face close
"Tell me, Mr. Prisoner, when do you and your friends plan to escape?" and he moved his hips close against Jim.
The question threw Jim off and he licked his lips quickly. He had heard of such plans, but he did not know the details—he did not want to know.
"It is well known," continued the officer, "that an attempt will be made to rescue you and your friends before the castration can be performed. Tell me about it." He moved his hands over Jim's body.
"Śir," Jim began, then gasped as the officer crunched his balls in a firm, strong hand.
"I saved you from some very painful and permanent alterations ," he said, as he played with the swelling meat between Jim's legs.
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," Jim murmured, as he squirmed against the building pressure on his nuts.
"So, don't you think you owe me a favor, just a small favor?" A quick, hard squeeze, release and a second harder squeeze.
Jim resisted the reflex to jerk backward, away from the crushing pain. "Please, sir, I don't know," he whispered through his pain.
"Cooperate with me," the officer threatened. "I'm the only man here who can cut your nuts off, and let me tell you, I'll cut them off and have them sauteed and eat one while I feed you the other!"
'TALK," the officer hissed and the tall, lean young male squeezed Jim's nuts and began twisting them very slowly and deliberately; he had a pronounced purpose. As he pulled the sack of skin up and out from Jim's body, the prisoner arched his back and lifted himself onto his toes, a grimace of pain contorting his handsome face as he choked back a grunt of air.
"ATTENTION," the officer shouted, bringing his lips next to Jim's face. The pressure continued to squeeze and crunch the precious jewels.
As Jim snapped back into the proper position, he realized that the hands holding his balls did not move and the pain flashed up through his groin. He groaned deeply and heavily from the bottom of his chest.
"SILENCE," screamed the officer.
"Please," Jim gasped, his lips drawn back in agony with the pressure on his nuts. He could feel his cock swelling with hot lust.
"What's this?" asked the officer, as he moved his hand up from the nuts to the swelling cock. "Well, well, it seems we like the unusual. Is that true? Tell me, Mr. Prisoner, is it true that you like to have your cock and balls tortured—and perhaps have your balls cut off just as you shoot your load? Tell me, IS IT TRUE?" The officer twisted the half-hard cock viciously at the base.
Jim turned pale and dropped to his knees. The officer moved toward him. Jim had dropped his head gasping for air against the pain in his cock. He felt a hand grasp his hair and slowly raise his head.
The officer moved his crotch forward and buried his hot flesh against Jim's face.
Jim knew what to do. He pressed his mouth against the hard shaft bulging out from the fabric. His moisture moved through the thin cloth and touched the flesh. The officer groaned.
Jim moved his hands and grasped the firm, hard mounds and pressed the man harder against him.
"Yes, oh, yes," he moaned as Jim grasped the flesh with his teeth and lips.
The officer pushed back, easing Jim to the floor, never losing contact with the mouth. Jim was rock hard. His meat was jutting straight out from his body like a flagpole.
As Jim touched the floor the officer moved into a 69 position and again took Jim's cock to the base. Again he grasped Jim's nuts and began to knead them in the palm of his hand, gently pulling them away from his body, stretching them lower and lower.
Jim was fully hard and beginning to relax a bit, moving his hips slowly, thrusting the swollen head of his dick gently deeper into the man's throat. He received a deep-throated growl of approval from the officer.
Bringing his head up slowly, the officer bit down gently along the shaft, moving his tongue around and around the firm, hard flesh. Reaching the crown, he separated the delicate lips with his tongue, and turning his head slightly, he nibbled and pinched the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Jim sucked in huge lungs full of air, afraid to move, about to shoot his load from deep within his gut.
"Don't do it," said the officer, and he tugged at Jim's balls again, stretching them even further down the broad, muscled thigh. Desperate for something to divert his passion, Jim pulled the officer's shirt up and began rubbing the broad, muscled back. Slowly, Jim slipped the garment up over the man's head and off his arms.
"Christ, what a hunk," thought Jim as his eyes feasted over the form resting against him.
Raising himself slightly, Jim ran his hands down the broad back to a tight, narrow waist, pushing his fingers under the waistband of the pants and over the mounds of hard, hairy flesh of the man's mounds. Drawing his hands back up, he ran his fingers along the cleavage separating the two mounds.
The officer flexed the muscles of his buns several times, sending Jim a silent, but clear message.
Slowly, Jim moved around to remove the pants down over the buttocks—but then he saw the fly was still stretched straight out from the baggy pants. Jim ran his hand over the crotch and felt the head of a rigid cock thrusting from between the legs of the officer. Jim wrapped his hand around the horse-sized cock and began a slow jerk-off.
Feeling the pressure of Jim's hand and the fabric of the cloth rubbing against the swollen head of his dick, the officer felt himself losing control. Quickly he reached down and held Jim's hand perfectly still for a few moments. Jim could feel the pulsing cock, and he was afraid the guy was shooting off. Slowly, the cock stilled itself, and the officer loosened the top of the pants and Jim slowly slid the garment off.
Jim's eyes were riveted to the long, dark, velvet shaft jutting out from between the legs of this incredible man. The tip, dripping crystal-clear juice, the foreskin stretched back, the crown swollen. The entire shaft pulsing with passion. This cock had been waiting a long time, and now was the time!
Slowly, Jim wrapped his hand around the pulsing shaft, pulling the foreskin forward over the crown. Moving his body down a bit, Jim took the steamy dick into his mouth, then, using his teeth, he firmly pinched the foreskin closed over the swollen crown, and slowly began working the remaining flesh back and forth along the shaft, but not permitting the crown to pop out into his mouth.
He felt the shaft being compressed back onto itself and the officer was writhing and twisting his lithe body up and down, and around, trying to gain a release for the end of his cock. Jim's mouth refused to let go.
Suddenly a growl came from the young man that sent chills through Jim's body. A growl so low and powerful that Jim could feel it vibrate all the way down the tight body and out through the end of the man's rigid cock.
The officer tried to thrust his hips forward to release the crown of his hot cock into the depth of Jim's mouth. But Jim pinched harder, preventing the release of the beautiful knob, but extending his lips as far down the shaft as possible, and squeezing the crown with his lips. His tongue flipped across the captured foreskin behind his teeth.
Pulling the skin forward slowly, Jim released the foreskin and, using his thumb and forefinger, he grasped the sides of the three-inch foreskin and began to spread the soft, supple flesh wide, then even wider away from the crown. The officer drew his pelvis back and away as the pain of the stretching hit him. "Easy, oh, man, easy, please," he pleaded to Jim.
Jim ran his tongue into the hot cave of skin and across the throbbing crown, reaching back to the ridge of the crown with his stiff tongue, swirling around and around, and forcing the lips open, and inserting the tip of his tongue inside as far as it would reach, then backing off, and nibbling the tender lips, just as the officer had done to him. He then sealed the foreskin around his mouth and nose, and exhaled a huge amount of air into the area. The skin stretched out like a balloon from the pressure, and Jim quickly inhaled, sucking the skin tight, then he repeated the whole thing, adding additional air. The scream from the officer for mercy caused Jim to pinch off the foreskin, still full and tight with air, and twisting the end of the foreskin, Jim began to squeeze the distended organ, forcing the air back up into the inside of the penis.
The young officer was writhing in delicious agony, and Jim felt
"Take this very slowly. Hold it in your mouth as long as you can while you suck on me, and then swallow it."
Jim did as he was told. The thick, sweet liquid seemed to coat the inside of his mouth, and he once again took the shaft of the officer into his mouth.
The officer had consumed the same liquid and took Jim's cock all the way-and in a moment Jim felt his cock grow hot, then hotter, and finally it seemed his cock was being roasted over an open fire. He was going to shoot, there was nothing he could do about it, and he groaned his passion to the officer.
Quickly, the man released Jim's cock and moved down to his nuts.
Jim sucked huge gulps of air to offset the heat that coursed through his throbbing balls. The liquid had penetrated his nut sack immediately from the mouth of the officer, and the man was actually chewing, chewing hard on Jim's nuts, and the pain was wonderful!
"Do it, man, harder, harder," Jim begged, wondering if the guy was going to chew his nuts completely off. The officer eased one nut on each side of his mouth, between his jaw teeth, and holding the balls prisoner with his tongue, he began to bite down, very, very slowly—then quickly let up. Then bite again, a little harder this time, then a quick release. Then a very slow, continuous bite that never stopped until Jim's nuts were compressed between the glistening white teeth to the point that a sheer, white-hot sheet of pleasure exploded throughout his body and he screamed—oh, how he screamed. Again and again he screamed and thrust his pelvis hard against and into the nut-trap—afraid to try even the slightest attempt to pull or jerk his precious nuts from the human vice.
Jim drove the man's cock into his mouth even deeper; anything to divert his attention from his crushed nuts. The officer thrust his hips forward to accommodate Jim's demands for more cock down his throat. But Jim had a surprise for the young officer. He still held the foreskin between his fingers, so when the officer
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thrust his cock deep into Jim's mouth, he found his foreskin being skinned back farther than ever before. But, he had to thrust his big dick deep into the warm recess, regardless of the pain encircling his cock.
"Yes, oh, hell, yes, oh, let go, let GO!" the man begged as he thrust harder and deeper into Jim. Then Jim brought the foreskin forward and pressed it around his mouth, holding it firmly in place, and let the officer shove his hot meat in and out of Jim's tight, hot mouth—he was losing it! Jim took the cue and began to reciprocate. He was not only going to get even, he was going to get one up!
Both men were beginning to growl low moans of pleasure while stabs of lightning crashed from their dicks, into their balls and then into their brains and then back again.
The liquid they had ingested had worked its way into the bodies of the two young males, causing them to feel heady and hard as steel.
Everything about their beautiful, hard, young bodies was turned on to pleasure one thousand percent. Pain was pleasure, pleasure was pain; nothing could hurt these two young studs as they munched away at each other's sex organs. Mouths moved away from balls and onto the rigid shafts of hard man-meat jutting out from between the spread legs of these two men. The guys swallowed the hot tubes of flesh all the way to the base and back again and then grabbed each other by the buttocks and lifted each other off the ground so as to shove the cocks deeper into the tight recesses of their throats. Each man tightened his throat muscles again and again, milking the passion of each man forward toward the end of his cock, where, when finally they would slip the hot meat out and place the crown of the cocks just inside the lips, and suck the man-juice out through the hot shaft, and empty the balls and completely drain the man.
And it was about to happen.
Jim felt his control slipping away and he thrust not harder, but stronger and with more definition into the young officer-sending him the message, "Man, I'm losing it, and I want to lose it, and you have done this to me, and I love it, and I love you, and I want the same thing from you, and I cannot keep it any longer and I want you to cum with me—so do it!!"
And Jim exploded—his balls cracked wide open and gushed forth spasm after spasm of white, hot cum, deep into the young officer-and just in time.
Yelling around the shaft buried deep into his throat, and gasping for air again and again—thrashing wildly about the meat he still held in his mouth, the young officer clamped down on the muscular dick and felt a coughed explosion around his own shaft that sent him hurtling over the top, and he felt his own powerful surge of hot cum ricochet down his shaft into the vacuum of Jim's throat.
After long minutes of absolute stillness, save the occasional shudder as the spent dicks propelled small waves of liquid from the deep recesses of their bodies, the two men gave an occasional lick, then a little munch here and a little munch there, then the two men began to explore the sensations and limits available to each other after such a wild fuck session. "Talk about tolerances," Jim thought.
Slowly, each man followed the other. A small nibble here brought a small nibble there. A pinch for a pinch. The sensations coursing up through the spent tubes of flesh were a thousand times more intense than when they were grinding each other's balls and cock. Many times one or the other would gasp, as they felt a particularly sensitive area being attacked and stimulated. Lots of hip movement trying to extract the wonderful tubes of flesh from their tormentor—but to no avail. Each man was bound and determined to make the other suffer as much sensational dick-pain after shooting off as was possible.
Jim thought he was going to lose his fucking mind! He was not used to such intense after-play and it was driving him crazy. He could feel his cock trying to escape the hot mouth of the officer, but it was impossible. The young man kept a suction on the entire length of the rod and since Jim had gone partially soft, now the guy had his cock and balls both imprisoned and was not about to let go.
"Well," thought Jim, "here we go," and he slid the still semihard shaft of the young officer deep into his throat.
"I've got another load in me," the officer whispered, and he moved his body into a more comfortable position so Jim could work on the rising flesh.
The minute Jim felt the engorged flesh, he could feel his own cock flooding with passion, while trapped deep within the throat of the young officer.
"Me too," Jim replied as he gently kissed the head and lips of the beautiful rod.
The minute the officer felt Jim's mouth around his flesh, the man increased his suction on the entire length of Jim's rod and nuts, and then sank his teeth firmly into the very base of the shaft. It was obvious he was not about to let up, that is, unless Jim wanted to withdraw and have his dick skinned like a rabbit!
A servant appeared, and the two men slowly released each other and sat up. Another vial was offered and this time the two young men sipped the liquid together, kissing each other with hard passion. Jim could feel the liquid working its way into his body and mind, and could feel the effects of it on his stiffening rod. It was more than a turn-on; it was a pain-on—stretching his limits. He wanted pain, lots of it. His rod was jutting out from his lean young body, and it demanded attention. Any attention. His brain was ready to receive the ultimate in exploration and excitement.
The young officer snapped his fingers and several nude males entered the room and stood at attention.
"Well, my friend," he murmured quietly, "we shall see how much you are into the unusual."
The officer spoke several words which Jim could not quite catch.
Leather straps were brought in and the two men were spread-eagled face to face from floor to ceiling, but touching each other the full length of their tight, hard bodies.
"Now, for the first test," the officer said as he nodded toward the servant.
Swiftly, the servant approached the two bound men and, pushing them apart at the hips, he brought the two hard shafts of male meat head to head. Another servant brought what looked like a flexible rod of some type. Holding the rod up for the officer to inspect, he filled it with the clear liquid from another vial—then when the officer nodded his approval, the man bowed and in words Jim understood, asked that he be forgiven for what he was about to do to the two impaled men.
"Hang on," whispered the officer.
Another vial of liquid was delivered to each of the men, and both took the liquid into their mouths and the officer repeated his instructions.
Jim felt his cock being handled and looked down. "NO," shouted the officer, "do not look. Just accept."
Jim felt the hands travel along his cock to the head, and then felt strong fingers spreading the lips of his knob. "NO, NO, NO," he screamed as he felt the insertion of something up the inside of his dick. But there was no stopping or letting up. The sensation of something being worked slowly deeper and deeper into his hard penis was overwhelming, and he thought he could not stand it. But the drug began to take effect, and suddenly Jim felt the wonderful sensation of just how much pleasure the inside of his dick could give him. "Well," he thought to himself, "it sure gives me a lot of pleasure on the outside, so why not on the inside?"
The servant, watching the officer carefully, began inserting the other end of the rod into the young prick. The officer threw his head around and gasped for breath as the pencil-sized rod slowly disappeared into his body.
Finally, the two men were joined by the crystal-clear rod spanning the short distance between their hard cocks. The servant brought the foreskin of the officer forward and covered the crown of Jim's prick, and quickly secured the hot flesh onto
Jim's cock with a thin adhesive.
Jim could feel the end of the rod resting securely between his legs, just in back of his balls. Both men thrust slowly forward and back, adjusting the rod into a more comfortable position, and for new sensations.
Both men were rock hard and began gushing juice into the tube, building pressure against the drug-filled tube.
The servants turned and picked up several metal rods. Looking up at the officer, the little man seemed to be waiting for a signal.
The officer nodded and said to Jim, "Stand by, baby."
The servants touched the men with the rods—one rod on the balls of the officers and the other on the base of Jim's cock. A flash of electrical current surged through the balls and cocks of the two men, freezing the very breath in Jim's lungs.
The young soldier of fortune threw his head back, mouth open, preparing to scream, when suddenly he found his mouth covered by the officer's.
Jim gasped in great sobs and realized that he was sucking the air out of the officer's lungs, and breathing it, and then exhaling the same air back into the starving lungs of the officer. Desperately, Jim began drawing the life-saving air in through his nose, only to find a neat nose clamp promptly applied by the ever-faithful servants. Strong hands held his head in position with that of the officer's and the exchange of air continued, becoming more and more frantic as the oxygen content of the exchanged air was quickly diminished and the two men became dizzy from lack of air.
The voltage increased and Jim thought he was going crazy— the flesh in his entire sexual region was alive with electrical shocks. The muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid response to the shocks caused his hard shaft to bounce in the air with every jolt. His cock was really juicing now.
Yet he could not cum—as hard as the shocks were and with his entire groin vibrating with the current, he could not quite get it off—it was driving him mad. His nuts were churning his cum into a lather trying to get release, but he could not quite get off on the electrical stimulation. Yet he was churning out fuck juice in a heavy, steady stream.
Then it struck him. He pulsed his cock, and felt a surge of juice flow into the tube, then watching the officer closely, he felt the sudden surge of juice back into his cock! The officer had returned the favor! The sudden truth of the torture hit Jim like a club.
Suddenly he realized that he and the officer were being jacked-off and he could not control for one minute such stimulation.
"I'm losing it. I'm CUMMING," the young soldier of fortune panted to his impaled buddy.
"Go ahead, do it, I'll follow," the officer gasped. "Watch what happens," he continued.
Jim, much aware of the tube, felt his cum surge from his nuts and out through his cock and into the tube, and directly into the cock of the officer. Jim let go again. His dick jumped and jerked as the hot jism shot from his tortured dick, but this time it was different. His cum shot into the dick of the young officer, and Jim watched in amazement as the man received his load, and then saw the lips tighten against his teeth as he uttered the barely audible "Now, it's my turn!"
And Jim saw the young body convulse and knew that the man was releasing a tremendous load of hot cum-headed straight into Jim's very own cock!
Suddenly Jim's eyes flew open. The officer's cum began to surge into the tube connecting the two pricks, and Jim could feel his own load returning into his body, plus the drug and fuck juice and now the load of the officer. The pressure of the fluids was tremendous. Jim realized that he must pulse his cock and try to drive the loads back into the officer; but the officer was still pulsing powerful cum shots and thus was doing the very same thing to Jim. Each time Jim felt the loads shift in and out of his cock, he came again, adding to the pressure and misery
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threatening to burst him apart. Anything to get rid of the load from his own cock and into his partner, to relieve the pressure on his own cock and balls and prostate.
The two men traded load after load of cum back and forth between their two cocks, each effort draining more and more energy and effort from the two handsome hunks. Both men were exhausted and drained of both cum and energy, their chests heaving and lungs gasping, but the cum was still there and the pressure was even more terrible after they had shot their loads. Then came the final blow. A sudden charge of electricity shot through the nuts of each man, and then proceeded through the cum inside the two dicks and, of course, through the swollen meat of the two dicks. The charge increased and Jim felt the cum beginning to churn, getting hotter and hotter. With one last effort at ridding himself of the boiling cum churning in and out between his legs, he applied all the pressure he could muster and then began to piss, or at least try to piss.
"NOOOOO," the officer screamed as the pressure of the cum began to back up into his cock, followed by the hot piss.
"Do not let up," the servant whispered to Jim. "You have won and that is good for you. Make him scream at us for release."
Jim took the advice and suddenly began to bear down on the pissing and felt a huge increase in the volume of piss passing out of his body and into the body of his young buddy. The officer began thrashing wildly, tugging at the tape which joined the hard dicks. But to no avail. The tape held and Jim had lots of piss. It was a losing battle for the officer and he soon realized that he was going to have to ask for help or explode from the amount of cum and piss his body was being forced to endure.
"Quickly, quickly, release me," he shouted, and the servants had the two men apart in a matter of seconds. As they worked, Jim looked down for the first time and could hardly believe his eyes. The foreskin of the officer was huge! Taped tightly against Jim's cock, it had become the unwilling reservoir for the fluids that had managed to escape around the rod connecting the two cocks and was stretched to the point of translucence. The pleasure stabbing through the foreskin into the officer must be tremendous, Jim thought.
Quickly the servants loosened the taped foreskin and the pressurized liquid flooded the length of Jim's cock and into the hairy bush guarding his manhood.
"Oh, ahh, yeah, oh yeah," sighed the officers as the pressure was lifted from his foreskin.
Jim covered the mouth of the suffering male and began a deep French kiss and felt it returned with a passion. "God, does he ever give up," thought Jim.
But there was still a tremendous pressure inside the two cocks and as the tube was withdrawn, the pressure of the two cocks spewed cum several feel into the air. The officer let his body relax, and the piss flowed out of him like a fountain. He literally hung in his binding, completely spent, and conquered, but happy and completely satisfied. He looked at his prisoner with a new light in his eye.
As the two men were released from their bindings, the officer ordered food and then, placing his arm over the shoulder of his captive, the two exhausted men walked toward the outdoor shower.
The two men languished in the warm, soothing water. Soaping each other down and scrubbing each other, especially between the legs and the smooth mounds of heavy rump meat. Both men began to swell, their cocks extending several inches down their legs.
"Later, later, this evening, after we have eaten, and then to bed," the officer told Jim in a passionate whisper.
"What about count?" Jim asked, referring to the prisoner count each evening. "They'll cut me and shoot me if I miss count," he added.
"Not to worry," and with that the officer called for an attendant and told the man in English that this prisoner would be staying here tonight and not to include him in the prisoner count this
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The man left and the two men finished their bath and dried and dressed each other in the loose wraparound so common and comfortable in this country.
Arm in arm they walked into the quarters and sat down on the floor on soft cushions to an excellent meal.
"But I tell you, Jim," the officer was saying over after-dinner drinks, "there is simply nothing I can do to save you from castration. And believe me when I say as good-looking as you are, they are going to think of some marvelous ways of doing it. I just wish there was some way I could be there and watch."
Regardless of how much Jim pleaded and promised and suggested things he would do to and for the young man, it was always the same reply: "Jim, there is nothing I can do."
"So what's going to happen to me then?" Jim asked, exhausted from his pleading.
"Well, you are going to be leaving here for another compound, and it is a beautiful place, and there you will have lots of sex, and then at some moment, a moment when you least expect it, they will begin the procedure, and, well, with you, I suspect that it will take several hours. You will receive a lot of delicious torture before the final cut is made. You will probably cum many, many times and during the height of the deepest, hardest cum you ever experienced, it will happen, quickly and practically painlessly. That is unfortunate, because you would think that when a man loses his very manhood and being that there would be a tremendous amount of pain and anguish—a lot more than, say, having your head cut off."
"Oh, Jesus," Jim moaned to himself. "But then," the officer continued, "they might decide to torture you by, say, well, slicing your dick off in paper-thin slices, and that could take twenty-four hours, if you last that long. Talk about pain. I once witnessed such a procedure, and the guy went fuckin' mad with pain. But then they also may slice your balls off in thin slices, so therefore you would receive a goodly amount of pain. It just all depends on who is in charge and the good times you provide him.
"But, sir," Jim interrupted.
"No, not another word," the officer exclaimed and placed his hand over Jim's mouth.
The officer closed his eyes at the feel of the warmth of Jim's tongue and then slowly inserted his middle finger into the moist opening.
Jim sucked the finger deep into his mouth and felt the officer gently move around inside his mouth, under his tongue, around the outside of his teeth. Gently he bit down on the hot flesh—a gasp from the officer. Jim felt a hand on his chest as the officer gently pushed him back down onto the soft bedding spread about the floor. The two males slowly moved into the comfortable 69 position and slowly sucked the firm, hard flesh deep into their throats and, with deep sighs, accepted the rewards from the loins, and then drifted off into relaxed and comfortable sleep.
"Awake, wake up, you must be going," Jim heard the voice as from a distant hill, then, suddenly, he was awake, and on his feet, fighting stance.
"No, no, you're all right, just wake up and eat and then you must pack and leave. The boat will be here soon to transport you to the next compound." The young officer was standing naked— rock hard, guiding Jim toward the shower. Jim accepted the warm water and the slick dick of the officer sliding in and out of him as he showered and shaved; jacking himself just in time to meet the hot blast of cum issued from the officer deep inside his tight body.
"Now, go!" commanded the officer as he ushered Jim toward the door. Jim turned and kissed the young, handsome male-frenching him halfway down his throat—and was rewarded with the same passion.
"Thanks," Jim murmured, and then he was gone.
(To be continued)
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According to East German researcher Dr. Sieghard Krieg-hoff in an article published in the German journal Agriculture Today, pigs are the happiest animals on earth.
Krieghoff and his wife Eva, animal husbandry specialists,
Oinker experts say pigs are the happiest animals on earth spent four years studying the lives and loves of 2,000 porkers . "A hog wallowing around in some nice cool mud with a full trough of food in front of him is probably the most contented animal on earth," the researcher said.
The Krieghoffs undertook their study to find out how farmers could bring even more joy into their pigs' lives-and hopefully produce bigger, juic-ier pork chops. They learned that pigs are really in hog heaven when they have toys to play with. (But you probably already figured that out.)
But toys or no toys, pigs are the most blissful beasts in the barnyard. "They have turned loafing into an art form, All in all, you and I should be as happy as a hog."
KISS-IN KISS OFF
Over 50 activists held a Memorial Day "kiss-in" on the shores of Lake Ontario to push for laws that protect homosexuals . Matthew Fleig, 21, and Andrew Allocco, 40, said they were protesting their treatment by Monroe County Sheriff's deputies on Memorial Day 1986 when they were kicked off a public beach for kissing.
At that time, deputies said complaints from other beach users prompted them to confront the group of five men and ask them to leave the beach. Allocco said his anger toward the sheriff's department and his desire to be able to show affection in public prompted the protest. "Constitutionally, we should be protected as individuals ," Fleig said, "but that is not happening, so I think we need special laws. One of the things that this is doing for me is maintaining my self-dignity."
MAMMAL MONOGAMY MYTH
A San Francisco Examiner story on pairing in the different animal species noted that while birds form monogamous relationships 90% of the time, fewer than 4% of mammal species do. Often, the degree of monogamy depends on how much the partner is around to enforce it. Ethologist Fred Harrington of Mount Saint Vincent University in Canada was quoted as saying , "If a wolf or a coyote gets the opportunity to fool around, it will." There is disagreement as to whether early man was monogamous. Researchers point out that humans don't have the characteristics of those mammals which are monogamous, such as a female that is more aggressive and larger than the male. In addition , animals in monogamous species tend to have smaller brains and do not have sex often.
HAZER CONVICTED OF ASSAULT
Steven Jones was convicted of assault for striking several pledges at his fraternity, Omega Psi Phi, on the head with a two-by -four last spring. The North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University student received a two-year prison sentence for using a board during hazing.
In addition to the two-year sentence, the judge gave Jones five years' supervised probation and ordered him to pay the medical bills of Clemente Mc-Williams and Patrick Curry, two of his victims. McWilliams experienced a blood clot on the brain, and his bills have so far totaled well over $10,000. Care for Curry, who received a concussion , cost nearly $1,000.
Officials at the university suspended Jones after the hazing incident and ordered the Omega Psi Phi chapter at the school disbanded for at least four years.
EVERYBODY HAS TO BE SOMEPLACE
According to the Associated Press the San Francisco Police Department reported that 39- year-old Byron White informed police of a prowler in his home at 2 A.M. in a normally quiet area of the city.
Upon arrival, police discovered 28-year-old David Bergman in White's shower, fully clothed. Sergeant Roy Ortega stated that the suspect was clad in jeans, T-shirt and work boots. He also had a leather jacket and back pack laying on the shower floor. He was asked repeatedly to step out of the shower, but he was not comprehending what was being said.
He had a continual smile on his face and was making lewd gestures. "I turned the shower off and carried him to the squad car. I discovered several hits of LSD and a bottle of valiums in his jacket pocket. He was obviously hallucinating, but I read him his rights anyway ."
Mr. White was quoted as saying, "At least he could have closed the shower door," noting that the bathroom floor was soaked. Mr. Bergman was charged with breaking and entering , and possession of drugs.
PRESIDENTIAL CUTUPS
Of the thirty-nine presidents of the U.S. only one, Jimmy Carter, was circumcised, according to Dr. Dean Adel on his TV program. Gentile circumcision in the U.S. was almost unknown before WWI (fear of infection). Carter is the only president born after 1918.
Is this proof that uncut men are better liars and more likely to make fools of themselves in public?
TOILET HUMOR NOT FUNNY
A Hartford, WI, man, according to Insight magazine, has filed a lawsuit in Washington County Circuit Court charging four men with engineering the overturn of a portable privy in which he happened to be.
Rodney Temple seeks $10,- 000 in damages for the pain and suffering he says he endured in May 1986, when the toilet, located near a baseball field, was upset, along with its occupant.
The suit says that, as a result of a conspiracy by the four men to topple the structure while he was inside, he was bruised and had a severe cut on his left ear that had to be treated at a hospital.
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The following is from a bulletin of the Asylum Hill Congregational Church, Hartford, CT:
"Junior Highs-Today at the 'Y' at 4:30 P.M.: Fun 'n' Food and talk about 'Torture'-or how 'Human Rights' are denied people who live in repressive systems and what you can do!"
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COMMUNIST CONDOMS
The poor quality of the communist condom is hampering efforts to combat AIDS in Eastern Europe. Hungary, with its relative openness to the West and fairly relaxed attitude to homosexuals, has been the least coy among East European countries in its response to the disease. The government is trying to limit the spread of the disease by persuading Hungarians to take precautions in their sex lives. But the campaign is being wrecked by communist industry's inability to come up with satisfactory condoms.
A Hungarian medical expert, Dr. Endre Czeizel, admitted that the East German and Czechoslovak condoms sold in Hungary were too thick, and that this made them almost useless. "It is true that the contraceptive sheaths available in our ccountry are below world standard."
Dr. Czeizel's suggestion to import condoms from the West has fallen on deaf ears, however . Trade officials argue that, given Hungary's present economic troubles, precious hard currency cannot be wasted on such "luxury" goods.
Though they may complain about the quality of their con-doms , Hungarians are at least better supplied than people in some other parts of Eastern Europe. In Romania, because of President Ceausescu's campaign to increase the birth rate. condoms are not available at all. In the Soviet Union, they are not only of notoriously poor quality, they are also in short supply, with the result that abortion has become a staggeringly common form of birth control.
Back in Hungary, Dr. Czeizel concedes that not everything made in the capitalist world is perfect. His clinic recently conducted a trial of a batch of Japanese contraceptives, and found that these, too, fell short of Hungarian requirements: many of the men thought the condoms were too small.
THEY DON'T GROW ON TREES
The Rubber Tree is the only store in America that sells nothing but condoms, its owners say. In recent months, this Seat-tle boutique has been getting lots of new customers who fear the spread of AIDS and are attracted by the low-key atmosphere , competitive prices and an astounding array of prophylactics .
The store was founded in 1975 by members of the Seattle chapter of Zero Population Growth, who sought to reduce unwanted pregnancies by making contraceptives more easily available.
"We sell about 55 different varieties of condoms," said Julia Forbes, a manager of the nonprofit boutique. "And we only sell brands that we really believe to be safe and reliable, so that excludes some of the real exotic ones."
Lambskin and latex, ribbed and plain, colored or clear, water-based or silicone, an astounding array of condoms lines the shelves of the small store. They even offer "variety packs" and "in-store specials."
"It used to be busy just on Friday and Saturday nights," another employee said. "We want people to ask questions, to be knowledgeable," she said, "but we also want them to be adventurous in their choices and have fun."
IT'S ABOUT TIME … AND AIDS
New York City, where AIDS is a serious problem, in April decided to try a new approach. Condoms will be made available to some 90 homosexual inmates who are housed in a special wing of Rikers Island jail. If the three-month trial is successful, the program may be expanded to the rest of the city's 14,600 prisoners. About half of them have taken drugs by injection and may have used contaminated needles, so stated a recent Time magazine article.
The state of Vermont confronted the threat of an epidemic among convicts last month when Governor Made-leine Kunin approved a policy of giving a condom to any prisoner who requested it.
Sex among inmates is forbidden in prisons, but the law does not always reflect reality. П
othing stirs the memory like death. Nothing dries tears like laughter. Al Shapiro, the artist A. Jay, was one of the original Drummer Daddies. He was the art director who designed the fledgling Drummer's basic look. I know. He dragged me along in that transplanted, insistent New Yorker way he had, and I played editor-in-chief to his art director.
"The publisher's given birth to a baby," A. Jay said, "but he forgot to spank its bottom."
That was our job: spanking the infant Drummer's butt.
And it worked. One critic called issues 19-30 "The Golden Age of Drummer."
Maybe. Maybe not. But at least those issues put the rag on the map. After that, after half of San Francisco had been the editor of Drummer, what staff changes followed could best be charted by the National Weather Service.
Now, of course, Drummer's course is back on course, already in its second golden age-a renaissance of the new Drummer but in remembering Al Shapiro, a man's got to recall that during those first stormy, very embryonic years, A. Jay was the one calming, creative influence who kept Drummer afloat with diplomacy, laughter and love. He believed, as they say, in Hollywood, in the project.
DON'T CRY FOR ME, SAN FRANCISCO
Truth is the best eulogy. Talk about positive attitude. Six months before he died of AIDS, A. Jay the artist went blind. He had just finished what would be his last drawing, incidentally, for a story I was writing. We often worked in tandem, discussing the concept, then each going off individually, one to the typewriter and one to the drawing boards. The night he finished our drawing, he told his lover of eleven years, Dick Kriegmont, that he was truly at last losing his sight. When sometime later a friend came sympathetically to his bedside and said, "I'm so sorry you're blind," Al said, "I'm not blind. I can still see white light."
ROUGH TRADE IN THE FINE ARTS
Before A. Jay's physical health failed completely, he let me twist his once-robust arm, and, in the name of gossip and gay pop-art history, he agreed to discuss something of the personal and professional comedy behind the mystery of the unassuming artist who was to nearly everyone the very incarnation of his own hot tits-'n'-pecs cartoons signed "A. JAY."
That sleazoid incarnation was always comic and usually self-satirizing. Allen J. Shapiro's tongue was always planted firmly in his, or someone else's, cheek. If wrestlers and South-of-Market leather-men were his gods, the Slot was his sanctuary, tits and piss-soaked jocks were remember him in his own words.
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A. JAY: You're only getting this interview because the National Enquirer hasn't called. That's always been my main fantasy : to see my name in Enquirer headlines six inches high. "A. JAY SCREAMS INTO PISS-SOAKED JOCKSTRAP: 'LET ME KEEP MY ALIEN BABY!"
JF: Sounds sleazy enough.
A. JAY: My real baby, Harry Chess, coined, no, popularized the word sleazy for gays back in the seventies. There was so much we did at Drummer that caught on, You and your cigar fetish and your daddy thing … what was it?
JF: I called it "In Praise of Older Men."
A. JAY: Then you left and "Drummer Daddies" took off. Funny. Sleaze was such a virtue. The sleazier you were, the hotter you were. (Check out A. Jay's Harry Chess article on New York bars and baths, "Pigging It in New York," Drummer 23.) These days if you even mention you went to the Slot in 1975, no one will exchange precious bodily fluids with you. I can't blame them.
JF: Your cartoon strip Harry Chess, long ago in New York's Queen's Quarterly magazine, made you a cult figure, if not an international art celebrity.
A. JAY: Robert Mapplethorpe I'm not. (RM shot Drummer's toughest, hottest cover, the pop-collectible "Biker-for-Hire with Cigar," Drummer 24.) Robert Opel I'm not.
JF: You're not even Robert Opplethorpe (an in-joke Drummer character we had created because so many confused the two Roberts to the chagrin of both).
A. JAY: I'm just a poor East Coast boy, risen from the peasant classes of upstate New York, parlaying my exotic looks into a marriage with a leading West Coast water-sportsman who swears on his raunchy jockstrap that I will be practically beatified after my premature death.
JF: I can name that Broadway musical in three notes.
A. JAY: Evita, forgive me. When I was very young, I wanted to be a theatrical set designer. I moved to Manhattan, went to art school, and saw every show that opened on Broadway. My parents were convinced that their allowance to me made David Merrick rich. I would have been a set designer too, and maybe never have pursued porn, if a certain older set designer who was in charge of all the hiring at the time had not insisted I sleep with him. I wanted the job on terms of art, not lust. He probably did me a favor. So instead I worked illustrating children's books.
Actually, New York in the sixties was wonderful. I never felt any anti-gay pressure . Bars flourished, but I figured they only got raided when they were too stupid to pay off the cops. Stonewall probably happened for no more reason than because some bartender forgot to slip the pigs their roll of bills. Then the gay activists seized the chance, thank God.
JF: You had no personal, family problems with your sexual preference?
A. JAY: I was lucky I was too dumb to have ever been in the closet. Even when I was in the Army, stationed in Korea as an ingenue-soldier after the war, I always figured sex with men was as natural as wrestling jock-to-jock in high school. Just more raunchy, smelly, oily and sleazy! I grew up as a wrestler, totally fixated on men with big pecs and fine nipples. New York has always been Tit City. Manhattan men, and I'm talking back about the good old days of sex, didn't shake your hand to take the measure of your fist to say "Hello," the way men did in San Francisco . New Yorkers immediately did a two-handed grab straight for your nipples. Responsive tits are a sign of sexual sophistication . First in New York. Now, everywhere . Harry Chess loves tit play. All my characters have voluptuous, full-muscled, big-chested bodies, with a lot of chapped tread on their big hot nipples. So naturally, of course, I'm a big fan of body builders and physique contests. I've got a hundred body building movies that I freeze-frame on the pec shots. That's my artistic and sexual inspiration. Sex and art are one. JF: Your comic strip characters have names like Mickey Muscle, Pecs O'Toole and Lats Lonigan. That's almost like the pro-wrestling whimsey of Hulk Hogan.
A. JAY: Like a lot of guys, I came out on Stan Lee's Marvel Comics group of superheroes . My characters are man-to-man macho parodies, and sleazy paradigms, of the super-comic heroes. They travel in fuckbuddy pairs. Mickey Muscle is Harry Chess's sidekick, like Batman's Robin or the Green Hornet's Cato. Harry himself was sort of gee-whizzed out of Li'l Abner. Some fans say they see the influence of Playboy's Little Annie Fanny. I created Harry right when James Bond hit it big. JF: No one can dispute that you made your sexy, funny characters distinctly your
A. JAY: To tell the truth, I identify more with my villains than with my heroes-even though Harry Chess is my alter ego. Villains are always more colorful. Drummer after all is chiefly about villains working over bottoms. Anyway, my villains are sort of a cross between my ld, Telly Savalas and Yul Brynner, with a a sideswipe at Ming the Merciless.
JF: Speaking of Ming the Merciless, you worked for John Embry, founding publisher of Drummer, as his first San Francisco art director. He picked you up from Queen's Quarterly so he could feature you and Harry Chess. So why'd you split Drummer? That would have seemed like a perfect alliance: a publisher who was in love with your work.
A. JAY: Don't get me started on gay publishers. Embry hired me right after his whole circus fled from L.A. to San Francisco because of police harassment. Let's just say he likes cartooning. But, with all due respect, he thought Drummer's readers were 1950s leather queens. Check out all the hot SM / bondage photo spreads in the early issues that were marred by his insistent insert of cartoon-balloon dialog that made fun of leather. True eroticism and jokes cancel each other out. You can
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JF: Maybe he figured leather was too far out in those days and needed some humor to snag readers who were slightly embarrassed by something so underground being brought to light.
A. JAY: Stop trying to be kind. Drummer was the first magazine for masculine gay men, not for embarrased leather queens. You thought that concept up. Is John going to kill me for repeating this? I once heard John Embry called the Marie Antoinette of gay publishing. The same pictures and models, especially the beloved Val Martin, the same tired cake recycled monthly for the public to eat. I don't really agree with all that rep, but I am used to publishers with balls.
Harry Chess got started because one of the world's most daring publishers, Clark Polak, put an ad in the New York Times 25 years ago, saying he needed an art director for his gay magazine. He actually used the word "gay" in the ad! He nearly caused a couple hundred heart attacks at the Times when they found out what it meant. Anyway, I was considering drawing a gay comic strip then, so I proposed Harry Chess to him.
JF: The rest is gay pop history.
A. JAY: Back in those closeted days, Clark dared to put in a special slipsheet mailed only to his subscribers. Frontal nudes. No sucking and fucking. Men who bought his mag, called-guess what, guys-Drum, on the newsstand missed out on that hot stuff. How times have changed! I did Harry in Drum for five or six years. One episode a month. Clark reprinted the whole thing once as a pocket book.
JF: That would have been The Original Adventures of Harry Chess. It's now out of
A. JAY: I wish I had a couple dozen copies. Don't you love researching the dirt of gay popular culture history?
JF: Only when it's not just bitchifying. A. JAY: If you think that, tonight you're not pers were cheaper. I confess. When I jerk-off, my fantasies are all storyboards. I see them in my mind's eye with all the sweat and muscle that my cartoon men are based on. I have a boot-box full of about 500 possible storylines for fantasy-mag projects. All from my X-rated J / O headtrips. God! I loved the Slot on a full-moon night!
JF: Have you ever seen one of your cartoon creations appear before you for real in flesh and blood and muscle?
A. JAY: Recently on a local TV news magazine about the joys of physique competition, I saw a bodybuilder who was my ultimate fantasy: handsome, big, muscular , enormous pecs and hard nipples.
TIGHT ENOUGH TOGETHER … I CAN DO SOME DAMAGE TO THE He was like one of my drawings up there pumping iron on screen. Omigod! So there I was, even in my condition, experiencing the ultimate twentieth-century version of a high-tech religious experience . Me, a grown man, kneeling in front of a video screen, playing with my own tits, and beating my dick with my face six inches from the tube. See this glorious complexion ruined by video-burn? Video
JF: Your Harry Chess style would be great as animation. You maybe should have considered video-producing your own Harry adventures.
A. JAY: Too expensive. But the same is true of Tom of Finland. Remember what fun we had that supper with him telling us how he started drawing bondage-and-piss pictures of cops when he was five years old? He'd be killer if his men were animated. The future of gay erotic art is in video. Someone has already made an underground video of the drawings of Martin of Holland, zooming in for close-up detail, pulling back for the whole picture. Hot! Rex should produce a video of his drawings . You should film it. The world needs it. It's funny that most erotic artists are rotten businessmen. Tom of Finland is finally getting exhibited-and paid-after being pirated all these years.
JF: What about other erotic artists? Any particular favorite?
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poing to get a hard-on. I'll have to get out my voodoo teddy bear again… Uh, let me see, where was I in The Decline and all of Practically Everybody Who Was *nybody? Oh, yeah. Like Sebastian Ven-ble , you see, I traveled a lot, I left Drum or a year to live in Mexico City for the Dlympics. Sniffing around the wrestlers, picking up used international jockstraps, and pumping my tits up at the local gym. Always hoping the yummy bodybuilder and movie star Jorge Rivera, the Mexican Steve Reeves, would come in and sit on my face,
While I was feasting on dark meat, Drum died. Clark chose to move onto something better that made him, I think rich. So Harry Chess became Little Orphan Harry. Then Hans Ebensten told me about Queen's Quarterly. Can you imagine a mag being called that in 1987? Back then you could. Anyway, publisher George DeSantis hired me freelance and Harry had a new home. I talked George into changing his title to QQ to try to butch it up. I could tell sissies were on the way out and sleaze-macho was on its way in. De Santis then started two more mags: Body and Ciao. DeSantis was a great publisher. A kind man. I learned a great deal from him about magazine production , which prepared me, really, to take over the art direction of Drummer.
JF: Jockstraps, wrestling, watersports, tits, bondage are all very big in Harry Chess, yet behind the storyboard runs a satirical political consciousness. You took on the whole Watergate crowd, especially in your character Rancid Agnew. You despised Tricia Nixon. And you closed down tight on Ron Reagan, Jr.
A. JAY: Someone had to. Actually my social consciousness is minimal. Strictly for laughs. Mainly, I was a sex-creature of the night, a bathhouse man. I loved the tubs. God bless the Everhard! God bless the Slot! May they rest in peace. The society that intrigues me comes out after sunset. I drew from my head. From what I saw at night under the influence of some recreational smoke. I rarely used models. Pop-
A JAY: Astaire never tells who his favorite partner is. All I'll say is that I get off on erotic drawings-by other guys. When I put pencil to paper to draw out the fantasy that turned me on, I lose my personal hard-on for my own work. That's probably true of all artists. I get too critical about technique and all that jazz.
Truthfully, I marvel at Rex's patient, technical aplomb and his sleazy hyper-male content. I like the work of Zack, Neal Bate and the fabulous Harry Bush, I think lim French is a double genius: first as a pencil artist, second as a photographer. French, who is Colt Studio, would be the first to admit he's influenced by the pretty-girl style. Those who can't handle his masculinizing of that super-gorgeous American ideal don't need to buy him, but they can't deny his talent. I think French's images of masculinity are the most beautiful and erotic I've ever seen: drawings and photographs. In the same breath, I have to credit Lou Thomas, who was Target Studio ; he's one of the same caliber as French, with a strong, macho-poetic eye. After I saw French's early work, I went immediately back to Pratt Institute at night. He inspired me to keep on learning .
Of the gay cartoonists, I really enjoy the sophistication of Bill Ward, who appears in Drummer. I also like the Hun, whose exaggerated big-nipple style is raw, sleazy and similar to mine.
JF: Ward and the Hun are two staples of my J / O rides as well.
A. JAY: I'm continually amazed at the ingenuity of Etienne (aka Stephen) who can turn out a well-executed storybook faster than most guys can jerk off. How well I remember the double show we shared together at Robert Opel's Fey Way Gallery.
JF: As a native New Yorker, you haven't found San Francisco difficult for you as a producing artist?
A. JAY: I love San Francisco. I was told when I gave up Manhattan to migrate to SFO for the watersportsman I loved, that San Francisco was a backwater fishing
village with an opera, narrow-minded, and too laid-back. Not true. It's been stimulating to live here, Dick and I together : one shoe in Pacific Heights and one boot South of Market. Once upon a time, East Coast artists had the advantage of more galleries for more shows: Stompers , Robert Samuels, and the Loman Gallery . L.A. has lost Eons. San Francisco, for all the galleries going now, lost a major creative force, and arts patron, when Robert Opel, who contributed so much to Drummer, was shot to death by a couple of polyester cowboys in his Fey Way Gallery South of Market.
JF: Robert Opel was the most naked man in the whole wide world. Everyone remembers him as the guy who streaked Liz Taylor on the Academy Awards. Live. On satellite. A billion people saw his cock and tits and ass that night. Over a billion served. He should have golden arches over his grave.
A. JAY: He got his fifteen minutes of fame. That was his performance art. That was his life. Robert was the most innovative creator on the West Coast as far as nurturing artists was concerned. His death was a great aesthetic tragedy. There's a used tool company now in his former Fey Way Gallery. Robert would like that irony as a following act. I've thought someone should open a San Francisco gallery and name it after Robert Opel. His spirit should live on. With the golden arches. JF: So how do you feel about you and Harry?
A. JAY: Harry and I are going to run off together and take a cottage by the sea. Actually, Harry, I hope, will live forever. The New Adventures of Harry Chess is selling well. Harry and I will never be rich and famous, just sleazy and infamous. What more could a man ask for from life? I am Harry and Harry is me and we are all together.
JF: What does your lover think of your notoriety after these eleven years of partnership ?
A. JAY: He's never forgiven me for sending him the photo of myself that I mailed in answer to his Advocate ad that brought us together. I was covered in oil and dripping with chains. [see p. 34] He thought I was ten feet tall. I guess that's just my perspective on the way I see life. So how can I help but push that angle in my art? I love big exaggeration that draws attention to little fetishes. I can't help myself. I excuse myself as being the male version of that scandalous Jayne Mansfield movie of my youth: The Girl Can't Help It! She exited life too young, too soon, too. So tell me why the hell the National Enquirer never calls! eep in his heart, Al Shapiro doubted his work as A. Jay would be remembered. He had that kind of manly modesty. Friends and fans were everywhere. There wasn't much time for surprises left.
"Al, the new book I have coming out in the fall I'm dedicating to you.'
'Read me the inscription," he said.
"For Al Shapiro, the artist A. Jay, creator of Harry Chess and Pecs O'Toole, who first led my words to the infant Drummer."
"It's short," he said, "but true."
"There's a preface page."
"Does it hold out hope?"
"It holds out hope."
"Read it for me."
I read it for us all.
"… with so much death this side of Venice, the world gives little safe access anymore to unbridled Desire, but Desire's memory burns in my heart and mind. I know, I swear I know, despite the growing rolls of the dead, the world has not heard the end of us. If and when the last one of us lies dying in some cold fluorescent hospital, I guarantee, I do, I do affirm, the last sound he will hear, echoing from the long corridor, the sound that will cheer his ears and his valiant heart, will be the first cry of a brand-spanking neonate, a new little baby boy born as were we, gifted innately with our special ways of love, and in him, in that boy child, our kind will find a new Adam and begin the beguine all over again."
ROUGH STUFF by SCOTT TUCKER
National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights
PO Box 7781, Washington, DC 20044 202 / 783-1828
AIDS, DRUGS AND LOW-LIFE
A prominent gay activist, who knows Washington politics inside out, recently told me that a Reagan confidante (currently under investigation by a special prosecutor) has AIDS. Needless to say, gay Republicans have hardly been in the advance guard of critics against the Reagan administration's misdirected AIDS policies. Even when they suffer from the disease, they still try to draw a magic circle of "inside" respectability around themselves. Gay people are definitely not one
On June 1 nearly 400 demonstrators gathered near the White House to protest Rea-gan's AIDS policies, and 64 activists who sat down in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue where handcuffed and jailed by police wearing yellow rubber gloves. Events are moving quickly, and the gay movement may have entered a vital period of renewed struggle and civil disobedience. It is very likely that most of the demonstrators were Democrats of different shades of opinion. But at least one, Leonard Matlovitch, who fought a famous case against antigay discrimination in the military, describes himself as a conservative Republican. AIDS continues to highlight the hypocrisy of Republicans who have traditionally defended privacy, but who now call for dragnet virus testing without clear guarantees of confidentiality . AIDS also clarifies the cowardice of many Democrats who have failed to fight for appropriate research funds, safe sex education and social services.
In mid-June, Attorney General Edwin Meese announced plans for compulsory testing of immigrants, refugees, aliens seeking residence in the U.S., and new inmates in federal prisons. Prisoners who test seropositive could be denied parole . As an editorial in The Nation recently noted, "Yes, a case can be made for adding the AIDS test to the physical examination that immigrants are already required to take, but there is something hypocritical about a nation with the largest number of AIDS cases outside of Africa rushing to keep out or expel aliens whose illness, in most cases, bears a Made in the USA label.'
Meese's proposal that parole be denied to prisoners who test seropositive should set off a danger alarm in every gay person . This amounts to quarantine , and opens the way to incarcerating all who test seropositive , with or without criminal records. Vindictive moralism is characteristic of Meese and this administration. This is the same attorney general who brought us the recent stacked Commission on Pornography. In a society regulated by censorship and detention camps, it is not likely that sexual dissidents - including leatherfolk and readers of "filth" like Drummer - will be tolerated for long.
Typically, opportunist politicians talk about "protecting the general public" and "protecting the innocent." The guilty low-life should be rounded up in leper colonies, and who will be surprised if the lepers are cocksuckers, whores, addicts. blacks and Hispanics? In the minds of reactionaries, all these groups have been unnaturally grafted onto the healthy stock of white, heterosexual, middle-class America … and if they are diseased, they must be pruned away. But such drastic surgery means that democracy itself may suffer a great uprooting .
Early in this health crisis, many lives would have been saved if explicit information on safe sex had been presented to the public in plain language - on television, in newspapers, in community centers and clinics. To this day, the U.S. lags behind several West European coun-tries in our public education efforts. The gay community deserves great credit for educating not only itself, but many other folks, about the real dangers and dimensions of the AIDS epidemic. Due to our own efforts, we have contained the spread of AIDS to some degree. Presently, the main mode of virus transmission is through intravenous drug use, and through heterosexual contact with IV drug users. According to an official at the Federal Centers for Disease Control. "Dirty needles are the way the virus is spreading."
Yet many people in power are obstructing efforts to distribute clean syringes, just as they have obstructed efforts to talk plainly about sex and to distribute condoms. In West European countries where clean syringes are available to drug users, there is mounting evidence that AIDS transmission has been reduced, without a notable increase in drug abuse. Only cowardice and puritanism prevents American politi- cians from acting with similar good sense. Mayor Dianne Feinstein of San Francisco strongly opposed her own health commissioner's proposal to distribute clean syringes, and Mayor Koch of New York City is also spineless in this crisis.
Among middle-class, white Americans, addicts are almost universally feared and detested as the lowest of low-life. Since many addicts are black or Hispanic , traditional racism also plays an ugly part in the politics of AIDS. Neither Elizabeth Taylor nor you nor I can raise enough money through charity drives to meet this health crisis head-on. Deep and radical changes will be necessary in the general health care system. and are likely to be obstructed by reactionary doctors and politicians . Reactionaries within the gay community itself will side with those in power, hoping to buy themselves some personal privilege.
This coming October, there will be a National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights, and civil disobedience is definitely on the agenda of events for those who have the will and the time to participate . I intend to keep readers of Drummer informed about the march as planning proceeds. The National Leather Association is helping to organize a Leather Caucus and Contingent , and the National March Committee seems open and friendly towards our participation . We are fighting for our lives, and we may yet give the Democrats and Republicans alike a surprise when the "low life" rises up. П
by Hoddy Allan t's me," I call into the building's intercom.
"Hi, come on up," he says and buzzes the door. I reach to open it-end of conversation, for now.
I enter his apartment without knocking, making sure to lock up behind me, and I remain in the dark entry hall, lit only by the stove light in the kitchen to my right. Straight ahead, his bedroom door is open and his toy bag waits by it. I quietly strip as I listen to him in the living room on the other side of the apartment, talking on the phone. His TV is on as usual.
"I'm in, Sir," I say as I get down on the floor—on my hands and knees, my forehead resting on the carpet. He's heard me, I know, but he says nothing to me while he continues his phone conversation. Naked in the semidark hall I wait in my position for him.
And I wait. I hear him say goodbye and hang up the phone. His couch creaks as he reaches for his cigarets and I hear the click of his lighter.
"You horny, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
And I wait some more—listening to the sounds he makes in the living room on the other side of his apartment: flipping through the pages of his TV guide and getting up to change channels, even to the sound he makes exhaling the cigaret smoke. I hear him lying down on his couch again, the couch creaks as he stretches out on it.
He likes to keep me waiting like this, out in the hall on my hands and knees. Sometimes the wait isn't long, but most times it feels like hours as my arms and legs tire of the position. But he'll leave me out here until he's ready to use me, just like anything else in his home.
Sometimes he'll come out to the hallway to see me in my position, then head back to the living room. He'll either put his foot on the back of my head, quietly asserting his position, or I'll feel the sole of his shoe on my upper back pushing me farther down on the floor. My position is very important; important enough to earn me a swift kick in the butt if it's not raised properly. He's done that to me twice before when he's caught me resting my ass on my heels when my legs got tired. Then he'll head back into the living room, stretch out comfortably on his couch, and watch TV or make another phone call. And I'll wait.
I hear him get up from the couch and head for the kitchen. He enters from the dining-room side opposite from the hall. I peek to see his sneakers and the cuffs of his jeans under the opened yellow door of the fridge. He's wearing his Converse sneakers, the ones with the red trim around the rubber sole. The door closes and I quickly shut my eyes.
A click of a beer tab and a clink of a glass. Then I feel him walking behind me, standing by the apartment door and watching me in the semidark. I can feel cool tingles as he stands over me, my butt raised up to him. My arms and neck muscles ache from the prolonged weight. My legs are trembling slightly from keeping my butt in proper position, but I wait patiently for him.
Finally: "Got a hard-on for me, boy?"
I don't.
"On your belly, slut!"
"Yes, Sir," Grateful for the change in position at last, I slowly stretch my aching legs out from under me and lie flat with my hands behind my back. I feel him reach between my legs for my soft cock. He plays with it gently at first then pulls on it, hard, until I groan from the pain. He lays it out flat on the floor between my legs. I spread my legs out some more.
Standing up: "So where's that fuckin' hard-on, pig?" He steps on my cock, pressing it gently between the sole of his shoe and the carpeted floor. I moan and squirm under the teasing pressure.
He puts his weight on his foot and I cry out.
"I want a fuckin' hard-on, pig!" he says as he lifts his foot off my cock. I can feel the blood rushing to it, making it swell. He steps on it again, harder.
Yeah, slut, you like it when I step on your dick, don't you?" "Yes, Sir," I say with feeling, as he presses even harder on my cock, rubbing it into the rough carpet. It's as if he's trying to flatten it, but it only gets harder under his foot—just the way he likes it.
He suddenly takes his foot off my hardening cock: "Keep it hard, slut!". He gives my butt a sharp kick with his toe for emphasis and heads back into the living room, leaving me face down on the floor in the hall with my stepped-on dick about to go soft.
I hear him in the living room, stretching out on his couch again and lighting another cigaret: "Think about what your Master's gonna do to you if you have a nice hard dick, boy!"
Sprawled out and face down on his floor, I think about what Master does to me when my dick is hard and dripping with desire —all the tortures and humiliations he's put me through and the new ones we both keep thinking up. Like the times he's made me crawl into his bathroom, straight ahead and to the left, and stick my head in his toilet so that he could piss on my upturned face. Or the times he's told me to come to his place with a full bladder,
just on the verge of pissing, so that he could play with my cock until I begged him to let me piss myself. I think about my Master shoving my face into a bucketful of his dirty socks while he lashes my butt with his belt, whacking my tender, tortured tits with his shoe, shoving his dildo up my ass. And I think about the services I'm allowed to perform for him when I'm hard and horny: like getting to worship his cock and balls, service his feet and, when he's bored with me, serve as his footstool between tortures.
"That dick of your still hard, slut?" He yells to me from the living room while he rolls a joint. I can feel my cock stretching out from between my legs, getting harder as I lie face forward on the carpet.
"Yes, Sir," I answer, thinking about that one time he had me hogtied on the floor before him while he fed me his leftover dinner with his foot. I still remember the special taste of footsweat and rice as I licked the mashed food from his toes.
I hear the click of his lighter as he lights the joint: "Crawl out to where I can see you, slave. Up on your knees, hands behind your back with your head DOWN!"
At his command, I get up on my hands and knees to make my way down the hall, past the wall that separates the living / dining rooms from the rest of the apartment and take my position in front of the bathroom door, facing the couch in the living room. I keep my head lowered and see his feet walking towards me. My semihard cock points straight out as my Master leans against the wall, looking down on me.
"Toke?" He holds the smoking joint to my face. I thank him and suck on it, holding the smoke in my lungs while he touches my cock with the toe of his sneaker. I watch as he plays with it, batting it gently from side to side, teasing it with his foot. He stops only to give me another toke and then resumes play. It makes my dick bounce and stand straight up and hard.
And that's only the first part of our ritual: a preamble to the far more intense activity we usually do when we play out our scene. It used to bug the hell out of me when he first started leaving me out in his hallway, all that waiting for him on my hands and knees. It always seemed like such a long interval between entering his apartment and actually playing that I wondered if maybe he was scared of our scene. There'd be times when I was sure he must have had a change of heart and would tell me to get dressed and go home, or worse, that he would forget about me being out in the hall altogether! Such paranoid thoughts when we first started playing.
It took me a while to figure it out-almost two years-but I learned the reason why: I was a slave in his house, another thing in his house to use as he sees fit. So, if I'm nothing more than a mouth to shove a cock into, a butt to fuck and a footrest for the living room, then it doesn't matter where I'm kept until I'm wanted. It's the Master's business where he keeps his slave; whether it's in the hallway on the floor, bound and gagged in a closet or left in the bathroom with his head in the toilet. It took me a couple of years to figure it out, like I said, but I soon got used to it. Actually, I thrive on it.
We finish the joint: me on my knees before him, him standing before me, firmly in our roles as Master and slave. I'm feeling a bit wobbly at this point, from sustaining my upright kneeling position, but I keep my head down like a good little slave, watching my Master tease my hard, aching cock with his foot. Sometimes he'll start kicking my balls, lightly at first. He'll make me thank him for each one and ask for another, getting harder with each kick until it hurts too much. That part of our scene, I think, was my idea.
Of course, it's hard to tell whose idea is whose in our scene. Not that it matters, really, but it's interesting how they come together. After three years of regular sessions, playing out two separate flights of fantasy brought together through three years of groveling letters, heavy phonetalk and play, our scene has become this third thing around us. It's as if the scene modifies our own ideas somewhat, for they are never quite the same as we'd originally thought. Not that we're complaining, of course!
So we finish the joint: not only as Master and slave but as two good friends who've shared each other's horniest fantasies, taking each other to our limits and past them as we explore our roles of dominance and submission, torture and service—all of our play surrounded by the warm intense energy of our scene.
"On your belly, slut!"
I love this part—I fall forward on the floor at my Master's feet and put my hands behind my back. I hear him take the handcuffs from his belt and he gets down on one knee to click them around my wrists. Feeling cold metal around my wrists and in the small of my back, I look up to watch my Master go into the living room and take his place on the couch facing me. For the first time since I've been in, I can finally look up to see him sitting straight-backed on the couch, in T-shirt and jeans, his long legs and big feet spread apart to make a space for me between. In his right hand he holds his heavy belt, and I know I'll do anything for him.
'Get in here," he says, "and take your position in front of me." I struggle on the floor, half-squirming, half-kicking to get into the living room on my belly. I try bringing my legs up under me and pushing forward, but mostly I squirm like a worm on the floor, slowly bringing myself to my Master's feet. Sometimes I'll get carpet burns on my forehead and shoulder from all that work, but I'll still do it—more proof of my submission to his demands, our demands, the scene's demands.
"I haven't got all night, slut. Get your fuckin' ass in here!" The more he verbally abuses me the harder I work to get there.
The first time we tried this, having me belly into the living room, I started to cry. I struggled to get to him while he yelled at me, calling me names and threatening me with punishment. I just couldn't get to him any faster. I eventually flopped face forward into his carpet and started to cry with frustration. Lying there, sobbing like a baby with the handcuffs digging into the small of my back. All he said to me was, "That's okay, you can do it," in a very calm, encouraging way. He was so gentle about it that it made me work all that much harder. I had to get to him. Now I love this part. I can't remember if this part of the scene was his idea anymore. But it doesn't matter.
"Move it, pig!"
My Master is getting impatient. I can tell by the way he slaps his belt against the palm of his hand—his way of reminding what the belt is for and why I had better get my butt in there quick. Anything, I'll do anything for that man!
Three quarters of the way there, and I wonder what tools of torture await me on his coffee table tonight. What services will he make me perform for him tonight?
All I know at this point is that we'll play for about two hours, either trying something new or sticking with the tried-but-true games we've played happily for the past three years. We'll either push each other's limits past comfort and into a new area of SM play or just play comfortably within the current limits set, basking in the energy of our roles as Master and slave.
And then he'll make me cum by my own hand. Lying back on his floor before him, I'll grab my tender, tortured, aching hard-on and work it for him. Squirming on the ground at his feet, I'll jerk myself off as I feel my abused tits still stinging from his touch, with the smell of whatever part of his body he made me worship last still wet on my face. And I'll cum the biggest load I can for him, letting it shoot out all over my stomach while my Master watches and jerks off.
We'll both cum buckets-we usually do-and then we'll just stay where we are and collect our thoughts. Just a moment's breather as we both hold our cocks, exhausted and sensitive from their agonizing bursts of sheer pleasure. Then my friend will get down on the floor with me, kiss my forehead, and I'll get to see his face for the first time since I came into his apartment.
He'll have this very dopey-happy look on his face—a silly smile
He'll look at me and say, "I came so much I think my head caved in!"
Oh, he can be so romantic.
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DRUMMER DADDIES
IN SEARCH OF OLDER MEN
COP DADDIES
When I got out of Nam in 1969 I was a cocksure cocksman. I figured I could screw any guy I wanted. In the Marines I'd learned my big cock fascinated almost everyone . They may have started by sucking it, but it usually ended up their asses.
Back home the gay scene was hopping, and I found a lot of guys who liked what I had to offer. At 6'3", with an abnormal cock (11 inches soft) and a body by the USMC, I never lacked for partners.
After a couple of months I decided I wanted a permanent job and I'd always wanted to be a policeman. I was accepted into training and finished top of my class. I was 23.
My partner was assigned the next day. He was Ken, 38 years old, unmarried, a "by the book" cop, who spent two hours in the gym a day to keep a rock-hard body. Our first assignment was night patrol. We hit it off right away.
On my first night off I went to the local leather bar and was about to score when Ken walked in. He was working vice. Someone was sick and he'd been called in. Ken came over, pulled a guy off my crotch and ordered me outside and into his unmarked car.
"You stupid shit," he slapped me across the face, "Vice is going to sweep that bar in an hour. I was sent in to clean out 'political' people. You'd have lost your job, asshole."
I was shaken up and went home. About 4 A.M. my phone rang. Ken told me to come over to his apartment, we had some talking to do. When I got there he had coffee on and was wearing a pair of jockey shorts. He told me to stand at attention, poured himself some coffee, lit a cigar and asked me how good I was at taking orders. I said "The best!"
He told me to open my shirt. I did and he took each of my hard nipples and twisted them until I went to my knees. He was strong and cruel. He pulled me up by them. "You'll have to shave your chest. My razor's in the bathroom." I started to say something and he barked "NOW." Ken sat on the toilet as I shaved my pectorals clean.
"Let me see your famous horse cock." I pulled my pants down and then my briefs. He took a leather boot lace, tied it around the base of my ball sac and around the length of my thick meat.
"Now, who owns this meat?"
"What?" I gasped.
"Say, 'You do, Sir!" He slapped my balls. I did.
"Turn the fuck around." When I did he spread my ass and laid a finger on my tight asshole. He jammed a dry finger up to a knuckle. It hurt,
"Solid cherry." He smiled as he slapped my buns.
"Yes, Sir," I said. He slapped my balls again.
"Don't talk, asshole, unless I ask a question. Now get the fuck into the bedroom."
He had me strip and get on the bed, where he handcuffed me to the brass headboard. He sat on my face, burying his asshole on my nose, ordering me to lick his balls and ass.
He finally crawled off and used a roll of wide adhesive tape to bind my head, sealing my lips—then he got rough. Beating my ass with my own belt then Criscoing a dildo and, although I struggled, he tied my ankles spread wide with a couple of neckties and slowly, but painfully, ripped my ass open. Once in, he strapped it on me, then laid beside me and played with my tits and finally my cock and balls. I shot! He laughed and smeared my cum on my chest.
After he made me suck him off, he took me to his closet, handcuffed me behind my back and locked me in. During the weekend he raped me, humiliated me and finally embraced me. From then on his name was Daddy Ken.
We bought a duplex together and knocked out the wall between. We had separate addresses but one bed. We lived the private lives of professional policemen and Daddy-son for 17 years. In 1977, Daddy retired from the force and became a consultant for a security company.
One afternoon I came home and found a young man from the company being screwed by Daddy in our bed. After Dad came and saw the boy (25 years old) out, he hopped in the shower. Although he hadn't seen me, I was crushed and mad.
I walked in and admired Dad's 55-year-old trim, hard body under the spray of the shower—his ass was still taut and ivory-white with his tan line. When he stepped out he let me dry him off and kiss him. I told him I wanted to suck him off and pulled him nude into our basement and tied his hands to a rafter, gagged him, took off my belt and lashed his trembling buns until they were bright red.
Removing the gag, I ordered him to tell me how long he'd been fucking the guy from his company. He told me several months. I asked his name and address. After getting them, I drove to the address, found the guy and told him Ken wanted to see him about business.
He fell for it. His name was Larry, and when we got to the house, I said Ken would be back soon—to have a drink. I stripped, slipped on a robe and came into the living room, sat down, letting the robe expose my 11 inches. His eyes almost popped out of his head. I lifted my meat and balls.
DADDY BILL
When I was 18, my folks pretty much let me do what I wanted. I drove to the bars with a fake ID and tried to meet guys who liked me. I was attracted to older men (the older the better). I was 5'9", 135 lbs., and had platinum hair and blue eyes. I would go out with the tightest and most revealing and faded jeans I had. I usually wore a cutoff T-shirt and very worn sneakers. I told my parents that I was going to a friend's house but of course headed to the gay bars not far from where I lived.
The third time out, I saw a bunch of black men in the corner of the bar. I walked over to them and we all started to talk like we had known each other for a long time. Finally, the tallest black man asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint at his place. This sounded like fun to me, so I eagerly agreed. When we got to his place, he said that his name was Bill. He looked to be about 50 years old, but with big muscles and a huge dick.
He told me to take off all my clothes, but when I got to my jockstrap he told me to keep it on. He then took off his clothes and led me to his basement. He had a big table there, and he had me lay face up over it. When I did, he pulled my arms apart and tied them down with leather straps, then strapped my legs to the legs of the table. He then put a mask over my head. A dildo gag was forced into my mouth and strapped behind my head.
He put Ben Gay on my tits, cock and balls and pushed it up my ass with his finger. He then put clamps on my tits. I tried to cry out for him to stop, but the dildo down my throat stopped anything from coming out.
I didn't think it could get any worse, but he began to stick wide pins into my tits. They must have been very sharp because slowly they went into one side of the tit and out the other. He tugged and pulled at them to be sure the holes were big enough. When he was satisfied, Bill replaced them with rings that he pushed through the holes. I noticed that his dick had grown and so had mine.
Bill's next target was my cock. He stuck a big needle through the tip of my cock and then one through the bottom of my ball sac. When he pulled each needle out, he replaced it with a large gold ring.
Bill looked at his work and then placed a wide leather strap around my neck. It had long sharp studs inside that dug into my throat. He made it as tight as he could then attached a metal chain. The chain was fed through each tit ring and then down through the ring in my dick and on to the ring at the base of my cock. At that point, Bill connected another chain, ran it up between the cheeks of my ass and attached it to the back of the collar.
Well, I've been through a lot since then and now I'm living with a black guy with the biggest cock I've ever seen.
I'm his "kid" because I'm 20 and he is 42. I do anything that he wants, including servicing his friends when he has a party. He beats me real hard and often but, somehow, I like it and want to be his "boy" as long as he will have me.
The Kid Gary, IN
FATHER'S DAY SADNESS
An open letter to a special dad. Three years has not lessened my regret of past actions. Even knowing that I've been replaced by someone more deserving doesn't lessen my love and need for you.
When I called this past Sunday it was to wish you a happy Father's Day. But I got your answering machine and had to leave a message. It's hard to describe the empty feeling I get when the machine or Alistair answers.
Spending the day with my natural father made it even worse. Even though I love my family, I've come to realize how special your love has been.
From the moment I first heard your voice four years ago, I knew you were special. You were always so patient yet firm, though I now admit there were times I wished you had been firmer. Yet you managed to teach me so much. All the knowledge that I've gathered has been with your help and advice.
Some of the best memories are of that week in Monterey. As my life crumbled later, you took me in. Two weeks with you taught me more about myself than the previous twenty-odd years.
It was the saddest moment of my life, that last night. You didn't touch me. All I wanted was to please you. Not being able to sleep, I crawled to the foot of your bed and slept there. The next morning you were so patient and kind. You even tried to cheer me up as you drove me to the airport. You weren't even angry when I cried most of the way.
Sir, right or wrong, you let me decide between you and my faith. Now I can see how patient a person you are. Because when I turned my back on you, you were still always there. Your wise counsel has helped my through so much. You've let me make mistakes and been there to console. More than anyone else in the world, you've always accepted me without judgment.
Though I'm happy that you've found someone else to be your boy, part of me feels empty. Time has not diminished my love for you. Nor will it. For how can I forget the first person who taught me who I am?
Sir, one day I hope to meet again to, for a brief moment, rekindle those special days. To kneel before you, with balls in hand, mouth open, tongue extended. Waiting to serve you.
The Boy Long Beach, CA
Taking Care of
ADDY
We thank Steve Cole and Glen Webber for this excellent lesson in Taking Care of Daddy.
Steve will give Glen his reward in a future issue!
Photos by Jim Moss. Location and equipment courtesy of Eagle Leathers.
LAVE y name is—or was—David Felser. At 40, I had it all together: a well-paying job with promises of advancement, great clothes, the most prestigious credit cards, a condo in a nice part of Manhattan, a fat bank account. As I said, I had it made, anything I wanted.
That included sex. There wasn't a weekend that I didn't have someone-a different piece of young male meat every night. I may have been 40, but I was handsome and in great condition. I had swum and lifted weights for most of my life, keeping my six-foot, 155-pound frame wiry with muscle.
Between my legs I was more than okay too. My cock was a good eight inches when hard, and I had large balls hanging low in the sack. I was especially proud of those and enjoyed looking at them, holding them or better yet, feel them slap against some young stud's hard asscheeks as I rammed into his tight hole.
It was Saturday, a warm, late evening, just the kind I liked to spend cruising around Christopher Street, stopping in first one bar and then another looking over the crowd. For me, those bars were like boxes of chocolates. Half the fun was in picking over the various types until I saw the one guy I wanted.
Maybe it was the second or third place I'd stopped in that evening. I don't remember. Anyway, I was standing, leaning against the bar, looking over the crowd, when I saw him. I guessed he was in his early 20s, a bit shorter than I, with a slender build that he carried with feline grace. He was wearing western-style boots, skin-tight, faded denims and a white, sleeveless T-shirt that contrasted with his dark complexion. He was, in a word, magnificent, I thought perhaps the best-looking guy I'd ever seen. God! Just a look from his large, simmering, liquid eyes and I could be lost forever.
No one has ever said I was shy. Usually I had no trouble walking up to a guy I wanted and introducing myself. But this time was different. All I could do was stare at him, stripping him naked in my mind's eye, thinking of what he'd look like raw; imagining the feel of his hard, muscular, young ass-flesh under my fingers as I took him-which I fully intended to do.
With all that was going on in my head, I didn't notice that he was staring at me intently with an expression around his eyes and sensuous, full-lipped mouth that I hadn't seen directed at me before. It was a look, a smile of confidence,
Holy God! My head was reeling as he stepped back and said with a voice as soft as a cat, "Strip down. I want to see your flesh."
He was so beautiful, so much of everything that I had ever dreamed of and wanted in another male, and I was so fucking goddamned turned on that I didn't question his order. Besides, I thought, when he saw what I had, saw my long, hard dripping cock with its full veins running down the thick shaft like chains wrapped around it, he'd be out of his clothes fast and I'd have him on his stomach even faster.
As I stripped to the waist, I saw him looking, watching me with hooded eyes as perhaps a jaguar would watch a monkey.
"Turn around," he said as I let my shirt drop to the floor.
I did. He ran his hands over my shoulders, letting his fingers probe my back. It was almost degrading, as if he were inspecting a prize bull that he was thinking of buying.
"Okay," he said, finishing his inspection. "Now turn around and give me your belt."
There was no defying him, so I did as I was told, pulling the wide, thick, black leather strap from its loops and handing it to him.
He nodded, doubling it over and holding it in one hand as if he meant to use it as a whip.
"Now your pants, boots. Get everything else off."
I obeyed quickly, deciding as I stripped that whatever he was up to, it had better end soon. If he didn't strip, I'd do it
I was trapped and I knew it, knew it with a sickening feeling that made me feel clammy, even though the air was warm. The little warning voice in the back of my head that had whispered earlier, was screaming its head off now that something was not right about this, not right at all. I'll admit I was scared shitless standing naked in the total dark. Here I was, isolated in this basement room with a guy who might be the biggest turn-on of my life but also, I realized, could be one great big threat.
With every effort I tried to calm down. After all, what did I have to fear? Nothing—so far as I knew.
Then he turned on the light. What I saw fully justified every fear and even today is branded on my brain as if by a white-hot iron. The room was about the size of an average bedroom with the floor of black tile, the walls and ceiling gray, looking as if they might be solid concrete. Heavy metal rings were set into the walls, some with chains, some without. There were chains hanging from the ceiling with manacles attached to them and, along the wall to my left, more chains, with ropes, paddles of various sizes and whips of many different lengths.
My God! The place was a fucking dungeon; a god-damned torture chamber, and I was caught in it! No way, Jose! No fucking, goddamned way at all!
"You little bastard!" I screamed at him. "If you think I'm gonna go along with …"
"You got no choice, man," he interrupted. His voice indicated confident control.
"You bet your sweet ass I've got a choice! You let me the hell out of this or I'll beat the livin' shit out of you!"
of an arrogance that might be seen on the face of a young, conquering matador. Despite a certain innocence to his features, his whole appearance seemed to say that he was in complete control. But it did make me slightly uncomfortable . I'd always been the one in control, the topman, and never the other way around. But here was this dream of a guy who was turning me on as it had never happened before, and I had the feeling that he'd get a kick out of dry-fucking me and laughing at my pain and humiliation.
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head but opened them guickly when I heard a guietly smooth, deep, commanding voice.
"What's up man?"
He was standing right in front of me. My heart felt like it was doing the jitterbug, while my mouth was so dry I might have been getting over a three-day drunk. I tried to talk, to say something, anything, but I couldn't to save myself.
"Feels like you are-up," he continued as his fingers outlined my blood-swollen cock, rigid in my jeans.
I still couldn't get words out so I just leaned back and let him do what he would. The pressure of his fingers felt so damned good moving slowly up and down over the cloth that held my aching dick a helpless prisoner.
"You're big." His voice was almost a purr. "I like guys with thick meat."
"Yeah," I finally managed to get out.
"Yeah," he repeated in an almost mocking tone. "An' men with big balls," as he felt up my nuts.
I was in heaven and thought I could cum right there, but he dropped his hand and offered to buy me a beer. I accepted his offer gratefully.
He said his name was Raul. He'd been born in Puerto Rico, but when he was two, his parents had moved to New York. They were dead, but they'd left him a house in Union City, a place just across the Hudson where he lived alone.
When I'd finished my beer, he took the bottle and said with quiet certainty, "You're coming home with me tonight." He paused as a little smile played around the corners of his sexy mouth and then added, "Maybe stay awhile."
Before I could ask what he meant by that, he put his hand on the back of my neck and guided me out of the bar.
A subway and bus ride later, we were at his place, a small house on a street that ran off the main drag.
Inside, the living room looked comfortable enough, even if furnished somewhat on the garish side. That was okay. I wasn't there to look at the decor. But one thing I did notice particularly and that was a large painting over the mantel of a victorious young matador standing over a vanguished bull.
As in the bar, I was lost in my head when he took me in his arms and seized my lips in a moist kiss, entering my mouth with his hot, wet tongue, flicking it like a snake. for him and take, by force if I had to, what I'd come to get. So maybe it'd be rape. I'd done that before to one or two guys who thought they were too macho to have another man's cock rammed up their hole. I finished and stood in front of him naked, my cock at rigid attention.
"Okay, handsome," I thought, "Say something. Do something —or else!"
For perhaps fifteen seconds nothing happened as he just stood there, arms folded across his chest, holding my belt and staring at me as if I were a piece of prime meat in a store. I'd never felt more totally naked in my life.
Finally, he put his arms around my neck and kissed me as before. I shuddered and nearly came as the tender flesh of my cockhead rubbed against his thighs. I pushed my mouth against his, my tongue meeting his as he thrust it between my lips. But when I tried to hold him, he drew back a little.
"It won't be long now," he said softly.
I thought, I really believed that I understood what he meant and my brain was on fire as it had never been before.
"Here," he whispered, "let me put this on you."
Without waiting for a response, he looped my belt around my neck, pulled it snug through the buckle, letting the end hang down, resting in the cleft between my pectorals.
"What the … ?" I began in surprise. But he stopped me with a quick kiss.
"You look good in it and," he added with a wink, "it turns me on."
That shut me up. Whatever got him hot and ready for action was fine with me. Besides, it was kind of strange but the feel of the leather around my neck actually felt good. "C'mon," he said.
Without question I followed him out of the room, down the hall to what I assumed was the door to the basement. So maybe he had a "playroom" down there. How was I to know?
Once there, there didn't seem to be anything unusual about the room. Just an ordinary basement with the stuff you'd expect to find there.
"Over here," he said.
While I'd been looking around, he'd gone over to the far wall and was standing beside a dark, open doorway.
"C'mon," he said, inclining his head toward the opening , "It's my own special room for fun,"
In the back of my mind, way back, a tiny voice spoke a warning telling me to get back upstairs as fast as I could, grab my stuff and leave. But I ignored it. It was easy enough to do looking at him and the way I felt. A few steps and I was beside him, trying to see into the darkness beyond.
"Inside," he ordered.
When I hesitated, he took the end of the belt hanging down my chest and with a tug, pulled me in after him. The door slid shut behind us, and I heard the click of a lock.
He said nothing at all. Instead he came to me, put his arms around me and kissed me.
"You want me?" he whispered. "Want my body?" And he kissed me again.
My fear and anger drained away. God, yes! I wanted him and wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone before. He stepped back and our eyes locked. I tried to look away, tried to move, but it was as if he held me fast without even touching me. Christ! As if I were hypnotized.
"You want me?" It was more a statement than a question and one to which he already knew the answer.
All I could do in response was nod.
He smiled, arrogantly victorious. "C'mere," he ordered.
I went to him expecting a kiss. Instead he backhanded me across the mouth once, twice, three times in rapid succession.
My head rang from the blows and I saw stars. I could taste the warm, sweet stickiness of my own blood from my broken mouth, but I stood there, just stood there looking at him, didn't even try and defend myself as he hit me again.
"Now listen to me, shithead," he said, his voice as calm and level as if he were talking to someone in a quiet bar. "Listen, because I'm only goin' to say this once. You're here because I want you, and you wanna know why? Because you're older and built an' from the look of you, you got money, and I want a rich slave, 'cause you know what? You're gonna give me, your master, everything you fuckin' have, and that includes your life, your mind. You're gonna give it all to me 'cause I'll own you. I …"
"No," I tried to shout in protest, but the word sounded more like a plea, and I'd barely gotten it out when he slapped me hard again.
"I didn't tell you you could say anything. The first thing you gotta learn is you don't say nothing, not a goddamned, fucking word unless I allow you. Understand?"
I didn't answer; didn't want to answer; didn't want to give him the conquest he was seeking.
He stared into my eyes demandingly. I stared back—or tried to; tried to with every ounce of will that I had. But it was no use, and I dropped my gaze.
"Understand?" he asked again, his voice quiet, yet hard.
When as before he got no reply, he reached down, took my balls and gave them an awful, downward wrench. A sickening feeling tore into my gut. I doubled over with a cry at the terrible crunching pain that made me feel as if I were about to vomit up my insides and fell to my knees.
He followed me down, still gripping my nuts, twisting them, turning them with savage force.
"Agh-h-h-h-h-h-gh!!" I screamed. I tried to push his hand away but couldn't, and the torture only grew worse. Finally, I could take no more.
"I-I understand. Oh, God! Stop it! I understand!"
He dropped my nuts and cracked me hard across the side of the head.
"Understand what, slave? What do you understand?" "1-1…"
He grabbed my balls again.
"I—I understand I can't talk. Only," I gasped, "only if you let me."
He smiled, took his hand away and gave me a gentle kiss.
"You'll make a good slave," he said with satisfaction as he stood up. "You'll see. It'll take a while. Tonight's only a beginning. But that's what I made this room for; to make a slave outta somebody -you, as it turned out-to break you, tear you into little pieces and then put you back together again, only just the way I want you, with no will of your own. As I said, it'll take some time, but I'll both torture you and give you plenty of affection. That way, you'll crack and let me into your soul, and then you'll be my property. It's as simple as that. Understand?"
"Yes," I answered. "Yes, I understand."
Shit! I'd have said anything to satisfy him. I certainly didn't believe anything about that slave-shit nonsense he was talking about. I didn't think there was anything he could do to make me into what he wanted-although at that moment I did remember reading what he'd probably read about hostages learning to love their captors. And that's what I was, wasn't I? His fucking hostage.
Again he kissed me and then pushed me over onto my back so that I lay staring up at his wonderfully handsome face and beautiful body that had turned me on like crazy—and in fact, as my stiff prick showed, still did. It was that, I knew, which would allow him to rule me.
I watched him as he went to get leg irons. I watched as he fastened one to each of my ankles and then with chains attached to them, I watched as he linked them to rings in either wall, pulling my legs as far apart as they would go, twisting them so the muscles of my thighs bulged, making them look like there were thick cords braided under my skin.
My arms were tied together at my wrists and elbows and pulled back over my head by a rope secured to a ring set in the back wall.
Finished, he stood over me, straddling my naked, stretched body, looking down at me with that self-satisfied, arrogant smile of his. I thought maybe he was going to piss on me, but instead he crossed his arms over his chest and in one long, slow motion, peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it carelessly to one side.
Je-sus Christ! He was a hunk! The dark almond-shaped nipples on his gently rising pecs; the hairless flesh of his rippled and slightly concave belly and the line of dark hair that formed a path from his navel down and disappeared into the top of his jeans made me forget what he intended to do to me-or, if this makes any sense, made me want to down and sideways as I watched. Then he said in a purr, "Want me to sit on that big prick of yours and let you do it?"
"Oh, God! Yes! Sit on my fat cock. Let it in you; ride up and down on it. Please! I want to fuck you so bad; so bad; so goddamned BAD!"
He turned and smiled. "I got news for you. You're going to fuck me every day for the rest of your life, every time I want you to."
"Yeah," I responded, my voice hoarse in anticipation.
He laughed in a mirthless way and ended that part of my torment by going over to a small bench that stood against the wall on my right. I watched as he picked up a black leather strap about two inches wide and the length of a belt. I guessed that he was going to whip me with it, but then—oh, Jesus God! I saw that the thing was studded with silver-colored tacks driven through it in rows of two for about half its length with the points projecting on the underside.
"Oh, Christ!" I thought, as a wave of cold fear swept my brain and rolled over my gut.
"Like it?" he asked, standing beside me and holding the strap up so that I could see plainly the needle-sharp points. "I made this myself. It even has a name. Want to know what it is?"
"Please," I begged. "Please. Don't … "
He ignored me.
"It's called 'The Teacher.' Want to know what it feels like so you'll understand the name?"
"No! God, no! Don't use that thing on me. Please, don't. Please! PLEASE!"
It was useless. Maybe I knew that. I don't know. Maybe … ? The electric thrill as I knew what was going to happen to me; what he was going to do to me—and why. He raised his arm, swinging with all his might, bringing the strap slamming down, ramming the needlelike points into my side.
"Agh-h-h-h-h!!"
Then he yanked it back, dragging the tack points over my belly, cutting bloody lines into my flesh as he pulled the belt across it. The pain stabbed through my helpless body like a thousand burning knives cutting into me and I screamed, knowing that the room was probably soundproofed , and no one outside that room would hear my agony.
"Please!" I pleaded, begged with everything in me. "For the love of God, PLEASE!"
Again he swung the strap, bringing it down, getting my chest, then my belly and each thigh, each time puncturing my skin and each time dragging the points across my flesh, creating fresh, bloody cuts. I twisted in my bonds, knowing there was no escape from the terrible punishment he was giving me; the torture that I had to take. It was as if a random, so maybe your thigh will get it-or maybe your cock."
"PLEASE!" As piteously as I could.
He ignored me and went on.
"It'll stop when you tell me you're ready to accept your place and be trained as my total slave." He paused and then added, "Oh, yeah. Maybe I ought to tell you that this battery can hold up for quite a while, and I've got a lot more."
He got a folding chair, set it beside the cart, lit a cigarette and switched the device on. For a moment nothing happened. Then a terrible, searing pain shot into my left thigh, forcing my muscles to contract, jerking my ankle against the chain and sending shuddering spasms throughout my entire body as it arched as far off the floor as the metal links that bound me would permit. The next one hit the right side of my belly and then came the next and the next and the next in a steady series of pulses that allowed my body to fall slack before the next one struck into me.
How long it went on, I don't know. My muscles, stretching and bulging under my tortured skin seemed to be ropes of fire bringing agony that made the beating I'd received from the tack-studded belt seem mild by comparison . I screamed, cried at the top of my lungs, but it did no good. Finally, inside, I collapsed.
"I'll-agh-g-g-gh-h-h-gh-slave-slave-agh-h-e-e-e —be slave—your slave—agh-h-h-h-h-l! Slave! Agh-e-e!! Please! Train-train me!!"
I screamed as I'd never screamed before or thought in my most tortured fantasies that I ever would.
He turned the thing off, and my pain-filled body collapsed against the tiles of the floor. Every nerve was raw. Every muscle was as if it were made of twisted strands of barbed wire.
"You're going to make a good slave."
His voice was soft, tender and his lips as he knelt to kiss me were gentle as the pain had been terrible. If there was any resistance in me, the sweet touch of his mouth and the easy probing of his tongue ended it.
He got up and went again to the bench, returning with a small square of plywood. I felt oddly detached as I raised my head, watching as he placed the board between my outstretched thighs, shoving it up until part of it was underneath my ass. He got up and got a small metal tool box, which he placed beside him as again he knelt between my legs, taking my balls, running them gently between his fingers.
Suddenly the detachment was gone. Instead, I was scared, more frightened than before with more fear gripping my gut than I had felt that night. A quick click of a fastener and the box was open.
"Please, Sirl"There was nothing phony about those words. "Master. Whatever you want. Please!"
He looked up at me, smiled and reached into the tool
do it. Would being a slave to such a man as now stood over me be that bad?
He tweaked his nipples, ran his hands slowly down his sides and then, satisfied that I was turned on as it was possible to be, undid the button on the top of his denims, eased his zipper down, pausing to run his tongue along his full upper lip. Then he pushed back the flaps. His long, slender cock sprang out, and he held it with one hand as with the fingers of the other, he stroked its shaft and head, moist with precum.
"Like my cock?" he teased. "Want to suck it? Feel it hot in your throat? Taste my fresh, hot cum going into you? How bout my balls?"
Fuck! They were big! Almost as big as mine and in their dark, hairy sack, made to be played with.
"I know you like my balls," he crooned. "I know you want to suck on 'em, worship them. Right, slave?"
I swallowed hard. He was right on target and he knew it.
"Yeah," I answered in a choked voice. "I'd like that; like to lick 'em. Make 'em all juicy wet. Feel your hot body with my tongue. I need, need those nuts, man; need 'em in my mouth."
I had never said that to any man before in my life, but I was so fucking hot, so horny, so close to explosion that the words just spilled out.
He stepped over me and stripped off his jeans. His thighs and calves were full with muscle and covered with dark hair. For the first time in my life I wanted to give someone a tongue bath; lick his hairy legs until they glistened with spit; wash him all the way up until I could eat his nuts and then go down on his cock, bury my nose in the thick tangle of his black pubic hair while I massaged his prickhead with the muscles at the back of my throat. No! I didn't do things like that. It had never been my style. But, Christ! I wanted him so bad; wanted him to the point that I didn't care who was on top.
"Like my legs, daddy?" he asked, his voice sounding as if it were velvet.
"Yeah," I answered.
He didn't need more of a reply than that. He could see my body shining with sweat and tensed in the chains that held me stretched out and helpless.
It was pretty obvious from the seductive smile on his face that he knew what he was doing to me; knew the torment I was in-and loved every minute of my sexual anguish. Turning around about halfway, he placed his hand on one hairy asscheek.
"Daddy like his boy's ass? Want to touch it? Kiss it? Run your hot tongue all over. Mmmmmmm. Wouldn't that feel goooood? I'll bet you'd like to fill my guts with your long, hard cock; fuck my tight little hole; fuck my eyes out, wouldn't vou?"
He paused, rubbing his right asscheek slowly up and great-fanged snake was coiled around me, sinking its teeth into my tortured, writhing body. My head rolled back and forth, my mouth that he had hit and then taken with his lips was now a gaping hole flooded with screams, sobs and begging, crying please for him to quit.
Finally, he stopped, his lithe, brown body glistening in the light with trickles of sweat, as mine glistened with my blood.
He dropped the strap to the floor beside me, went to the bench and returned with a pair of alligator tit clamps.
"Ever worn these?" he asked as he knelt beside me. "No," I replied in a choked whisper. "No. Please."
He nodded and opened one to show me the sharp metal teeth and allowed it to snap shut so I could see the effect of the powerful spring.
"Please, don't," I begged. "Please. I'll do any … " But my voice trailed off, lost in the hopelessness of my situation.
He opened one, held it to my right nipple and then, after what seemed like an eternity, allowed it to snap shut. The terrible teeth bit into my tender tit-flesh. The pain stabbed across my chest, and I groaned in agony; sounds that became cries as he pulled it. Then he did the same to my left nipple, bringing more blood and shooting pain.
For a while he just looked at me, saying nothing, smiling at my torture as his fingers flicked the clamps that I had to wear.
"You'll make a good slave," he said finally.
"Please," I begged. "I'm no slave; don't want to-don't make me a slave."
In answer, he just smiled and kissed me.
Then he got up and brought a small wheeled cart over to where I lay spread out. On it were what looked like a car battery, another box of some kind with dials, switches and knobs and a tangle of wires with metal clamps on the ends.
Cold, naked, sweat-drenched in fear, I watched helplessly as he took the wires and started snapping the clamps on to my body— two on either side of my neck, two on my chest just below the tit clamps, two on my belly, one each on the tender inner flesh of my thighs and finally one on my cockhead. Finished, he stood up and stepped back.
"I invented this, too. When I turn it on, it'll start sending electric shocks into you-not enough to burn you, just hurt a lot. You'll be shocked by one wire at a time. It's all box and took out a scalpel. Everything went black,
All that was long ago—over a year, I think. I am a slave now and a good one maybe. At least I try. Sometimes he-my owner-tells me so. I'm grateful when he does, because I love him and want to please him in every way I can. He loves me too. I know that, but I know also that I've got to be punished when I make a mistake-or just to remind me of my place as his total slave. Then he takes me to the basement room where I was brought that first night. I guess I should say that the next morning, he forced me to call into the office and take a two-months leave. I spent that time being completely broken and trained.
As is right, I signed everything I had over to him; my money, bonds, condo-which he sold-everything. My master is now a rich man. He did, though, allow me to keep my job. Every morning he watches while I shower, making sure I clean myself thoroughly. Then he chooses the suit and tie I'm to wear-and the shirt with its collar high enough to hide the leather band that's locked around my neck. I'm doing well at work. I have to, I want my Master to be proud of me, and he likes the fat paychecks I give him.
As to my other clothes, well, I don't need those. Around the house, I'm always naked-except for my collar, the iron rings that pierce my tits and cockhead and, of course, his initials that are branded into my chest; one each on my left and right pectoral. I know he's making another branding iron, so I guess my ass will soon be marked as well.
I don't think much about the time when I wasn't a slave. Sometimes, though, when he's strung me up to whip me or torture me in some new way, he'll hang a picture where I can see it. It's a photo of me taken at a party in a swank hotel showing the way I was. Always next to it is a full-length mirror so that I can see myself now; a naked, branded slave-daddy.
Other things have changed, too. Other than at work, I'm not Mr. Felser or David or Dave. My name is "Slave-Daddy " and it's the only one I answer to. When he takes me out and I see someone I knew, I'm not allowed to speak to them or acknowledge them in any way. I don't think anyone would speak to me in any case. Even in the coldest weather, I'm never allowed to wear a shirt. My collar, my harness, my branded chest and tit rings, if nothing else, make it pretty obvious what I am and that I'm different now.
I'm reminded just how different every time I move and my ballsac swings heavily between my thighs. The reason is that it's weighted-not on the outside, but in my sac where, ever since that first night, I've worn two heavy steel balls that he put there after he'd cut away my real nuts. Those he keeps in a jar of alcohol in his bedroom, where I can see them every day. It's true what he tells me. I'm a slave-daddy, and my boy-master owns his daddy's balls. □
n the first half hour, Sand-mutopia University's Professor Fledermaus gives a classroom presentation on erotic rope bondage. He talks about the pros and cons of various kinds of ropes and knots, and rope versus leather, steel and other bondage media. He discusses pinched nerves and restricted circulation and shows how to avoid or minimize these problems . And he gives guidelines for quick emergency bondage removal. With the aid of a muscular live manikin he demonstrates various bondage ties and gives instructions for putting on a rope body harness.
If the first part is lecture/ demonstration, the second part is laboratory, definitely hands-on participation. It opens as two TopMen put a bottom into a rope harness then lace him securely to the bars of a cell door. A bout of cock and ball bondage and torture follow, in- cluding rasping the bottom's hard, throbbing cock with emery boards.
Then the taller Top ties his assistant belly-down to a wooden bar stool and works him over with rubber hoses and a wooden paddle. This new bottom screams and writhes nicely and finally succeeds in breaking up the stool. He is then also placed in a rope body harness and laced between the legs of a steel ladder.
Fledermaus joins in the scene and transfers the first bottom from the cell to a swing, where he is securely tied in and swung by a rope around his balls while being subjected to other torments . His hard cock is beaten with a soft rubber hose until he cums. Then the attention turns back to the bottom in the ladder who gets more ass beating and cock and ball torture.
Rope That Works is the only-Sandmutopia University tape
Rope That Works in the Slave and Master series of real S / M videos. All of the Slave and Master tapes have just been rereleased after having been unavailable for nearly a year. More information on this series of unique videos will be given in the next issue of Drummer. Two more Sandmu-topia University videos are available. In the first part of Sensitizing the Skin Fleder-maus talks about using the violet wand and candles. The sec- ond part is an extended hot-wax scene. In part one of Beating Ass Fledermaus talks about paddles, whips, canes and truncheons as well as a variety of around-the-house implements, like a fly swatter and a toilet brush, and demonstrates each on a hunky bottom's nicely rounded buns, often using his black panther tattoo as a bull's- eye. In the second part of the tape the TopMan, the guy on the ladder in Rope That Works, works over the asses of two bottoms using all kinds of implements.
This is a unique series of tapes. They are the only ones available presenting detailed technical information about S / M techniques. And they are among the few available that give real rather than simulated S / M action. They are great to learn from, since they first tell you how, then show you how. They are also great to enjoy even after you have learned, since you can always fast-forward past Fledermaus' lecture and enjoy the real meat of the tape over and over again.
-Gene Hall Available in VHS or Beta from Sandmutopia Supply Co., PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101. Sensitizing The Skin and Beating Ass are $59.95 each; Rope That Works is $79.95. (Add $1.50 per tape shipping and handling.)
Beating Ass
LEATHER NOTEBOOK by LARRY TOWNSEND
Recently, I attended a gay party where the host showed a number of videos, most of which were pretty boring, until he put on one called "B & K Fantasies." This involved guys doing a number of SM scenes, some of which I have read about in Drummer, but would never dare to try on myself. One of the scenes involved a guy taking needles and shoving them through his balls. He showed little or no pain. My question to you is why didn't he feel pain, and secondly, wouldn't the needles damage his balls? I have always had fantasies about getting pierced, but for now I think I will pass. Since my lover does not know about my interest in SM, I hope you will be able to answer my questions in your Drummer column.
Name withheld
Dear Anonymous,
Piercing the balls is one of the more esoteric SM activi-ties , usually done only by guys who have traveled a long way down this road, and who have tried a great many other things first. Steeled somewhat by their previous experiences, they are better able to handle the pain as well as the concept in general. As you can surmise, there is a fair amount of pain involved-although this is a relative (and subjective) quantity ; i.e., it will be greater or otherwise depending on the individual, Remember that pain becomes another form of pleasure for the more sophisticated bottom. As to the potential for damage, this certainly exists. Any time you pierce the skin, you run the risk of infection , but I think your question has more to do with the potential harm to the testicle by the needle entering it. Unless you pierce a blood vessel and cause a hemorrhage, your nuts can usually survive a piercing with no apparent damage. However , I think this is an activity that has to be done infrequently , and with plenty of time left for healing between sessions. I know guys who have had it done to them several times, and who seem none the worse for wear. Maybe they were just lucky. But since this is a form of symbolic castration, it is possible a real aficionado would not regret the loss of a testicle, assuming it was done in a psychologically satisfying situation. [Ed.: There are articles on ball piercing in Dun-geonMaster 9 and Dungeon-master 14.]
Dear Larry,
I am a 21-year-old male, just learning about SM, and would like to be a slave. But, reading about the kid named Scott (Drummer 103) who was acting as a slave for the guy who supports him, I got really angry. I believe you must first be respected as a human being, whether you are a Master or a slave. It sounds like this kid is really scared and feels trapped with no place to go. I know I'd have felt bad having to go to gym class with a pierced navel. I was told by a good friend, "Don't do anything that doesn't feel right. Go with what your gut instincts tell you." It sounds like this kid doesn't have any choice about what happens to him. I don't know about you, but I don't want my first experience to be bad like this, I'd just like to tell Scott, "If you have no say and don't like what's going on, get out of there and live with friends or anyone else."
Don, Minneapolis, MN
Dear Don.
In the broadest sense, you're right, and this is what I told Scott to do. But remember, he didn't say he was a live-in lover; he called himself a slave, and it was apparently on this basis that his Master took him in. That creates an entirely different relationship from the one you apparently visualize and desire. I've ruffled a lot of feathers by holding to this position , but those who understand the meaning of the word "slave" agree with me. Let me give a couple of examples to illustrate my meaning:
If I offer to allow a young man to live in my home, and agree to support him in exchange for his sexual favors, I have created a situation wherein he has the right to refuse anything he considers to exceed his limits (be these SM or whatever). Of course, I also have the right to tell him to leave if he refuses to satisfy me. Conversely, he has the option to leave if he refuses to satisfy me. Conversely, he has the option to leave if I make him unhappy. This is clear-cut and understandable to anyone.
Now, add the element of a Master-slave situation. In this, the kid is abdicating his right of choice, and placing himself completely under my control. He does this voluntarily and knowingly. I may then call upon him to do whatever I require of him, until such time as either of us decides we are unhappy with the situation. The choice of going on together , or breaking it off, is still within the purview of either nartner.
My argument in Scott's case was that he called himself "slave," but refused to accept that status. If his Master was too rough on him, his choice was either to accept it or to leave. If he had no other place to go. That's tough; but it's also life in the big city. His Master was not under any obligation to support him; it was only by mutual consent that they were together in the first place. Read on.
Dear Sir,
My Master allowed me to write you. Like Scott in issue 103, I am 18 years old and a high school student, but I am a slave. I live with my Master, who supports me with the agreement that I am his slave. My Master has shaved my crotch, pierced my tits and cockhead. I don't care what anyone in gym class thinks about this. These are the will of my Master, and that is all that matters. We often go to the beach, and my Master always puts a cock and ball harness on me that causes me to get a hard-on. I am then ordered to wear a brief bikini, which leaves little to the imagination . (And I'm very well hung.) If my Master ordered me to wear a G-string, I'd do it because He wanted me to. I am also given to the winner of the monthly poker game for a day, with strict limits set by my Master as to what my temporary Master can do to me. I love all of this, and love my Master for allowing me to serve Him and His friends. I hope Scott gets his act together and serves his Master. He must learn to submit to his Master's will. slave mike, Mt. Clemens, MI
Dear slave mike,
You sound like a man who is worthy of the title. Congratulations !
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CASTRATION
Handsome, well-built, young, 26. I want to be castrated. Seeking correspondence with others who want to be castrated, other eunuchs, ballcutters, fantasies, literature, photos. Call (901) 725-4973. Box 5837
LONG HAIR IS SEXY
NE soldier, 32, 5'10", good-looking Irishman seeks hot men with long, flowing hair (facial and body hair is a plus). Come, put your mouth to a nice, ripe cock while I unloosen your locks. Am also into Greek active with the right partner. Please send photo. Box 5748LF
NAKED SEXSLAVE / HOUSEMAN
25-45, masculine, healthy, wanted for Master and partner, stable, dynamic, sex-crazed, versatile, grey-haired / bearded motorcycle men, both 54. Duties: Master's bike buddy. cocksucking, assplay, WS, TT, C&BT, wax, whip / paddle, BD, cooking, housework. Good service, loyalty, more. Master Les, Box 511265, SLC, UT 84151-1265. (LF4733)
WM SUBMISSIVE SEEKS DOMINANT
6', 170 lbs., 36 y.o., 7" cut, completely shaved (head-to-foot) submissive seeks affectionate but demanding top. Me: Masculine, aggressive in career / life, but submissive sexually (enjoy G / P, F / A, giving body worship; lite S / M, TT, CBT, VA, WS). Healthy lifestyle. You: Dominant, affectionate, firm body, successful, Unimportant: Age, height, cocksize, race, weight. Write Rich Conley, Box 242, NY, NY 10002 or call (212) 228-2169 7-9 AM or 11:30 PM-12:30 AM EST. (LF5753)
HEY SLAVEBOY
Ready to offer commitment, devotion to Leatherman? Possess passion for varied, intense sexual gratification including kink no less stronger than desire for intimacy, affection ; have good physical presence, proper attitude? Master considers all serious candidates submitting detailed letter, phone num- ber, returnable photo for interview. Assisted relocation if chosen. Box 5754LF
FIT TO BE ABUSED slave seeks no-nonsense cop, master who knows what they want. Should be into cigars. motorcycles and abusing a slave in any way. Master is over 6', 150 lbs. up. Will answer all. photo will get mine. Will relocate. Box 5653LF
NYC HOME FOR RAUNCH BOY
Will provide good home and spending allowance to son dedicated to meeting my needs. You should be somewhat raunch and shit oriented, and must provide dirty toilet sex for me on regular basis. Also keep your ass and body dirty and smelly. Wanting permanent, loving and affectionate relationship. I'm 41 with a dominant personality. You should like being emotionally dependent and submissive to my will in our everyday lives. Besides much quiet time at home, travel and good times will be part of relationship. Have been health conscious and have not been exposed to virus; expect same. Send photo and detailed letter about self. Box 5710
ASSISTANT DRIVER POSITION
Seeking owner-operator or OTR driver that needs an assistant driver / helper / partner, 40, 5'7", 210 lbs., rugged, responsible and willing to work long and hard. Am willing to invest with right person to purchase a tractor and we work it together as a team. Box 5667LF
TOTAL SADIST seeks abuse-hungry WM masochist for heavy S / M pain trips. TT, paddled, canes, CBT, cigarettes. Begin slow, work up to heavy action. Masochist must have high or nonexis-tant pain limits. Good build required. Sadist is 43, 170, 6', blond, HOT! No fluid exchange or permanent damage / marks. Western U.S. Box 5278LF
YOU CAN SERVE 2 MASTERS
Submit your subservient will, brain and trim body to Daddy (52, 5'10", 170) smooth. and Brother (37, 6'2", 165) both G / a, F / p, for sex & servitude for once or forever. You will be owned, protected, controlled, trained, disciplined . punished, exhibited, humiliated worked, bound, used, abused, & know that you are loved. Mental surrender is first; the rest is easy. No phoneys, dopeys, or alkies. Pot & poppers okay. Submit & expose yourself by writing Dick & Bill, 54 East Main, Fayetteville, PA 17222. Near Baltimore & D.C. Photo returned. All answered. (LF5395)
LEATHER AND MOTORCYCLES
WM, 47, 6'2", 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. I 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
DADDY BOTTOM REQUIRED to worship hot 29-year-old son. Son's feet and pits need special attention in return Daddy may expect VA, CP and more. Safe / sane only. Write with phone #. Box 4973
FISTFUCKING BUDDIES wanted for heavy scenes by versatile, hot, horny GWM, 31, 5'10", 160, hairy bearded. Also into leather, W / S, S&M, VA and more. Photo to Bridwell, PO Box 7686, Atlanta, GA 30357
DYNAMITE KID
Man-boy pyroerotic into cigars, explosives, gasoline, fireworks. handguns, police, firecrackers, bikers, firemen, matches. moustaches, paramilitary men, demolition experts, beards, Viet vets, violence, torture, ammo dumps. Things that go bang and boom. Firebugs, Burning hard-ons, Leather, Safesex S / M, DA / AWS, PO Box 20147, London Terrace NYC 10011. (718) 789-6147. Station, (LF5652)
LEXINGTON / CINCINATTI AREA
40 y.o. GWM seeking 21 GWM, little family, Us: Vanilla / heavy asswork, many tats, piercings, big nutsac a turn-on; heavy pain & torture, safe sex, leather, electrotorture, sharing, monogamous (group later), very hairy & Photos Travel weekends. desire same. exchanged. I have little family, too. Equality important. Box 5654LF
WHITE ASS TOY
34, 5'8", 155 lbs., available for one or more BLACK MEN. Hole has recently moved up to stretching. Craves long sessions with fun substances. Has some toys, small to huge. Fists possible with proper training. Ass available nationwide especially SF and NYC. Letters with pictures get first reply. Box 5649LF
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 (short is a plus). Send me a recent photo anyway, cocksucker, with your application. Write, Sir PO Box 1095, Richmond, VA 23208 (LF5501)
DADDY SEEKS SON
Attractive, masculine, 39, blue, blond, WM seeks a submissive obedient affectionate son. You should expect to be disciplined when you fail to live up to your potential or my expectations. Son should be younger, but attitude and desire to serve are most important . If you have an attitude of submission and a need for discipline and love, the rest is easy. You can only begin to experience real freedom and safety when you are under the watchful eye of a caring, strict daddy. Write or call (the number is listed) James T. Raymond, Box 10054, Richmond, VA 23240. (LF5668)
MASTER
Handsome, muscular, trim, well-built, 48, 5'91 / 2", 145 lbs., seeks slave-masochist-lover, permanent, temporary or weekend who is trim, under 45, well-built. All scenes. Into being face-fucked, toilet trained, whipped, heavy flogging, FF, WS, scat, C&BT, hot wax, electrotorture, piercing, B&D, branding, stretching etc. Well-designed and equipped dungeon available. Send picture, to seek Master's pleasure. Box 4240LF
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
LIVE-IN SLAVE WANTED
You must enjoy heavy CB&TT, bondage, S / M. Training, rules, discipline, punishments, chores will be routine. Rewards are earned, I have leathers, restraints, tools, dungeon equipment. I'm tall, lean, hung, 36, stable. You're younger, trim, hung. You give me total submission, dedication. Want a happy slave-dog serving me permanently. PO Box 146162, San Francisco, CA 94114-6162.
LITTLE GUY
Good things come in small packages! Tall, lean, dominant, demanding big brother / daddy needs a little guy to love! My son will be loving, intelligent, honest, obedient, industrious, bottom , very seuxal, under 5'6", trim and more! He seeks a monogamous, loving, permanent relationship with a Dad that will return his love. Make me a proud DAD! Can travel. Send photo and letter to: DADDY, PO Box 23234, Seattle, WA 98102
MIND GAMES
21 yo, needs heavy mental mind-fuck games. not excessive physical pain. Sadistically humiliate and degrade me, reducing me into subservient animal. Box 5794
DAD SKS RESPCTFL SON / LOVER
Good-looking GWM, 37, 5'5", grey (balding), moustache, muscular, You Responsible, hardworking, spiritual, in-shape, into leather, boots, Levis, VA, WS, being dominated, etc. No drugs. This dad is fired of bullshit boys. If ready to respect, serve, work hard and be loved, respond with photo, letter, phone to Box 5610LF
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
LOOKING FOR LEATHER PUNK
Dominant Master, 38, 160, well built, looking for leather punk, 21-30, with good body and decent looks. Applicant should love leather. discipline (mental and physical), bondage, shaving, torture, public exhibition. Send letter outlining sexual and lifestyle desires with pic to Box 5598LF
HOUSESLAVE WANTED
Strict but affectionate Daddy, 6'2", 170 lbs. 49, wants full-time, live-in slave with hungry ass, eager mouth, hot tits, who loves to serve and obey a good Master. Slave must like verbal abuse, be slim, under 35, able to relocate immediately. No drugs, booze, cons. Serious only. Send letter with picture. Box 217, 606 W Barry, Chicago, IL 60657.
PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME, SIR!
WM, 34, 5'10", 162, strawberry blond, hot & horny, needs verbal abuse, raunch, humiliation , discipline. Use me, Sir, to fulfill your fantasy, make me beg for more! Safe sex. Phone & photo gets mine, Sir. Will travel, Jay Stevens, PO Box 62128, Virginia Beach, VA 23464. (LF5868)
NAKED DISCPLINE
Corporal punishment. Your ass gets the work- out it needs. Safe mansex. Photo-phone-detailed respectful letter to Box 5879
RAUNCH BOY NEEDS big, warm, shit-Daddy who likes regular toilet service, ass wiping, body smearing, naked, hungry, affectionate, humiliated, hot boy, Write with photo. Box 5877
FEED ME slave needs to totally worship muscular hairy man, my mouth is your toilet to piss and shit in. Limited experience needs expanding. Please write djd, 2319 Hidalgo Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90039.
PUSSYBOY
WM, 30, good-looking stud need emasculation , degradation, transformation into groveling pussycunt. PO Box 71313, New Orleans, LA 70172
BILLY IDOL
Seek tattooed leather-clad Billy Idol lookalike to make a son of his daddy, Dad is 45, 5'10", 180 lbs. and in So. Fla. Photo required. Box 5822
6'3" EX-NAVAL OFFICER
WM, 37, Viet vet, recent Honcho centerfold, muscular, hairy body, shaved head, mustache, sexually intense & dominant. Fetishes include uniforms, S&M, bondage, & exhibitionism. Looking for a special friend. Safe sex (con-doms ) only. Live in SF; can travel to LA or NYC weekends. Reply with photo. Box 5953
MARATHON FUCK SESSIONS
Your horsecock, slamming my ass long, hard and deep. Then, whatever else you want, Age / race / looks unimportant. Upstate NY, travel often. Box 5922
HORSEMEN
2 Wyoming cowboys, 30s and 40s, blond and hung, into hot stallions, Levi / leather and barn scenes, want to meet similar into heavy horsing around. No Aids. Lettter, photo, phone get same, serious. Box 5918
CASTRATION
Rough and terrible historic, factual or fictional . Exchange correspondence. Box 5798
SADISTIC RAPISTS WANTED by NYC masochist. You must be handsome and healthy. No cons, hustlers or letter jerks. Box 5948
MAGAZINE COLLECTION
In Touch issues 1 thru 125, DRUMMER issues 1 thru 100, plus "Son of Drummer," "Daddies," 'Class of 82.' "Best & Worst. etc. All in 1st class condition, including centerfolds. Best offer! Box 5944
COCK TORTURE
Looking for depraved C / T scenes. Into piercing , mutilation fantasies, piss hole stretching, electricity. I have a cock with a PA and pierced tits that also enjoy weights and clamps. Also enjoy long fisting sessions. I'm 5'3", 150 lbs… 40, and into leather. Planning a trip to SF and want to stay and play? I have sleeping accommodations available. Mitch, PO Box 5276, San Francisco, CA 94101. (415) 861- 7898. (LF5648)
HAIRY MIAMI MASTER
34, wants bootlickers to strip, inspect and train in B&D, W / S and S&M. Safe only, Beginners a specialty. Photo mandatory. Box-holder , PO Box 14-4484, Coral Gables, FL 33114
BD SM TT CBT
Want hot action? Cum and get it! Leather master wants young smooth, jockstrap slaves for hot scenes, Master is mid-forties, 5'11", 180. If you can follow orders, submit and be used, then send photo, phone, and detailed qualifications to: CASS, PO Box 2851, Sacramento, CA 95812
I WANT A MAN
Fuck wimps! You: 6'3" or taller, hairy, husky OK! Me: 25, white male, tired of ass holes. Name your pleasure. Photo & phone answered first, so hurry the fuck up. Box 5923
ASS DOCTOR WANTED
WM, 38, 5'11", 155 lbs., healthy, discreet, wants clinical-related ass exam scene. Prefer a real Doc that is 40+, with professional examination table, and is seriously into ass-play . Fantasy scene includes shaving of ass, using ass expanding and stimulating devices, dildoes, fisting with rubber gloves and eventual required semen sample. Would reciprocate on the Doc if desired. If you are experienced in FF, professional, and serious reply with letter and photo. Box 5928
HOUSEBOY /SLAVE WANTED who is committed to hard work, training, firm discipline, supervised self-improvement and security. To be all you can be, apply to Rob Jensen, Box 545, Fargo, ND 58107
FUCKHEAD?!?
Creative, preferably bearded and or verbal slave(s) needed for severe V / A, head trips, toys, C&BT, dildos, humiliation. Write Occupant , PO Box 36065, Philadelphia, PA 19112- 0065
BOTTOM SEEKS TOP for loving monogamous relationship. I am hardworking, financially secure, good cook, housekeeper, Have been celebate almost 2 years since breakup. Send photo and letter to slim, masculine, 36 5'9", 130 lbs., 71 / 2 cut, semi long-brown curly hair, moustache or trim beard, Italian descent. I will relocate or accomdate for serious male. Masculine, only, age 45 to 55. No good lookers, please. PO Box 5783. Providence. RI 02903
MEDICAL SCENES?
I do thorough examinations, invasive procedures , full treatments. Enemas, catheters, sounds, electrostimulation. Control is complete Experienced, safe. Travel widely, Mature. All answered. Photo / phone appreciated . Write Project Director, Box 2114. Station A. Champaign, IL 61820
PROUD OF YOUR BIG HOLE?
Sensible, passionate, Latin man enjoys playing with and enlarging men's asses. PO Box 1354, Old Chelsea Sta., New York, NY 10011
DOM./SUBM. DAD OVER 55? trim, hairy-chested, short dark hair, very sensual, warm, affectionate, sensitive, health-conscious , non-promiscuous, and craves for a passionate, uninhibited, monogamous relationship with a beautiful dad over 55. Dad should be a man of class, self-respectful, versatile, masculine, compassionate, understanding , with a good sense of humor, at times melancholy, sad, tender, at other times strong, aggressive, tough. Son wants to be proud of his Dad, he wants to love him, comfort him, admire him, cherish him, worship him, but he also wants to own him, possess him, humiliate and dominate him to the point that Dad will be on his knees, begging for mercy. What can be more exciting than that power struggle between a dad and his son? This is no game: Son wants a reliable, dependable, serious-minded Dad who will help him relocate to America to be with him forever. Leather OK, but not a must: Dad could be a rancher, a farmer, an Ivy-league Don, a Wall-Street . Son likes older men in jeans and executive. boots, but also in 3-piece business suits, button-down shirts, sil ties, bally shoes Son is rather inexperienced; his scenes so far: tit work, bondage, verbal abuse, friendly wrestling, spanking, W / S. Willing to expand and experience anything safe with right person . Any area. Only detailed letters with photo(s) answered. Photo(s) (full-length preferred ) essential. Please write: Boxholder, BM 8792, London, WC1N 3XX, England.
LOVER / MASTER WANTED
GWM, 35, 5'10", 155 lbs., brown hair / blue eyes, healthy masculine x-farm-boy bottom-man seeks hairy-chested healthy masculine dominant natural top-man for monogamous relationship. I especially like farmers / ranchers but will answer all. I can relocate. Please send photo and detailed letter. Sincere only. Box 5907LF
SON WANTED BY DADDY
You are an obedient boy needing love and discipline administered by affectionate businessman type Daddy with strict standards. Dad is 42, 6'3", 255 lbs., balding, hairy and loving, with high standards for your behavior. Send honest revealing letter and picture. Box 49341 F
HARD BLACK MASTERS NEEDED
Groveling white slave boy, 35, 5'11", 190 lbs., needs to serve rough, powerful black masters. This slave is Greek passive, French active, and very submissive for ass licking, piss, shit and spit. Need to be whipped and used as a toilet by black masters. Please, Sir. Box 5899
SHOW THIS BLONDE BODYBUILDER WHO'S BOSS
6'3", 195 lbs., 27, muscular Need inflexible, overbearing S.O.B. Need extensive humiliation , especially public. Men 35 years+ with bad temper, mean streak. Think you wear the belt that can tame this big handsome jock into a little blonde fuckboy? PO Box 16813, San Diego, CA 92116 (LF5007)
SON / HOUSEBOY
Two masculine, dominant tops, one 47, dark, hairy, 5'11", 200 lbs., the other 42, blond, smooth, 6'1", 215 lbs. Both bearded and well built. Seeks mature bottom as permanent son / houseboy 25 / 45. You will be cared for protected, and treated with love and understanding . In exchange we expect total com-mittment , respect and a desire to serve and please in every way. No drugs, alcoholics, or fems. Send photo and resume with phone number to PO Box 820427, Dallas, TX 75382
UNIFORMED LAW OFFICER
Handsome, muscular, mid-30's, ex-sailor, seeks men, all types, for phone and raunchy photo exchange and meetings. Seeking men into shit, piss, castration and firearms. PO Box 5724 Savannah GA 31414
DAD LOOKING FOR SEXY SON
This 40-year-old, 6', 175-lb. Dad is looking for a 23-35 year-old man who wants a dad. Sex will be wild and kinky, but daily living will be meaningful and loving. No drugs, smoking or freeloaders. Son should be thin, dark hair and subservient. Send photo and letter for quick PO Box 30004, Charleston, SC results. 29407.
OREGON MASTER
Mid-age, 6', 180 lbs., 7", hairy body, needs trim younger slave to train / control. Ball & chain; stretchers; restrictive, binding, locking chastity devices; eventual permanent hair removal; whipping, enforced milking / self-stimulation ; safe sex. Right attitude important. Novice OK. Describe interests. Will reply all with nude photo. Box 5954LF
FOR REAL MEN IN UNIFORM French WM, 35, 5'11", 172 lbs, 8"x6", green\neyes, mustache, often bottom, SM, bootlicker , thinking of traveling across USA in "88 (one month). I wish to be received in several towns-West to East). For that I seek hot sweaty, straight bi and butch real men (25-40) yrs.) whose are muscular studs, hairy and mustached. I enjoy sweaty armpits, jockstrap, leather uniforms, boots, uncut, wrestling matches. I want raunchy policemen, cops and firearms, military. Also I like truckers, construction workers, mechanics, cowboys, bikers , and other real men. Safe sex. Photo in detailed reply. Write to Guy COMBE, La Pastourelle B, Boulevard de Paste, 07000 Privas, France
YOUNG SLAVEBOY SON WANTED
Slim, fairly small; by mid-40s WM, 5'11", 165 lbs. 61 / 2"×5", cut, sadist. Permanent position. No outside work. I provide for all your needs. Must be able to relocate now. Great lifestyle for right young masochist asshole. Must be into servitude, pain, cock / ball worship. Send detailed letter / application along w / photo, phone to 2372 Ingleside Ave., Macon, GA 31204
LOVE AND RAUNCH
Attractive GWM, 40, 5'9", 168, looking for well-built same, or younger, into affection, warmth, possible relationship who's also top or mutual in W / S, scat, light S / M. Prefer Pal. NJ / NYC area. Box 355, Levittown, PA 19058 or (215) 824-0176.
GET WET
Put your hand on the bulge in my 501s and feel it get wet and warm, GWM, 34, good looks and large hose. Rick. (813) 978-8662, evenings .
SLAVE GWM
40s desires permanent service to a Master who is strict, demanding and gives constant firm discipline. Relocation is expected. Box 5932
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ARE YOU MY DADDY?
I've been looking everywhere, for so long for my daddy. My daddy is handsome, hairy, muscular, and he has a big dick, and his name is Sir. Though I've never met him, I know he'll want to pinch my tits and put his hand in my butt. I'm sure he'll spank me often and occasionally whip me, and he probably has a lot of other interesting ideas about how to treat his boy that I haven't even thought of. But he for sure knows how to treat his boy. with that beautiful blending of discipline and affection that'll make his boy just want to please his daddy. Boy is 37, 5'9", 140, brn / hzl, smooth and lightly muscled. If you're my daddy, I sure hope you'll call soon. I want my daddy. (415) 465-9767. (LF5607)
WANTED: ON-CALL SLAVE
Looking for GWM slave, 19-40, slim, for on-call slave. Must be able to report when called. Most limits respected. Send recent photo & limits & telephone . No drinkers or drug users. Am WM, 174 lbs., 6'3". I will answer all with photo & phone, just a letter takes longer. Address letter to Sire. Box 5660LF
BOOTS, BIKES, BLUECOLLAR WORKERS
Full-time bluecollar worker by day & occasional part-time cycle slut has fetish for high boots, black motorcycles, bluecollar men. Maybe we can practice safe sex in your garage, playroom or barn. Likes mechanically minded men, muscles from hard work, not pumping iron in a gym. No drugs, paper pushers, tennis shoes, computers rock videos, opera & high-tech preppies & clones. Slut is 35, 6'1", 220 lbs., blu / brn, Box 2702LF
HAIRCUTS / HEAD SHAVES
WM, 29, 61 / 160, wants your scalp for clipper haircuts, from trims to head shaves. Already shorn guys are also an automatic turn-on. PO Box 2291, New York, NY 10185.
HORSEMEN-LEATHER-LEVI
Country-loving European, 5'9", 165, mid-40s, seeks hung stallions for safe heavy barn or outdoor action, into cigars, condoms, raunchy 501s, dig husky type 40+. Am independent and free to travel. Write PO Box 222, Brook-lyn , NY 11202.
BONDAGE & TICKLE TORTURE
Extremely ticklish WM, 25 y.o., 5'10", 152 lbs., good-looking, seeks other guys into giving and / or receiving merciless tickle torture. All tickle sadists and tickle masochists, please write with interests and fantasies. Let's start a tickle network. All letters answered immediately . Box 5934
DAD LOOKING FOR SON
WM, 44, 6'5", 200. Likes outdoors, sports, country music and dancing, country living. Native Texan, country guy. Am definite top but novice at SM / BD. Let's grow together! Am hairy, uncut, with strong sex drive. Want to fuck your brains out … and more! You should be WM, 24-34, 5'9" or taller, slim or trim, masculine and country. Send picture, desires, expectations. Rt. 5, Box 152, Gonzales, TX 78629
SUCCESSFUL BACHELOR (32) and former Drummer coverman is willing to adopt a bodybuilder for a brother-type relationship . Send phone number and explain why your interested. Box 5940
MASOCHIST IN TRAINING
WM, 36, 5'11", 165 with good body and round ass. Need physical and mental domination while in a diminished state. Need whipping, C / B torture, ass play, etc. while bound and gagged in progressively extreme positions. Travel USA from Texas. Box 5942
MAIMED BEAUTY DRUMMER 93
Does that turn you on? Then we should meet. Husky, hairy guy, intelligent, would like to hear from either handicapped guys who require a mate or from one make me crippled leather buddy for total life commitment. Box 5945
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 nonsmoker, non or light drinker, no drugs and nonfem. I am located in New York but travel around the country. If interested, send photo and letter to Box 4711LF
HOT HUNG SWEATY TRUCKERS
Show me your sleeper cab and I'll show you anything you want. I'm 29, 6'1", 140 lbs., rough and raunchy. PO Box 157094, Dallas, TX 75015
THE PERFECT SLAVE
Are you? Are you a young, slim, totally submissive masochist with few, if any, limits (other than safe and sane), experienced or novice slave, who needs release and total domination through this 45-year-old, 175- pound, 6-foot Master? Race not important; attitude is. Live in NYC but travel frequently, especially to Miami. Apply with letter, photo(s) to: Suite 769, 263-A West 19th St., New York, NY 10011
MAN-TO-MAN CONTESTS
WM, 6', 210 lbs., good-looking, bodybuilder, army airborne / ranger, leather wrestling stud; challenges other tough muscular dudes to fight for topman. Man-to-man contests that lead to rough sex. NHB wrestling, drunken brawls, grudge matches, ball fights, outdoor scenes and other contests. Got the balls for a man-to-man ringfight? Reply w / picture to: Buck Labrada, Box 231, 1126 S. Federal Hwy., Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33316. (LF5873)
LEATHERMAN LEATHERMAN
Another hard-working leatherman wanted to help build leather empire. Goals: large secluded house in semi-rural area in New England with houseboy / slave; build a "family" to carry on the legacy. You must be nonsmoker, able to relocate, and preferably 30-50. For further info, write Box 5864LF.
S / M COMPUTER
Bulletin board system: kinky message base, private mail, hot chats, MacPaint pictures with viewers for IBM, Amiga, Atari ST. (213) 393-4713—modem only. System password is Drummer
STRONG-GOOD BUILD
WM, 5'7", 200 lbs., straight-appearing, travel takes me into Michigan, Ohio, Penn. & New York areas. Into meeting men, leather, S&M. for action and / or just friendship. I'm rather versatile, but really enjoy the basics-safety awareness, but certainly not hysterical. Reply to Box 5667LF. Photo appreciated.
TITS AND ASS MAN! WANTED
Michigan GWM, 35, 6'2", 220 lbs. Play with my large, pierced nipples and I can do just about anything. Not into games, just men. Into heavy tit and ass workouts, enemas, toys, bare feet, body odors, etc. All replies answered ! No bull, let's do it. Can travel. Tri-state area. Cliff, (313) 398-4497. (LF5865)
COCK & BALL EXPERIMENTATION?
Hot and tall, 32 years with an extremely sensual cock and low-hanging balls is waiting for your reply. Catheters, vacuum pumps, scrotum filling, piercings, bondage. Tell me your favorites, fantasy or reality. We can share mine later. The right men are close in age and sensually hung. Photo and letter with interests a must. Box 5891
MUSCLE DEFICIENCY
Creative, hairy Italian top hunk, 34, needs hot WMs to correct. Good to superb bodies, esp. big, brawny. TT, sweat, leather, BB, USMC brawny wrestlers, F. Dryer, BJ Haynes, Scott Hall type bottoms a plus. Occ., PO Box 319, Henderson, NV 89015.
NAZI LEATHERMEN
Aryan swastika-worshipers only. Serious. PO Box 812, Murray Hill Sta., NY, NY 10156.
SM TITS
Tit-centered leather / SM scenes are hard to find. This is IT. Expert, cock-hardening titplay gets us there. Bondage keeps us there. Pain takes us beyond. Serious leathermen ONLY. No fatsoes, druggies, geriatrics. 37, blond, 6' bearded, intellectual. Top / bottom. You won't regret replying. Box 5813LF
JOCKEYS! LITTLE GUYS!
Ride my face! Whip my ass! Big, healthy, attractive bottom, hot to service small rough trade, any race. Married okay. NYC best, but will answer all who write honest letter with photo. Box 5791
HEAVY TORTURE
Your only purpose is to scream and writhe and suffer for my entertainment. Hard, hairy bodies preferred, but smooth ones accepted and soft ones considered if you are really into being tied down and TORTURED. Electricity, hot wax, needles, piercing flesh, whips, truncheons, fists probable. Urethral probes, cigar burns, hot irons, razor blades / knives, possible. No permanent damage, no permanent marks (unless you want them), but lots of "contusions & abrasions." Interested? Tell my why. Travel often & widely. Gene Hall, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101
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
CRUISING THRU
Leather top: good looks, stamina, experience looking for new summer sunsets, scenes, slaves, dungeons, safe-sex partners and bud- dies. Traveling SW to NW USA. 38, 5'8" bearded, 150; SM, CB FF, kink; artist / weaver/ photographer. Send photo / fantasy considered / answered. Box 5413LF all
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, independent and want to go to college. Send phone and photo. Bondage a plus! Box 5354LF
HEY BUDDY
Knowledgeable enough to give it like a man, confident enough to take it like a man. That's me: 32 yrs., 5'9", 157 lbs., healthy, hunky, hairy, balding and moustached (at times bearded). Totally substance-free. Safe Fr. Gr. WS, FF, verbal; "motivating." Send letter: description, desires, photo, phone to PO Box 23035, Seattle, WA 98102-0335. Can travel/ host. (LF4538)
SLAVE WANTED
Surrender to me your body, mnind and will. Become my property, to do with as I please. You should be between 25 and 45, masculine. reserved. Send a recent photo of yourself and a letter detailing reasons why I should consider sending you further details and an application. Master Les, PO Box 511265, Salt Lake City, UT 84151-1265.
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
REQUIRED: A FEW GOOD SLAVES
Slim, attractive, passionate / cruel / affectionate , demanding Master (37, 5'9", 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 slavestock to create mutually beneficial city / islands lifestyle in spectacular Pacific Northwest. REQUIRE-MENTS : Self-knowledge, openness, 200 dedi- cation, sexual skill, intelligence, health, industriousness , teamwork. POTENTIAL PLUSES: over 35 years; tall, big build; foreskin; bearded; hairy; heavy hung; muscles; employable . Description, recent photo, SASE guarantee 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, hiking. 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, cowboys, Asian men. No drugs or fems. Send a hot photo and / or phone to Box 4675LF.
ASSUME THE POSITION!
Mature hung Master wants weekend masochist sons under 40 who need a good workout and can show their stuff. No wimps, preppies, marrieds. Prefer bluecollar, military or construction types. One of the areas best-equipped slave rooms. Request application. Box 5760LF
SHIT PHOTOS
Dirty-assed turd freak wants to exchange filthy raunch shots of your shit-crusted asshole and sewer dumps, manure piles, and your hot smear, feast sessions. You will get mine in return. Real pigs and piglets get matched in action by good-looking Dad type, 48, husky build, huge turds. I like 'em young, but age no barrier. Let's get down and dirty. Box 5577
MASTER SEEKS SON
Dominant, good-looking GWM, 41, 175, 6'2", needs son craving dominance and affection. When you are good, you will be rewarded. When you are bad, discipline, spanking, TT, BD, shaving. Let's expand your limits and my fantasies. Write with photo to Occupant, PO Box 61, Arlington, VA 22210. (LF5270)
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 pleasure. 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)
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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!
OBEDIENT SLAVE WANTED
Opening for sincere, honest, devoted, breakneck fast, responsible, obedient slave. Must be willing to live with, be taken care of and obey two leathermen, together 16 yrs. We're into care, feeding, domination, discipline. Dungeon, equipment, lifestyle, orders pro- vided. Move your ass and write, enclosing recent photo, detailed description. Masters Larry (6'2", 168 lbs., bl / bl, muscular). Mike (5'6", 155 lbs., br / bl, mean top). PO Box 1104, Sandy, UT 84091. (LF4088)
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B / D SLAVE WANTED by professional, dominant, 6'1", 42, GWM. You should be under 30, obedient, submissive and willing to relocate to the South for a daddy / master who's demanding, but caring. Write Box 5851
LATE-NIGHT JERK-OFF
Exchange stories about men under restraint/ control. Raunchy, dominating, tantilizing sex. TT, CBT, dildoes, foreskin, foot fetish, tickling, shaving, cock control (no scat). Frat; police; jock; military; business scenes. Straight / bisex themes OK. Your letter, typed, gets mine. PO Box 40136, Berkeley, CA 94704. Mr. N.P. (LF5890)
MASTER SEEKS SLAVE
Cowboy Master, 40, 6'3", 205, blond, mous-tache , seeks live-in slave who is willing and ready to surrender himself completely to his Master. No bullshit, no limits-complete surrender , complete slavery. Assistance with relocation available. Enclose photo and phone with reply. Box 4426LF
EXPERIENCED TOP NEEDED
Slut-fuckhole bottom into heavy asswork, submissive body. WM / 35 / 5'10"/152 lbs./7" uncut / big balls, HTLV-neg, Fr-a / p, Gr-a / p, fucking, dildoes, FF, slings, C&BT, stretching, weights, chains, TT, watersports, shaving, wax, B / D, sleaze, boot service, leather, spanking , groups, "smoke," poppers, booze, playroom . No prejudice / safe sex. No scat, blood, drugs, damage. Serious Tops w / pic, letter. All answered. Box 5871LF
LEATHER DADDY WANTED for sex and companionship by muscular son, 28, 5'10". Prefer large, well-built mature guys (40+). Am into most scenes-discipline, spanking, whipping, tit-torture, watersports, verbal abuse. (No scat.) Reply with photo, please. Box 5952
RETIRED SLAVE / BOTTOM with extensive training, looking for Master/ Top for night, weekend or from now on (Master's choice). Have not been in any action for two years, due to the AIDS epidemic. Am retired, old, but not decrepit, young at heart and mind, therefore can devote all time to my Master. My desire is to fulfill HIS every wish, desire and command with HIM being the owner with complete control. Prefer East Coast, so I can visit for tryout. Sir, your descriptive letter / photo get same by return mail. Have been trained in all scenes except heavy pain and scat. Box 5186LF
HOT TOP
Leather action for serious slave provided by BB top, 30, 5'8", 165 lbs. I'm into boots, C&BT, TT, B&D, shaving and more. If you're a healthy, hunky piece of slavemeat under 35 get on your knees, put your picture in an envelope with a hot letter detailing your experiences and send to Box 4883LF.
REQUIRED: A FEW GOOD SLAVES
Slim, attractive, passionate / cruel / affectionate , demanding Master (37, 5'9", 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 slavestock to create mutually beneficial city / islands lifestyle in spectacular Pacific Northwest. REQUIRE-MENTS : Self-knowledge, openness, 200% dedication, sexual skill, intelligence, health, industriousness, teamwork. POTENTIAL PLUSES: over 35 years; tall, big build; fore- skin; bearded, hairy; heavy hung, muscles; employable. Description, recent photo, SASE guarantee reply. Box 5277LF
HARD-MUSCLED FARMER
Looking for tall boots & brawny bike leathers on a farmer's hard-muscled body? Looking for the tough but tender pleasures of prolonged rigid bondage (top / bottom) in heavy irons, ropes, hoods? Possibly looking for a permanent partner (sweaty outdoor work guaranteed)? Then write Box 33, Riner, VA 24149.
ALABAMA
LEATHER, BONDAGE & RAUNCH
Experienced GWM, 43, 5'8", 165, seeks men into leather, bondage, light-medium SM, CB&TT, WS and raunch. Versatile. Healthy sex only. Huntsville, AL. (205) 883-9566. Box 5883
COMPLETE ORAL SERVICE by 32, attractive slave for white or black. Man into hours of licking and sucking by groveling cocksucker. PO Box 77073, Birmingham, AL 35228
SUBMISSIVE MUSCULAR MAN
Seeks mature Master who commands obedi- ence. 26, attractive, 5'9", 170 lbs. Turn-ons: shaving, enemas-anything to please. Can travel. Photo exchange preferred. Box 5920
ARIZONA
TOILET for men 40-70. Heavies / blacks OK. Box 5917
NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
BUTCH BLACK GUYS get my dick hard. Trim white guy (5'7", 130, 32), horny and experienced, seeks intense S&M scenes with dominant blacks who have a sense of humor. Box 5951
JADED
Hunky, good-looking, young 40s, very jaded bottom seeking experienced, imaginative, creative Top to help explore still unfulfilled fantasies safely. No interest in phone / mail j.o. or relationship. Are you good enough? AV, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101
CARE AND TRAINING SOUGHT
High quality, good looking, masculine male, 5'9", 145, 41 yrs., needs very masculine, quietly confident Total Top who commands respect, demand servility, and warrants body-worship . He's taller, clean cut, very well-built, caring and sane; He's into serious bodybuild- ing, heavy B / D, light S / M, leather; he realizes it takes time to achieve a true Master-Slave bond, and won't settle for less. He'll train me to his needs, and care for me as his own. His pleasure is my reward; I'll make him proud of me. If he's you, please write Boxholder, 6114 LaSalle Ave., Suite 204, Oakland, CA 94611. Photo gets mine. Open to Top who already has slave(s) but wants another. NO fat, sleaze, drugs, smokers, or unsafe sex.
MUSCLING UP!
Seeking relentless coach / workout buddy to turn decently well-built S.F. GWM (31, 5'8", 150) into outrageous stud bull animal. Early morning workouts preferred. Letter with phone to Box 5902LF
SCAT ME
I need to suck the filthy shitholes of huge beefy butts or young hunky football studs and chunky body builders. I want you to unload that big dump from your bloated dirty asshole right into my toilet mouth. Uniforms, jock-straps , verbal a+. I am well-built GWM, 32, 5'9", 160 lbs., good looking. Write: Boxholder, 584 Castro, #160, S.F., CA 94114-2588
3-WAY PIG SEX
Two buddies, 32, 5'8", 140 lbs., br / bl, and 29 5'7", 138 lbs., br / bl, one smooth, one hairy, both muscular, well-built, seek horny jocks for hot, long sessions of sucking, fucking, rimming , W / S. Seek healthy, masculine guys, 25-40, trim bodies for sleaze sessions. Hung, muscles a plus. Tell us what turns you on. Photo / phone to PO Box 5921, San Francisco. CA 94101-5921
BUTTSUCKER
Need hard-assed men with dominant attitude who demand heavy hole service for hours from submissive slave. Northbay. (415) 787-3129
HOT KINKY / RAUNCHY DUDE seeks raunch hungry dirt ball buddies with smelly foreskin and cheesy crack to share. WS, snot, sweat, feet, rim seats, pain, scat, etc. Have game room. Down and dirty like- minded toilets reply to 6'1", 185, br / blue, tattooed, hairy 34 y.o. stud. Frank. (415) 584-3983
HORNY HOLE NEEDS BIG FIST
Experienced Sacramento bottom seeks serious tops for heavy assplay with gloved fists, toys. Husky, healthy bottom, 35, likes nice slow scenes with plenty of grease, aroma, smoke. All scenes except scat, WS. Big, hairy topmen preferred, but all answered. Photo letter gets mine. Can travel northern CA, NV weekends. Box 5927
GERMAN LEATHERMAN
6'4"/180, looking for dungeonmasters. Available in California Nov./Dec. Send letter / photo to Box 5937. Thank you, Sir!
60-YR.-OLD DOMINANT GRANDAD seeks submissive sons, grandsons, contemporaries of all ages! All fantasies considered, but you must be submissive! Box 5943LF
HORNY CASTRO COUNTRY BOY! Hairy-chested, versatile, hot, has field that needs deep plowin'. Call (415) 431-4293.
TRAINABLE BOTTOM WANTED by Bay Area husky white male, 40s, intelligent and levelheaded. Bottom should be white male, intelligent and self-supporting, eager to please, nonsmoker. Limits will be explored and expanded in an atmosphere of trust and openness. Bi / mar / novices fine. Discretion assured. Send picture and honest letter. Box 5789
SF LEATHER DATE
6'2", 31 yrs., discriminating, English (SF resident) leatherman wants to meet similar, fun-loving locals and visitors. Box 5251
RIVER SM
Good-looking, positive top outdoors type, 36, 6'2", runner's build, requires fit, together bottom, 30s,. We're experienced in safer, sane, experimental limit-pushing, bondage, SM, trusting, caring, partners, substance free. Picture Boxholder, PO Box 563, Forrestville, CA 95436. (LF5669)
POLICE OFFICER / DADDY WANTED
By good-looking WM, 34, 5'9", 165, moustached, in good health. Am into heavy leather and leather bondage. Need to be forced by you to be your prisoner. Why not sit back and rest your big heavy tall leathered booted feet on your leathered bound prisoner. C. West, 2529 Post, San Francisco, CA 94115-3312. (LF5292)
SON!
Mature, mid-40s Dad seeks son in his 20s or 30s for continuous dad-son relationship. Dad is leatherman, healthy and muscular and expects son to be same. Serious son candidates only. An opportunity for security and safety in these times. Write, send photo, and we'll discuss the possibilities. Box 4944LF
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)
"HULK HOGAN"?
W / M bodybuilder, blond / blue, bald, mous- tache, 5'11", 200 lbs., 46" chest, 24" thighs, 161 / 2" arms / calves. Into hot, taller, hairy men, big dicks, tight asses, heavy fucking, sucking (deep throat?), rimming, sleaze? Other? You well-built, 30+, versatile / top, very together. No drugs, FFA. PO Box 5233, San Francisco, CA 94101. (LF5406)
HOT LEATHER BOTTOM
GBM, 31, 6', 170 lbs., hairy, defined body, moustache, hung, uncut, looking for older GWM Master with imagination for bondage scenes, light SM, tit work, assplay, CBT. No FF, scat, WS, drugs. Reply Box 5391LF.
DILDO FUCK MY hungry, muscular asshole. Bearded GWM, 35. 5'10", 170 lbs., BB, insatiable fuckhole needs studs with nice bodies, any age / race, into long, sleazy, safe assfucking using huge dildoes , ass spreaders, small gloved fist. Also into slings, poppers, exhibitionism, lite "party treats." Reply with photo to Box 200, 2261 Market St., S.F., CA 94114. (LF5390)
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. If you rope me you can hump me; if you cage me you can keep me. Age, looks, cock size unimportant, however headspace is. (Hairy preferred, but . Hot, dirty phone calls can be arranged. Mark, PO Box 992, Clovis, CA 93613. (209) 435- 3378. Do get to the coast often. Box 5439LF
FUCK BUDDIES?
Have lover, need sleazy / safe friends for rough / careful fun. I'm 6'1", 33, 180, 81 / 2", GWM. Into A / P F, FFA, WS, spanking, belts and creative ways to enjoy same and stay healthy. Write with photo, get same. Box 5400LF
WANTED:
Chubby chaser into total body worship, tongue baths, massage, expert cocksucker. This 280-lbs., big-bellied, uncut Topman lives in N. California but gets around and might be visiting your area soon. Send photo and interests to TOPGUT, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101.
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Illusions without delusion, lust without limit, liberating limits and depravity without deprivation . Fabulous fabrication, consenting contractual conjugal consideration, explicit exhibitions , discreet deceptions. Champagne, chaps, ferns, fists, paradoxical exquisitely genuine agony of sharing unknowing loneliness . What's the difference between temporary and false, and you've seen something permanent on which planet? (415) 465-9767. (LF5607)
RUSSIAN RIVER
Daddy seeks son for permanent relationship. 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
WANTED: YOUNG LEATHER STUD
WM, 41, 5'8", moustached, in very good health. Looking for young WM, 21-35, in good health and turned on by smell, feel and look of black leather. Desire son for permanent relationship with safe sex. Son must be together, nonsmoker, and desire a permanent relationship with good safe leather sex. Call me and let's talk. (415) 863-7384. Ask for Rick.
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
MASTER HAS SLAVE TO SHARE
My boy serves who I tell him to, in a way that pleases both you and I! I'm 29, 6'4", 175 lbs. My boy is 35, 5'10", 175 lbs. We're both good-looking. I'm top and get off sharing my well-trained boy with other top men who like a fully trained slave into bondage, asswork, cocksucking, SM and total pleasure to whom he serves. Let's get together! Box 5752LF
ALL AMERICAN BOY
33, 5'11", 145 lbs., muscular / slender. You: raunchy, creative, affectionate, cerebral top. Into: heavy bondage, rubber, piercing, genital modification fantasies, light scat, hugging, kissing, worship. Also: film, BB, politics, camping , new-age thought. No FF, brutality, whipping . Pluses: uncut, collegiate, yuppie, Italian, straight. Relationship possible. Photo / detailed letter: Box 34, 2370 Market St., S.F., CA 94114.
PARTNER / SLAVE / SON FOR TLC
By dominant Master / daddy, mustached, middle -aged, secure, GWM. You must have intelligence , heart, class and imagination. Photo and detailed letter for immediate interview to Box 245, 740A Fourteenth Street, San Francisco , CA 94114.
BOUND AND GAGGED
GWM, 32, 5'10", 150, moustache, loves bondage , immobilization, gags, etc. I'm more often bottom, but can switch. Moustached men preferred, any race, age or height. Box 5767
BB SLAVE WANTED to sweat and strain against my chains as I force you to hunk out one more tought set of curls. Your boss is into hot wax, animal / slave training, smoke, CB / T, TT, 4-wheelin', rock and country ways. Not into phone trips or bullshit, so if interested and live or are visiting in this area, call (415) 944-9984 or (415) 282-2483 and leave a message. If not in the area, write: Boss, PO Box 30091, Walnut Creek, CA 94598.
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)
HEY BOY!
Your daddy is looking for you. Call (916) 391-9755.
S / M BUDDY WANTED
By 39-yr.-old, 6'4", 230 lb., very muscular, masculine, quiet, bright businessman / BB with chest, pierced nipples, 19" arms, 33" 52* waist, handsome, looking for sharp, well-built. masculine man between 35-60 for 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 "expert" and "authoritative"). Reality includes a hot, capable, aware, worthy partner for the right man. Trim beard, hung, sense of humor, appreciation 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 94114.
HUNGRY MANSEX
GWM, 33, 5'7", 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
LEATHER REALLY TURN YOU ON?
Do you own LEATHER pants, jacket and boots? Do you like to be dominated? Live in the S.F. bay area? Like J / O scenes with a dominant guy? Like to worship a man's LEATHER? Are you intelligent and looking for someone to share yourself and fantasies with? I'm 40, 230 lbs., 6'1", brown hair, greenish blue eyes, moustache, big good-looking guy. If you can answer yes to ALL of the above, reply with phone and photo to: Jim, 1850 Union St. 69, San Francisco, CA 94123. (LF4807)
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 12 years and I've done it all. For last 4 years. I've been doing what 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 understand this ad, I'm sure you are too!!! Box 5150
HOT BONDAGE BOTTOM, SIR!
Sir! I am here to serve you as your bondage slave. I've been experienced in bondage, assplay, cocksucking, some SM and am willing to be trained to expand myself. I am 35, 5'10", 175 lbs., good-looking and ready to please you, Sir! Photo appreciated, Sir! Box 5650LF
WANTED: BONDAGE TOP
Hairy WM, 31, 6', 160, brn / blue, beard and moustache wants to meet up with cops, bikers, leathermen and daddies with a mean streak and a knowledge of heavy BD, heavy VA and humiliation, moderate SM, hoods, gags, enemas, boots, gas masks and toys. I'd like the chance to meet and service SAFE SEX TOPS who feel comfortable wearing boots, gloves, leather and uniforms while teasing, taunting and training a boot boy. Will correspond and exchange photos. Box 3711LF
BOTTOM DADDY WANTED
Good-looking, 30, Japanese daddy's boy, but top, seeks white, 35-55, masculine bottom daddy, into leather, uniform, light SM, W / S, B&D. Must have respect to reversed daddy-son relationship. Reply with photo. Box 5566
NAKED AND IMMOBILIZED Tie me up and ?? Serious bondage bottom interested in prolonged sessions of nipple and genital stimulation and ass exploration. Am extremely healthy and financially secure. A stable relationship is desired, but most any scene will be considered. Box 5576
RIMMING RELATIONSHIP
Devouring bearded faces buried in shaved pulsating buttholes with crazed tongues intensely probing for oblivion in the voide; we are leathermen locked in an eternal mutual worship. Athletic European top: 43, 5'9", 145 lbs., trim, bearded and intelligent; hung, uncut and a nonsmoker wants a regular leather buddy for heavy sessions. Imagination and stamina are an advantage. You can be top or bottom, slim to muscular, under 45 and any height. Variables: W / S, FF, C / B, hugging and massage. Please phone Leo, (415) 474-2040, or send photo & phone # to Box 5488LF.
SLAVE BOY
25, 5'8", 130 lbs., br / gr, 28w, smooth, cln shvn, 7" u / c. Total bottom for high caliver professionals. (415) 685-5035 eves
SADIST WANTS MASOCHIST
Must be monogamous, respectful, honest, healthy lifestyle, committed & sensitive to my needs. You must enjoy, need & want to be totally controlled. I enjoy a variety of different scenes involving the giving of pain, safe & sane. I'm WM, 43, 5'10", 163 lbs. No drugs. Reply with letter, photo, phone. PO Box 14212, Santa Rosa, CA 95402
TOUGH STUD WRESTLER
Challenges other aggressive experienced freestylers of similar stature to fight for top. GWM, 38, 5'5", 140 lbs., CBT, TT, BD. (415) 285-3305
BOTTOM WANTED by GWM, 35, hairy, muscular, top to explore dildoes, rape, BD, VA, WS, you name it. Limits and safety respected. No fats, fems, scat, J / O. relationships. Prefer athletic, 20-40s, hairless, hung, Photos. Write PO Box 3231, San Francisco , 94119
BAD BOY GYMNAST IN HEAT
Hot, muscular, mid-30s jock craves nasty afternoon spankings! Tim Hunter, PO Box 140, Carmichael, CA 95609
BOOTLICKING BOTTOM
Healthy GWM, 32, 5'10" 200 lbs., brown hair, blue eyes, moustache, very hairy, seeks know- ledgeable leathermaster for safe sane SM sessions. CBT, TT, VA, WS, wax, light bondage. Teach me to serve you while expanding my limits. Safe sex a must. Box 5835
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 S / M trip. Whips. Alligator clamps. Cigarettes. Beatings w / 5 / 6" 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 w / photo to: The Man, POB 4622, S.F., CA 94101.
WANT HANDSOME BUTT EXPERT
Masculine, handsome hung WM, 38, with hot butt seeks a very special expert buddy / friend for regular erotic FF, dildo and enema sessions. Must be cut, discreet, health conscious and stable. Am mostly bottom and will top the right guy. Hygiene a must! Box 5557LF
USMC MUSCLEMAN
26, 6'1". 195, 46c, 32w seeking muscular recruits to 30 to endure heavy B / D, CBT / T in military stockade. Got the guts? Prove it. Nude photo / phone semper fi. Box 5840
SEEKING S.F. LEATHER TOP
Attractive, white, 30-year-old leatherman seeks experienced leather top. I am tired of bars and "Folsom phonies." My interests are heavy bondage and safe S&M, serious but no long-term marks. Have well-equipped playroom . I take my training like a man but am safe oriented (no fluid exchange, blood, FF). Discretion is required and reciprocated. Your photo appreciated & returned. Box 5870LF
TOP BOY
25, 5'8", 130 lbs., br / gr, 28w, Smooth, Cln- Shvn, 7" u / c Top for High Caliber Professionals . (415) 685-5035 Aft. 11pm PT (LF5875)
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
ASS-EATING ADDICT wants to meet clean-shaven, healthy leather-men in San Diego area for mutual rimming sessions in my sling. Is also into toys (bring your own!) and shaving. Let's give our butts a workout. GWM, 40, 165 lbs., blond, hairless. Box 5647
SLAVE / SON / HOUSEBOY is there a real man that can handle all of the above? We are looking for that special 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 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 total servitude 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, 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 service 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 calls and no calls after 11 P.M.
ASIAN SLAVE WANTED by white Master and his Arvan assistant to serve as houseboy, cook and play toy. We are 31 & 42 years old, respectively, and require class and sophistication in a slave. Thai, Filipino & Hong Kong Chinese especially welcomed. Write: Ron, PO Box 3866, Alhambra , CA 91803.
BLACK SON / WHITE DAD
Black son, 28, 6'5", 220, lean, well-dis- tributed; bright & self-contained wants his Dad: a rugged Caucasian, charismatic nonsmoking giant of a man, strong of body, yet gentle / boyish inside. For doing together, cuddling , hearty roughhousing & more. Photo/ letter to Bryant, 929 S. Lake St., Los Angeles, CA 90006
LET US WATCH
Good-looking GWM couple, 37 & 34, seek other masculine GWM partners into kink for voyeuristic encounters. We want to watch your long, private, intense sessions in CBT, TT, FF, WS, B&D, hot wax, clothespins, SM. No scat. Your pleasure / pain trips are our turn-on. Letter / phone, Box 5608LF
SHIT BUDDY WANTED
35 yrs., 5'7", 145 lbs., hairy, bl / bl wants regular mutual scenes. Serious and experienced only. Box 5800, or phone (213) 650- 1193. Hot, horny—call or write!
ASS MASTER WANTED
Hot, experienced, 34, 6'1", 170 lbs. Into: service, VA, mindtrips, bondage, shaving, ballstretchers, assplay, toys, fists and more. Will submit to any safe scene. Want to explore other fantasies, piercing, gangfucks? You: white / Latino, 28-40, dominant, masculine, hot. Strictly top. Body builders, hung a plus. Sir, please send instructions / photo (returned). Box 5773LF
ANIMALS
W / M wants to meet experienced / novice in scene. Box 5775
SLAVE DANNY will submit to bondage and tortures for groups, parties, photos or one Master. Phone (818) 846-9486. Thank you, Sirs! (LF4091)
HOT RAUNCHY DUDE
Looking for versatile men 18-40. If you like things wild and raunchy, I'm your man! Fucking, sucking, shaving, watersports, rimming and verbal abuse get me off. What about you? White male is 28, 6'4", 210, and ready for action. 73091 Country Club Drive, Suite A5-93, Palm Desert, CA 92260.
SCUBA DIVERS
GWM, 26, seeks others interested in forming dive group. L.A. area. Box 5858
ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH?
Looking for rough men for drinking-fuck buddy. Show me men still exist. A man who appreciates a man. I am W, 34, looking 24, 5'7", 138, brn hair, brn eyes, into body-worship , muscles, tits, bunch-fucking, jeans leather, and getting sleazy and greasy. (818) 507-9946. Ask for David in Apt. #3A.
LEATHERMAN READY
Experienced bottom, 46, into serious bondage scenes (mummification, immobilization, isolation , sensory deprivation) and S / M scenes (CB / T, T / T, Ass / T). Safe sex only. Have fully equipped playroom waiting for that special top. No calls between 11 P.M. & 9 A.M. (818) 843-5428
WHITE MASTER (TOP) still needed by white slave bottom, 35, 5'11". 195 lbs., husky, hairy, for sex (toy) slave. Am into leather, Levi's, boots, uniforms, G / p, Fa / p (front / rear), S / M, B / D, toys, W / S, etc. Sincere only, sir. 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 panicked 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 buddies' head- bouncing facefucking rhythms. Kid (over 18) learns a thing or two or six or twelve Mani Oh Man! Hey Gangbanger, does all of that incredible stuff walking around pump up your cock to twitching and dripping? Spot one now? Tell us how you can get into and better our action. Limited Openings. Box 5342LF
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.
WANTED EXPER, LEATHER SADIST
Muscular tattooed Italian S has hot Italian M to share. Looking for hot S with attitude and endurance for long, rugged session ordering M into heavy S / M, BD, hoods, gags & other fantasies. Detailed letter / phone to Box 585, 8306 Wilshire Blvd., Beverly Hills, CA 90211. (LF5906)
WHIPMASTER!
Seeks slaves and prisoners 21-35. Am white, 33, 5'11", shaved head, mustache, hairy body, sadist. Moderate to very heavy scenes in private playroom. Into whips, belts, bondage, cock & ball torture, tit torture, full hoods & gags. If in Southern California call: Paul (213) 657-5327. All others send detailed letter with current picture (A MUST) & phone to: PO Box 691074, Los Angeles, CA 90069. (LF5903)
TWO MEN
WMs: 40, 270 lbs., & 36, 190 lbs., seek big-ass men into slings, fist & big dildoes. Send name & phone. Photos a plus. PO Box 1029-243, Van Nuys, CA 91408
MOTOR COPS!
Sharp, masculine & discreet W / M motor officer wishes to hear from other police, CHP, sheriff or escort motor officers. WJ, PO Box 11538, Costa Mesa, CA 92627.
RIM SEAT Have rim seat, will travel! Healthy, hot (HTLV-III neg.) 29-yr.-old pig mouth looking for good-looking face-sitters who enjoy anal esoteric realities. Tops who are in total control and who are into verbal abuse and humiliation can be serviced by calling Cory at (619) 943-8735. Military given extra attention. Ex-Lax provided . Just to take a dump or on a regular basis. Thank you, Sir.
AS YOU DIRECTED, SIR:
Seeking Masters for my worship as you control my growth from 37, WM slave to your assistant in search of safe SM perfection. Need slaves for your pleasure (and use, as training dummies). BKT, 3841 Fourth Ave., San Diego, CA 92103. 25, WM Master demands photos (or my hide …) (619) 237-0586 (LF5897)
MOVING TO SO. CALIF.
Passive, good-looking GWM, 44, brown hair/ beard, 130, green eyes, 7". You: aggressive, considerate guide. Learn / share mild spanking , piss, safesex, fantasex. Dates, weekends, expanding, friendship / relationship. Pic & letter to Box 5929
TALL, HUNG, HORNY
I'm looking for in-shape regular guys (under 35) who need some meat shoved up their chute and enjoy having someone else in charge. Box 5950
SLAVE / SON WANTED by W / M Topman, 46. No S&M abuse or head games, just plenty of discipline, regime, and a heavy Father-son relationship. Son must be completely bottom, thoroughly submissive and obedient. Prefer quiet, shy, stay-at-home type boy under 35 who really needs a Daddy. Box 4551LF
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 dickfucking Daddy's tight ass. Reply: Daddy PF, Box 5888.
COLORADO
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
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)
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 not brutally, til my tight, round firm buns glow; then use a condom to fuck me. Dominate 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, Den-ver . CO 80218
YOUNG WHITE / ASIAN For lite bondage. No S&M. I'm GWM, 48, top, uncut, mountain climber. Tennis, run. (303) 781-9423.
COLORADO SPRINGS SLAVE
Anxious to serve Master in immediate area. Novice, enthusiastic, obedient and willing to learn and expand. Call Don, (303) 473-2772, Sir. Box 5924
CONNECTICUT
WET HOT BUDDIES in the Hartford area needed for wet, hot raunch by bearded WM, 33, 6'1", 185 lbs. into recycled beer swap, C&BT and TT. Uncut a plus. No FF or scat. Send photo and phone. PO Box 8305, Boston, MA 02114.
DC-METRO
SLAVE?
BB Top, into leather and bondage. You: slave- meat, under 35, into same, plus CB&T, TT, shaving and boots. I'm 30, 5'8", 165 lbs. Send photo and letter telling me what you'll be doing with your hot mouth. Box 4883LF
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 22110. (LF4696)
PISS MAN
GWM, 38, 6', 165, br / br, moustache, masculine , 6', cut, big shaved balls, all-over tan Submissive seeks Dominant for creative prolonged piss role-playing like father / son. coach / jock, woodshed. Wet jockstraps, ass- hole and armpit sniffing, begging for piss order to strip, crotch-licking, spanking. Safe sex only (drink our own). Willing and able to reciprocate. Details to PO Box 70675, Washington , DC 20024.
BODYBUILDER SLAVE
WM, 42, 5'11", 175, 45" chest, 30" waist, well built, together, loner, erotic. Lean / muscular, nonsmoker, use / abuse, whipping, safesex. Ex-military special warfare. Relate to Lav- rence of Arabia, Mishima, "Story of O," "9½ Weeks," "Image," "Beauty" Trilogy, JW, PO Box 44029, Ft. Washington, MD 20744. (LF5030)
NOVICE LEATHER SERVANT
Interested in groveling at the feet of other young body builders into B / D, TT and CBT with novel toys. Preference for group orgies or clever lover fantasies. Will travel for photo response. PO Box 5425, Washington, DC 20016
NEED TO DISCOVER / LEARN
New to country western / leather scene. Need a friend /daddy / helper / son / teacher / lover. Someone who is caring / forceful - short/ medium-hairy, small / average cock size. Not fem / fat / black. Needed by 31, 6', average cock GWM, brown / hazel. Mr. Rick, PO Box 11422, Washington, DC 20008. Photo answered first
BLACK DAD WANTS TO VISIT SON
Affectionate, 34, 5'9", large build, 230 lbs., masculine, seeks to visit a young boy who is in need of love and discipline. Allow me to satisfy your every need. If you are 18 to 33, of any race. Write to Boxholder, PO Box 19636, Washington, DC 20036-0636.
FLORIDA
BEAT THIS
WM, 30, 5'10", 155 lbs., good build, hairy, will submit to spanking, whipping, CBT / T, electro-torture , hot wax, BD, shaving by sadist/ master 30-50. No scat, FF, drugs, groups, body fluids. Want long, sweaty sessions where my agony is your ecstasy. New to FL west coast but travel widely and often. Tell me where to be and when. Not after 3 / 88. Box 5919
LIVE THE FANTASY!
Master requires young novice to learn total submission for lifetime as sexual animal. You: boyish, slim, honest. Me: 36, beard, tall, trim, experienced, compassionate. 290628, Tampa, FL 33687-0628 Box PO
CENTRAL FLORIDA
WM needs leather guidance and discipline. Seeks Master / trainer in full leather to teach the "ropes." Also into jocks, 501s, cockrings and toys. No FF, WS, scat, fats or fems. Respond with photo and your qualifications. Box 5219LF
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 experi- enced 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
WANTED: SLAVE to submit to my needs. BD, SM, FF, dildoes. shaving and so on. Possible relationship, 1 on 1. I'm 32, 5'11", 190, 10", muscular. Send photo and letter telling me what you are able to do for me. Ft. Lauderdale. Drummer Box 5881
MIAMI STUD SON
23, 6', 170, dark hair, moustache, hot, hard, masculine, seeks Dad, 30-50, with big hairy chest for mutual tit work / muscle chest fantasy . Into workouts, L / L, raunchy talk, hard man sex. Need Dad to share the pleasure of being a man with his son. Phone, photo. Bob, Box 5867LF
SLAVES FOR SALE I & II (60.min each) SLAVERY WAS ABOLISHED IN 1865 BUT NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL HIM!
Meet the man who is dedicated to carrying on that age-old tradition. He gathers em up one way or another, hunky men from all walks of life and brings them to the compound to be stripped, shaved, shackled, branded, trained and / or used. Then they are offered for sale. Featuring the Construction Worker, the Cop, the Surfer, the Body Builder, the Businessman, the Machanic, the Male Stripper and the Stock Boy and starring KEN SAVAGE, SCOTT O'HARA and SONNY CLINE, plus Drummer titleholders.
CARE & TRAINING OF THE MALE SLAVE (60 minutes)
Loosely adapted from Robert Payne's book series, this one is full of action. Helpful hints and outrageous action by men who are really into the subject. Most are actual sessions rather than staged ones. There is discipline and bondage, shaving and captivity. A Colt model or two and some very strong training by men who know what they are doing. Humility abounds. Filmed along Folsom Row with you in mind.
JOYS OF SELF-ABUSE (60 minutes) EVERY MAN HAS THE CAPACITY AND THE EQUIPMENT TO TURN HIMSELF ON!
Some men have more equipment than others. Here is an hour of the bizarre, erotic and tantalizing with some very spectacular meat-beating and general abuse. We guess you could call it safe sex as long as you don't break the equipment.
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MASTER BARBER (60 minutes) THESE SESSIONS ARE FOR REAL and every hair on you body is fair game. During the shooting for CARE & TRAINING OF THE MALE SLAVE, KEN SAVAGE got carried away and decided that one of the recruits ne could do about it. Ken convinced him that he loved the result and then went out to find some more "Volunteers." Stars KEN SAVAGE, MATT CHRISTIE, JEFF TURNER and HANZ FACHT. For slave-shaving enthusiasts—a must.
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THE BEST AND WORST OF DRUMMER (60 minutes)
DRUMMER'S Golden Years with the kinds of goings-on that made it the premier leather magazine for so long. We can only sell 500 of these before our arrangement expires. and nobody else is selling them. An hour that contains twelve years of outrageous action. Even the reviewers liked it!
NIGHT OF SUBMISSION (60 minutes)
A classic if there ever was one. An hour in a pre-Born to Raise Hell" dungeon. Filmed in the seventies in Southern California, its star is Bernie Prock and his perpetual hard-on. There has never been anything like it.
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BORN TO RAISE HELL
This one still can’t be shown in Los Angeles commercially after ten years! Starring Val Martin in his most powerful role and some of the wildest SM in show business. Robert Payne called it “a two-hour hard-on” and it is on
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WANTED: MASTER PIERCER
Ordered to have tits pierced. Central Florida area. Need experienced piercer. Please help. Box 5358LF
YOUNG SLAVE WANTED
Live in New York, but travel to Miami weekly. Looking for a young, slim, totally submissive masochist slave with few if any limits. Any race, nationality I am a very dominant, 67 175-pound, 45-year-old sadistic Master who is into safe and sane but low-limit scenes. Apply with letter, photo(s) to: Suite 769, 263-A W. 19th St., New York, NY 10011.
GEORGIA
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 relationship with bearded daddy under 50 with paternal instinct, who can dominate, punish and nurture. Box 5560LF
ATTRACTIVE NOVICE
31, 5'11", 155 lbs., attractive, honest, responsible , romantic, mature, arts-oriented, seeks similar men 25-50 for safe introduction to rubber / leather / spandex, bondage, plugs and other mutually-agreed-upon activities. Eventually seeking a permanent, monogamous relationship with right person for life of love. laughter, caring and sharing. Atlanta area. Box 57741 F
ILLINOIS
CHICAGO COUPLE looking for hot cocks. Dad, 6'2", 195, 25 yrs.; boy, 5'10", 150, 27 yrs. We're into heavy tit & ass work, sweat, piss, leather and lots of hard mansex. Men, write with picture and maybe we can cum together. Local's cum first! Box 5569LF
BOOTS & WORK CLOTHES
GWM, 33, moustache, serious work clothes fetish for boots, uniforms, coveralls, hardhats, caps, gloves jocks, union suits, lots more! Seeking safe, kinky scenes involving JO, bondage, titwork, cigars, condoms, bluecollar work gear. Into trucks, daddies, rednecks, paramilitary, cowboys, farmers, truckers all bluecollar guys. No scene too bizarre! Photo please. Box 5348LF
NEED HUNG TOPS
Novice, 42, 5'4", 130 lbs., seeks hung tops to use my hungry, submissive body. Want levelheaded 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) gangbanged into submission, now seeks rough use and abuse from dominant studs into B / D, VA, TT, butt-plugs , dildoes, 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
BOTTOM SEEKS TRAINING
Chicago bottom needs experienced masculine top man to further my sexual education. I am WM, 35, 5'10", 170 lbs., blond / blue eyes. Needs further training in SM, FF, bondage, tit torture, dildoes, W / S. Please, Sir, use my hungry, deep throat and hot, eager ass. Will service one Master or groups. Please write with description of how I can please you. Box 5483LF
GOOD-LOOKING SLENDER WM
27, dressed in full leather, seeks other tops or bottoms into leather scene. Prefer being top, but extremely versatile. I'm open-minded willing to try anything once. Into everything from cuddling and playing gently all the way to SM, BD, whipping, paddling, etc. We can work out your mildest to wildest fantasies together. Photo appreciated, but not necessary. Can IL and surrounding states. Box travel 5582LF
EXPERIENCED TOP CHICAGO SW AREA
Former Hellfire member. Present member of GMSMA. I'm in 40s, white and prefer my bottoms / slaves younger and into everything, which would include an excellent cocksucker, WS, fisting, TT, CBT, electricity, bondage and whipping. Safe sex first. Have complete dungeon . Send photo, letter and phone to Big Ed, Box 5651LF
ASS EATING BOTTOM
Pig bottom seeks Top or bottom with hot asshole. Into all kinds of kink and raunch, W / S, hot wax, tit work, spit, snot, armpits, piercing. I am HIV neg W / M 30s, 5'10", bearded. Need to eat your ass. Call (312) 477-0763. (LF5898)
HORSE WANTED
6'11 / 2", 205 lbs., 59-yr. engineer, master, wants any age, 220 lbs.+ BB or muscular, heavy-set slave to carry me piggyback and on shoulders and back for strongman stunts; mutually pump iron, Nautilus, swim, ride bikes, watch videos, safe sex with me. Reward is my good pec, tit, nipple play, kisses. PO Box 1395, Melrose Park, IL 60160. (LF5901)
INDIANA
SERVILE SUBMISSIVE
Sirs, WM, 5'10", 165 lbs., 40 years old, novice would like to provide MASTER with servile service. Sirs, place your slave in strict bondage and make your slave, prisoner, or initiate serve your needs. Sirs, novice interested in scenes like described in "1990, The Long Night," (Drummer 65) and "Interrogation" (Drummer 68). Box 4475LF
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
LITTLE BOY LOST
Sexually and emotionally abused boy, 38, 5'7" 135 lbs., needs stern, loving daddy. PO Box 2693, Bloomington, IN 47402
SON NEEDS DADDY
WM, 23, 6'1", 180 lbs. needs weekend Daddy to serve. I'm a novice and wanted to be trained. Into bondage, taking orders, and making my Daddy feel like the man he is. Box 5910
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
SUBMISSIVE SLAVE
27 yrs. old, 6'2", 185 lbs., 7", ex-Navy. Into bondage, being gang raped, suck cock, public / private humiliation. (Would like to relocate in California.) Send photo and my orders. Kevin Marks, PO Box 14814, Louisville, KY 40214 (LE5756)
HOT HORNY YOUNG STUD
Muscular smooth body, 24, 5'9", 140 lbs., 7". New to scene, and looking for safe, good-looking , well-built teacher to learn and experiment with (Top or bottom). Into leather, S / M, heavy tit torture. Send photo with letter. Louisville. Box 5946
LOUISANA
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, 6'1", 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, Per- mament Master / slave relationship possible. Write Sir, or phone (504) 473-6087 after 10 PM
MAINE
DADDY SLAVE WANTED
30 y / o son, 6' tall, 7" cock, looking for slave dad 30-55 into crotch worship, cocksucking, shaving, and spanking. Write Box 5915
MASSACHUSETTS
MASTER SEEKS SECOND SLAVE
Master in 60s, sexually 40s, and slave in 20s seek second slave around 6', 160 lbs. with NO facial hair. We're HEAVY into rubber, leather S / M, bondage. You'll relocate immediately to small town in New England, ranch house with extensive toy room. No DRUGS, FEMS, FF SCAT, JO calls. Call (413) 267-5278 before 10 PM EST. Be prepared to give your phone no. in case of telephone fuck-up. We are serious, are you? (LF4247)
PLOWED
Bottom, 37, 6', 195 lbs. needs assistance using my extensive dildo collection. Will also submit to spanking, shaving and titwork. Deep hole Danny, (617) 536-4308. (Box 5947)
GWM 26 5'8" CLEAN CUT attractive, dominant, seeks young recruit for discreet sessions in soundproof cellar. SM BD, TT, CBT, long-term bondage, forced heavy labor. Safe, sane and mutually satisfying. Size or race not important, but nice body is. Tell me your ideas. Answer photos only, Accardi. 89 Massachusetts Ave., PO Box 178, Boston, MA 02115
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 pleasure. 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)
HAIRY-HUNG-UNCUT COUPLE
Late 20s, with equipment, seek others for light / heavy safe scenes. Reply with phone and photo to: SIR, PO Box 3622, Boston, MA 02101-3622
GANG FUCK, ASS EATER Hot, big-dicked, 38, 6', 220 lbs., bearded stud wants to be used by a group of two or more men wanting a toy for F / a, G / p, piss, verbal abuse & lots of ass eating. Into being left in a room and used by group-one or two at a time-one after another. You won't be disappointed . Mass.-N.H. line. Fuck me, use me, piss in my mouth. Box 5852
TOP WANTED!
Aussie, 29, wants top / daddy for occasional scenes. Prefer hairy, with playroom / equipment . Into leather, cops some rubber, safe but raunchy bondage, SM, WS, cigars, boots. No drugs. Clear limits. Camb./Boston area. Photo & letter. I can top the right fella too. Box 5930
MICHIGAN
HOT MASTER has openining for recuit. Send resume and photo to: Rear Admiral Mark, PO Box 50014, Novi, MI 48050. (LF5686)
витсн воттом seeks dominant leatherman into bikes, It. B / D, Gr / a / c, size L, uncut a plus, blk or wht, mustache, good shape and intelligent. Me: 40, tattooed, self-sufficient, self-contained, dark Irish looks, friendly and experienced. Looking for the real thing-no bullshit. Let's do. Box 5905
MINNESOTA
TWIN CITY DADDY
Twin City area leather daddy seeking abuse-hungry masochist for TT, CBT, paddling, etc. Daddy is bearded, 39, 6'1", 185 lbs. Send your qualifications and recent photo to Box 5921
MISSOURI
SLAVE / HOUSEBOY / SON
White professional man, 40, white, 6', 175 lbs., seeking small and boyish slave / houseboy / son, any race. Desire lifetime relationship . Sexual desires and limits discussed/ respected / expanded. Must relocate and be subservient. Send revealing photo(s), applica- tion, address, phone. Will answer all. Box 5751LF
NIPPLE ACTION
WM, 5'11", 150 lbs., 40. Seeks Kansas City area tops, 40+ for extended titwork and safe ass play. Photo, phone to Box 5916
SLAVE TRAINEE AVAILABLE
Inexperienced St. Louis Greek passive needs young attractive arrogant jock to serve, worship and submit mind and body to for training, bondage and discipline, verbal abuse, spank- ing and fulfillment of Master's fantasies. Would-be slave is 28-year-old white professional who is 5'11", 170 lbs. with brown hair. Box 5908
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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 hot scenes in well- equipped black-light "playroom" (with sling)—SM, BD, CBT, TT, FF, WS—you name it or want it and we'll get into it (gentle to rough to ?). Limits discussed and respected prior to long extended session. Very verbal during sexual encounters and expect 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.
IN SEARCH OF …
That special man, secure enough to be a versatile top and bottom on a regular basis. I'm white, 32, 5'8", 145 lbs., St. Louis-based with interests in B&D, C&BT, tits, clothespins and ass play. I'm levelheaded, sane and play safe. Box 5941
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)
OMAHA AREA
Nonsexual WM bondage Master, 36, 5'10" 190, wants part-time WM slaves, 21-35. Light to moderate SM optional. Any experience level. No scat, WS, drugs. Address / phone to GFLH, PO Box 733, Bellevue, NE 68005. (LF5474)
NEW HAMPSHIRE
SEEK HAIRY DADDY
34-year WM, moustache, beard, seeks hairy uncut daddy, 35-45, to treat me like a man; will never say no or enough. Exploration of all possibilities-cock-tit-ball torture, enemas, bondage, poppers, armpits, sweaty crotches no scat. Will travel New England. Call (603) 225-4577. Box 5818LF
FUCK BOYS WANTED
Masters seek slaves 21+ in our home. You: French & Greek passive. Full-time position for right asshole. Write Alan, PO Box 294, Con- way, NH 03818. Send complete desc. and phone if possible, or call (603) 367-8304.
NEW JERSEY
STRIP SEARCHES MEDICAL EXAMS RAZOR STRAPPINGS
Shaving and enemas if needed. Formally administered to deserving young men. Reform -school style. Call this handsome 32- year-old, hairy guy. (201) 635-7066
NOVICE
Good-looking, 35, 5'9", 160 lbs., blond hair, blue eyes—slave / son in Ny metropolitan area-into bondage, fucking, hot wax, sweaty jockstraps, handcuffs, safe sex-needs dominant , beefy Italian type to 50 yrs. No drugs/ alcohol. All replies answered, Sir! Box 5685
RENAISSANCE MAN OF KINKS
Boots, armpits, feet, jocks, 501s, leather, sweatsocks are a few of my favorite things. GWM, 32, 6'1", 180—versatile, experienced, healthy—sks fellow travellers in esoteric sex and more mundane pleasures movies opera, books, etc. Smokers, social drinkers, and recreational druggies preferred. NO PHONE CALLS. Write first with photo if possible (returnable). T.R. Witomski, 41 Bon-aire Dr., Toms River, NJ 08757
TORTURE TURN YOU ON?
Wonder how much you can take? Find out. Experienced sadist 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 chained, you twist, sweat and moan 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)
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. Interest in leather, boots, uniforms, fantasy scenes. Safety and discretion assured. All answered. Photo / letter to Box 5513LF
NEW YORK
LEATHER UNIFORM MASTER
Trim, 6'1", 51, clean shaven disciplinarian 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 reinforce proper attitude and behavior. Box 4781LF
VERSATILE SLAVE SOUGHT for training, confinement and discipline. You must be GWM, slender and muscular, 28 to 45, in need of domination 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 obedient , 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 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
SEEKING DOMINANT SON
Attractive, 5'7", 34-year-old leatherman seeks sexually dominant younger son. Son must be into leathersex, bondage and some-light to moderate SM. Will train novices and / or bottoms interested in switching roles 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 enemas, catheters, hot wax, assplay. Not into FF, scat, heavy pain. Have extensive leather, toy collection , boot hoist, sling, suspension harness Waiting for right teacher with hairy chest well-built, to age 45. Your photo and phone gets mine. Box 5410
NAKED BOTTOM
Exhibitionist, WM, 37, 6', 180, needs top to keep me naked, display me, have me perform for you, friends, parties. Into bondage, TT, CBT, shaving, leather, W / S, aroma, toys. Indoors or outdoors. Let's hear your ideas and make them happen. Just keep me bare-ass and exposed. Live upstate. Box 5696LF
BB SON / SLAVE WANTED by 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
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, 6'1", 175, 16" arms, 45" chest, 38" butt, 22<math>\frac{1}{2}</math>" thighs, 16<math>\frac{1}{2}</math>" calves, 7<math>\frac{1}{2}</math>" dick. Correspond with hot little tops needing big bottoms. Box 5365LF
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 sexual relationship. Into shaving, tit work, ball stretching, bondage , hot wax and more. Not into pain or life-threatening situations. Write Box 4709LF.
UPSTATE LEATHER
Master / Daddy, WM, 6'2", 180 lbs., masculine Master, seeks slave and possible permanent relationship. Must be submissive. Have own home in country. Box 4756LF
CAVERNOUS SHAVED PIG HOLE available to you. This sexy, hot Scorpio could be your man. WM, 39, 5'7", beard, shaved chest, ass, balls, pierced, but most important, healthy. Versatile, uninhibited hot pig into mutual scenes, including L / L, deep FF, ass toys, B / D, W / S, CB / T, boots, socks, jocks (especially those requiring washing and cleaning with my mouth / tongue). Also into photos and videos. Turn off to fats / overweights and men unable to live their fantasies. Photo/ phone to Box 1440, Madison Sq. Sta., NYC, NY 10159. Experience a real man! (LF5575)
MASTER / TOP
Experienced, concerned, but a true sadist who will hurt but never harm you. No permanent relationship possible-but friendship via your real submission and committment the bottom line. Box 4255LF
YOU WANT A BIG STRONG MAN to hold you, to envelope you, to caress and use your hot little body. I'm 6'2", 33 years old and good-looking with light brown hair and blue eyes. You're young and slim and, maybe, a little inexperienced. That's OK, I'm a patient teacher, safe and sensual. Jeff Martin, 400 W. 43, Apt. 14-P, New York, NY 10036. Photo gets same. Box 5777LF
PHOTOGRAPHS
Guys with anything good wanted; hands, legs, back, tits, nose, dick, scene, big, small, any age. Whatever you've got or do good. Must sign release: serious artist, good time. 2-3 prints in return. Duos At. Box 5820
WESTERN NEW YORK pig slave, white, 36 yrs. old. 6', 165 lbs., full beard and 'stach, seeks hot master and / or lover to expand my limits for fun and games on a regular basis. Safe, sane sex aware. i'm into leather and rubber gear, uniforms, verbal abuse, bondage, boot service, watersports, S&M etc. Sir, i need tied up, lick on Your boots, suck on Your used scum bag, and have You use my pig slave holes to please Your needs. Regular phone buddy also. Box 5656LF
PISS & RIM SLAVE AVAILABLE serve hot topmen, daddies & masters. Clean-cut, blond, trim, 35 yr. old pig will give your crotch & ass the attention it deserves, Sir! Write to: Frank, PO Box 1394, Ansonia Station, NYC, NY 10023. Photo / phone if possible. (LF5695)
SON SLAVE SLIM SMOOTH
Body to 25, boyish looking, must be prepared to surrender your mind, will & body entirely ready to be trained into total complete slavery by your actt hung Daddy Master. Send full-length revealing photo phone letter of worthiness to serve to Master Don, PO Box 243, S.I., NY 10306, or call (718) 979-0328. Must be ready to relocate. (LF5674)
BONDAGE
31, 175, 6'2", very handsome, brn / brn. Desires dominant bodybuilders and leather-men to show this submissive bottom the ropes. Into muscles, BD, SM, TT, CBT, hoods, hot wax, gags, toys, smoke, aroma, condoms and SAFE SEX. Torture me, I'll worship you and let's cum together. Photo / phone / letter to Box 5670LF
RAUNCHY SEX PARTIES
OK, so we have to be careful, but there must be L.I. studs to get together in couples or groups for smoke, beer, poppers, tit work, J / O, mutual dildoes, videos and games. We can still drink our own piss. Send photo to this 6'1", 160 lbs., blond, 7", handsome stud for fast reply. Let's party! Box 5749LF
TALL BIG-FOOTED BOTTOMS
Do you want to act out sweaty locker room scenes, frat hazing, brothers, and other exciting head trips with a hot WM, 31, 6'1", 185, very attractive, masculine and sincere? Then call Frank between 8 PM-12 Mid. at (212) 675-7352 to meet (no phone J / O) in NYC for regular explosive action. Tall tops welcome too. (LF5769)
YOU WANT A BIG STRONG MAN to hold you, to envelope you, to caress and use your hot little body. I'm 6'2", 33 years old and good looking with light brown hair and blue eyes. You're young and slim and, maybe, a little inexperienced. That's OK, I'm a patient teacher, safe and sensual. Jeff Martin, 400 W. 43, Apt. 14-P, NY, NY 10036. Photo gets same. (LF5777)
SADISTIC SICILIAN MASTER
37, 5'9", 190 seeks dog or pig into heavy, heavy V / A, whippings, pleasurable torture, CBT, TT, FF, W / S, scat. A complete piece of shit that likes to be treated like one. Prefer experienced short chunky types. Photo and letter of qualifications to Box 5814LF.
SHIT [×5+]
Very hot 25 y.o. toilet seeks hot men for heavy scat scenes. Desire to be total toilet for the right man. Looks and attitude important. Photo / phone answered first, Box 5819
RIM YOUR CLEAN SMOOTH ASS
Daddy wants to rim your smooth clean ass & have you squirm as daddy slides his hot tongue in, out & around your juicy man or pussy hole. You 18-35, no fat cock not impt. 45, slim, 5'11", br, hzl. Ltr phone ass photo if poss, not nec. Box 5854
YOUNG MUSCULAR MASTER
29, 5'7", 150, hairy, bearded, offering excellent opportunity for straight-looking, muscular , submissive guy to serve as real life slave / houseboy. Your loyalty rewarded by my ownership. Apply with photo and phone. PO Box 1853, NYC 10009.
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PHYSICAL TRAINING
GWM, 43, 6', 198 lbs., out of shape needs direction from in-shape Coach / Topman. Goal. overcome flab, develop trim, tight body for Coach, Topman's use and enjoyment in extensive sexual training. Coach is thoroughly Top, mature, dominant, extremely well hung, always horny. Awaiting instructions. Sir. Live upstate / travel Box 5949LF
HUSKY TOP / BOTTOM
Seeks older man / Dad for light S / M, bondage, T / T, domination, and submission: You must be over forty, and masculine. Beards, mustaches, hairy bodies, salt and pepper hair a plus. Me 26 yrs., masculine, 5'11", 260 lbs. Safe sex only. Relationship possible. (516) 731-6740. Anytime.
DOMINANT BLACK MAN WANTED
Very well-hung white European male with smooth, firm, round buns seeks to serve hot. demanding black master. I am 40, 165 lbs., 5'10", semi-cut 8½". I need hot & heavy abuse. Beat me, fuck me, sit on my face & train me to worship your black body. Will travel. Write Suite K52, 496A Hudson St., New York, NY 10014.
FAT PIG SLAVE
Sir, I'm 30, 5'10", 260 lbs., beefy tits. Tight ass. I strongly desire bondage, spanking, piss, and assplay. I lick boots, balls and ass. Limits: scat, electricity, and piercing. Wouldn't you like a pig slave tonight? (212) 533-2943
HOT YOUNG NOVICE SEEKS TOP to expand horizons. Me: 24, red hair, blue eyes, hot ass. You: 21-35, tall, dark and hung. Need to be tied down and made to service my hot new Master. I want to be face and ass fucked, toilet slaved, shaved, gagged, disciplined . It's up to you. New to scene. Healthy. but far from innocent. Call (718) 424-2870.
HOT FISTFUCKING BOTTOM needs dominant master. GWM 27, is looking for top leatherman to train me for hot BD sex. I'm into enemas, large dildoes, leather and big fists up my ass. Suspend me in your sling and open up my hole. PO Box 17043, Rochester, NY 14617
BLACK DAD SEEKS BABY BOY
Big blk hard cigar-smokin', beer-bellied Dad, 5'11", 233 lbs. seeks hungry baby boy 21-35 for manly nursin' sessions on his pebble-sized nips. Big momma's boys or very SM guys a plus. Must be clean cut and crave attention Box 5936
FUN ASSPLAY
31, 5'9", 160, hot, seeks others into safe ass play, FF, fantasy, raunch for fun. Photo / phone if possible. Box 5939
NYC SLAVE WANTED
36, 6', brown / blue, professional. Master: Demanding, but affectionate. You: 18-35. healthy, good shape, intelligent, employed, and ready to be totally owned. Duties: naked, chained, shaved servitude with heavy bondage and strict discipline. On-call while in training, permanent upon graduation. Stop fantasizing and write, boy! Box 5925
SHAVED, BOOTED, TIED TOGETHER
Looking for older shave buddies into mutual rawhide, clothespins, tit chains, for slow, simultaneous CB / TT. Moderate pain, maximum pleasure between two beefy, shaved Dads stretching, tugging, smacking, twisting. Box 5913
SM REALITY
Not fantasy. Very experienced masochist, 38, 5'10", 170, well developed, seeks experienced sane sadist for pushing of exceptional pain level. Restrain my power, clamp my 341 protruding tits, stimulate my pain level with your leather and SM equipment. Send description of yourself and experiences, phone. Travel frequently to Calif. and Illinois. Box 5444
HUMILIATION
Groveling slave, 28, needs arrogant top. Box 364, 132 W 24th St., New York, NY 10011.
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)
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, brutality, scat, manipulators (you know who you are). Yes: Leather, love, workouts, commitment . Photo exchange a must. Box
HOT JOCK PUSSY / DEEP THROAT
Tough young stud in great shape (health) needs hot Black, Latin or white stud with 9"+ U / C meat. Looking for man who needs a hot, tough stud between his legs (you'd be proud to be seen with me anywhere) eating his cock anytime he needs it, feeding on his U / C cheese, naked and obedient. Won't find me in the bars-work too hard. Am a successful professional, not looking to be kept (unless you decide to take me), but to be trained further, used, throat kept full and ass filled deeper and deeper. Me-29, 6'3", 175 / 180, 81 / 4" rock-hard, cock, tight ass that needs to be opened. Can take 14" dildo. Train me to take fist to elbow. Walk me around room with hand up my ass. Incredible throat, take 11 cock to base and stay down on indefinitely while swallowing on the cock. I'm hot but unused, having just moved to NYC. Need one not big-dicked man who can appreciate and exploit the above. Photo / phone. J.N., PO Box. 2653, Church St. Sta., NYC 10008-2653.
LEATHERMAN looking for those that need to be punched, kicked and stomped. Age / race unimportant, but where your head is, is all important. If you understand what this is all about, and need to be worked over, include your phone and photo. Other leathermen of same mind wel- come to reply also. Box 4840LF
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 humil-lation , 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 intelligent, 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)
MAKE ME WANT IT
WM, mid-30s, NYC area bottom, new to scene-tall, lean, well-developed pecs, dark hair, moustache. Fantasies: leather, spankings , paddlings, slow tit torture, cock / ball torture. I need a patient MASTER to show me the ropes so I will no longer be a novice. PO Box 780, Horace Harding Sta., Flushing, NY 11362-9991. (LF5863)
MAKE ME YOUR SUCK PIG
Hungry throat needs to be force-fed gigantic (8"+) meat for hours! No reciprocation. Age not important … size is. Nude photo assures quick reply. Fox. PO Box 20161, Midtown Station, New York City 10129
ATTENTION COPS
Cop digs uniformed action with other officers. No one considered without uniform. Prefer mounted or MC cops in high-shined police boots. I'm W, 5'9", muscular and ready in full gear. Letters with phone will get response White only Box 2120, Elizabeth, NJ 07207 2120
RUBBER HIPBOOTS
Hipbooted guy seeks others for hot, wet, sloppy J / O scenes in heavy-duty rubber gear chest waders, rainsuits, gloves, driving suits Real sewermen, firemen, fishermen a plus! No novices, please. (718) 261-0645.
FAT PIG SLAVE
White pig slave, 37, 5'11", 300-plus lbs. looking for muscular in-shape Master 26-40 for SM BD WS CBT TT rimming. Please, Sir, give this fat pig what he deserves. Box 5895
COCKSLAVE BONDAGE TRAINEE seeks 18-25 Menudo-type boy / man, slender hairless smooth body novice with big fat cock to teach this GWM of 40, 5'6", 150 lbs., br / br drug / virus free nonsmoker the joys of cock worship / slavery. Steel-ringed nipples / cockhead . Shaved. Desire perm. cock modification / piercings & forced wearing of lockable cock control chastity device full-time. Into ass expansion & urethral stretching. Want over-nite / extended bondage, suspension, impalement , sensory deprivation with leather / latex harnesses, hoods, collars, gags, restraints & dildoes in locked closet, cage, burial up to neck and forced exhibition / humiliation / ass-whipping / verbal & sexual abuse from young Master in public place late at nite. Serious replies w / photo only. Box 5909
22-Y.O. CONSTRUCTION WORKER
5'9", 140, brown, blue, lean, tight muscled, tattooed, beer drinking, healthy body. Seeks in-shape, over 6', mean top to serve mentally and physically. Have no limits, into it all. Hol letter, photo, phone. G.F. PO Box 30182, NYC. NY 10011-0102. (212) 228-1819
NORTH CAROLINA
WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA
Asheville, Waynesville, Sylva, Maggie Valley, Cherokee—40s WM, hairy, healthy Top— SS-wellhung, uncut good physical shape-Into tit & CB torture, BD, whips, chains, dildos, & sexual service-leather, 501s, jockstraps. briefs, and discipline. Tourists, truckers, uniforms, college students; experienced or novice—"SARGE," PO Box 1576, Waynes-ville , NC 28786
OHIO
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, BD, WS, TT, C / BT, FF, shaving enemas. Expand my limits, while I worship your body, Sir, and fulfill your leather fantasies, Dayton/ Cincinnati, OH. Box 5514LF
DADDY MASTER WANTS SLAVE
WM Master, 39, 5'11", 195, brn hair and eyes. seeks slaves for S&M, B&D, TT, watersports. shaving, training and service. Photo and phone to Box 4137LF.
CIN / DAYTON AREA
160 lbs., 6'1", 52-yr.-old, size 13 boot, heavy boot service, leather, uniforms, subservience. No scat, heavy pain. Eves. until 11 PM. (513) 423-5159
CLEVELAND
SLAVE SEEKS MASTER. Slave's stats. GWM, 30 years. 5'6", 140 lbs. Slave craves spanking. S&M, verbal abuse, etc. Safe sex only. Gel. me at: Box 501, 35 Severance Circle Dr., Cleveland, OH 44118
ENGLISH DISCIPLINE
Former English Prep School Prefect seeks U.S. butts for strap, paddle, cane and belt. Experience the trauma of the British schoolboy GWM 39, excellent shape. PO Box 14056. Cleveland, OH 44114.
FEAR OF FLYING 101
WM, 27, attractive, professional, fun, looking for young hot receptive mouth and tight ass Leather, dildoes, S / M, into any safe scene Beg me, cum on, I dare ya, SIR! PO Box 381 Lakewood, OH 44107.
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OREGON
LET'S DISCOVER LEATHERSEX TOGETHER if you're new at it, so am I. Let's initiate each other into being belted, fucked, sucked and pissed on. Top / bottom, I can be both gentle and strong. Handsome, 6'4", 210, 29. Into working out and staying in shape and want someone else who is too. Send photo / letter to PO Box 40740, Portland, OR 97240-0740 (LF5747)
NEED TRAINING / CONTROL?
Salem WM, mid-age, physically active, 6', 180 lbs., cut 7" cock with nice head, 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, shaving: self-stimulation, and designing and using restrictive , binding or locking chastity devices. Your interest is important, not your experience . Describe your ideas and what turns you on in detail. Include photo. Box 5279LF
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
LEATHERMEN
Suckhole mouth and ass looking for rough men, top and bottom, for play, B / D, anything else? 36, 5'11", 150. Box 5914
NOVICE SEEKS INITIATION
Handsome, well-built swimmer, 30, 5'7", 160 bs., need introduction to sweaty, safe leather-sex . Couples welcome. Photo / letter. Box 5933
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LEATHER MASTER NEEDED
Slave, 29, 5'9", 155, hairy, moustache, seeks Daddy / Master into WS, Spit, Leather, Uniforms , Toys, BD, VA, SM, CBT / T, Smoke. Need man to dominate me and expand my limits/ horizons. Moustache or beard a must. Photo, phone preferred. PO Box 53373, Philadelphia, PA 19105. (LF5655)
SENSORY DEPRIVATION WANTED
Complete sensory deprivation wanted through mummification with leather and rubber by gay white male age 40. Long-term rigid bondage. I am a bottom. Only experienced need reply. Box 5846
WELL-STOCKED BLACK ROOM 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-Z! All fantasies considered most realized. Requires mind, body and soul. can't handle it … fuck off! Men only need apply. Box 4406LF
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)
WANTED: BONDAGE MASTER
Once you get me under your control, you set the limits. 37-year-old bondage slave needs natural Master capable of extended heavy bondage, sensory deprivation and behavior modification. Please send orders to PO Box 2091, Philadelphia, PA 19103. Am able and willing to travel your domain. (LF4674)
BASIC TRAINING
Recruits wanted for "Active Duty" by military Drill instructor. 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 request orders from MCRD-PHL, Box 242, Penndel, PA 19047-0848. All responses acknowledge , but those with photo / phone answered first. (LF4257)
BONDAGE SLAVE AVAILABLE
Into prolonged sessions. Enjoy being gagged, hooded, bound, chained and serving a strict Master. Possible permanent life with right Master. Limits set by Master. No drugs. Box 5394LF
RHODE ISLAND
COPS / MILITARY/ CONSTRUCTION WORKERS
This bottom is: WM, 5'9", 160, brown eyes/ hair, 8" cut, hairy chest, and healthy, with an equally healthy imagination. I'm into verbal abuse, uniforms, leather, toys, bondage, safe watersports, tit torture, hot wax, ass play, spanking, boots and open to suggestions. You're a verbal, creative topman (men) into (fantasy) sex: A kick-ass, filthy-mouthed cor. with a desire to rape a lone motorist. A hard, hot-headed Marine MP with a mean streak a mile wide. A sweaty, raunchy construction 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.
SOUTH DAKOTA
WINKTE
Wamasicun, 35, 5'8", 185, Ble Erie ekta wati. Kola Lakota wacin, wicasa nains winkte. Pilamayan wasicun iapi wowapi yakaga. Wato-hanl waciyanke kte lo. Niyelo. Wakan Tanka nici un. Box 52841 F
TENNESSEE
GWM 25
5'9", 160, brown hair, blue eyes, moustache, submissive and obedient, looking for Drum- mer 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 Nashville 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
TAKE COMPLETE CONTROL
Exp GWM bottom into all types of ass play. Toys, cocks, FF, VA, humiliation (private/ public), Fr / A, Gr / P, W / S, bondage with light TT, CBT. No hang-ups on age / race. disc… Pluses: big cocks, blacks, Hispanics, uncuts. Prefer Southeast U.S., but will consider other locations. Revealing photo will return with mine. Box 5186LF
NIPPLES BECOME ERECTILE
More than yesterday's torture, less than tomorrow's. When will it end? Will you collapse before your 41-yr.-old GWM Daddy gives you the final rubdown with hot oil and commands, "You passed, son. Cum." Send age, height, weight, and best and worst scenes endured to date—be candid—to this ruthless 6'4" 205-pounder at Box 5034LF.
TEXAS
BONDAGE AND TICKLING
Very good-looking, ticklish, 28 yr. old, blond, 6'1", 165 lbs., seeks other gay men as fascinated as I am with male bondage and tickling-especially foot tickling. Box 5931
DALLAS
Hot, horny hole needs large tool, hands, toys. GWM, 32, seeks above. Nude photo gets response. Member Leather Fraternity. Box 54591 F
LOW HANGERS WANTED
Surrender to me your cock and balls for heavy torture. Any age. Sex not required. Bill. (214) 520-8607
SAFE BUT "HOT" LEATHER SEX
Houston versatile bottom can become hot top for right daddy. Must be professional, masculine , in good shape, good-looking and like to play. Reply Box 5911
DEAF BONDAGE MASTER
GWM, 21, 5'7", 120 lbs., deaf, full-time employee, seeks permanent bondage master. I like to be tied by rope, leather belt and chain. My goal is to be a tough leatherman. You must be willing to relocate in Dallas from where you live now Please send me a photo of you wearing leather clothing, and send response to Deaf Leatherboy, 3321 Crestview, Apt. 301, Dallas, TX 75235. Also want to have a weightlifting training while you're training me.
SERIOUS FF PARTNERS
52, 5'91 / 2", 161, wants FF partners GWM. (top-bottom). Member M.A.F.I.A., Chicago, Safe play practices. Also other interests. Bob (214) 526-7354
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 application to Box 5453LF. Houston area
VERMONT
HOT VERMONT BOTTOM
42, brown and blue, 120 lbs., 5'6", needs Tops to train me. Into all except fistfucking. Turn-ons : uniforms, leather, jockstraps, humiliation, slapping ass, cock toys, cops, all law enforcement officers. Would also like to try W / S, T / T. Wayne D. Bannister, RD 2, Rt. 30, Box 2102, Middlebury, VT 05753. (802) 462-3173 (LF5750)
VIRGINIA
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 fella let's meet. N. Virginia area. Box 5477LF
RICHMOND AREA
WM, 29, 5'8", 150 lbs., seeks partner into CBT, B / D, top / bottom, 25-45. Box 5787
EXPLORING BONDAGE
Experienced, mature, intelligent man looking for person(s) to explore bondage and related S / M activities. Open to all safe, sane activity. Have well-equipped playroom or will travel VA NC, DC, MD for long, intense sessions. Enjoy top but will go bottom or switch. Age not important but prefer someone experienced under 40. HTLV-negative. Karl, (804) 270- 6749, 8-10 PM ET. Box 5862
BONDAGE SLAVE
WM, 28, 5'9", 150 lbs., well-built, handsome, seeks safe sessions with rugged top to work my tits and ass. No damage. Very discreet. PO Box 301, Portsmouth, VA 23704
WASHINGTON
RAUNCH SLAVE
GWM, 30, 5'9", good-looking, seeks raunch Master / Daddy to serve. Master should be white, healthy, facial hair, under 45, good-looking with a rank-smelling shithole. Initiate me into toilet service, humiliation, Master worship, etc. Send photo with letter. Box 5935
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 professional, sincere, discreet and affectionate boy. Travel possible. Box 4249LF
NEEDS DISCPLINE
Handsome, muscular, 24-year-old college student needs to be dog-collared, dominated, and disciplined by loving master. Into athletics, intellectual and spiritual growth. PO Box 1714, Seattle, WA 98111
SERIOUS GAMES FOR MEN
Need versatile buddy for long sessions mutually enjoying leather, bondage, C&B&TT, whips, toys. Also fucking and sucking, using condoms. Safe sex only Boxholder, PO Box 21544, Seattle, WA 98111.
WISCONSIN
SCAT
Totally uninhibited scat scenes wanted by this bottom-mutual raunch pig. Am 32, 6', 200 lbs. GWM-medium hung. Seeks same to 45- hairier 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 reply. (LF5286)
DRUMMER DESIRES
Submit to your Drummer desires. Safely explore your new horizons. Box 4876LF
WYOMING
HOT HOLES
GWM, 35, 6', 170, blond / brown, hung. Seeks hung stallions, hot fists, deep holes, safe but heavy. Leather, barn scenes. Box 5855
INTERNATIONAL
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HUNG MASTER NEEDS SLAVE
Active / Top / Master, big enormous tool, farmer / professional, average looking, 42 years, beard, moustache. Wants permanent live-in (visitors also accepted) obedient mous-tached macho-looking slave. Vicente; Apar- tado 1964; Picoas; Lisboa 1006; Portugal.
PROUD OF THAT CHEST?
GWM, 45, 6', 160 lbs., br hair / eyes, intelligent, masc., healthy, athletic build, hairy, 8" uncut, shaved balls, seeks hot descriptive J / O correspondence with masc. guys anywhere proud of their big, hairy pecs and nipples, who enjoy writing about it, showing it off. Full-blown pecs a must, overweight OK. Race, height, age, cock size not important. Hairy Latin types, muscles, exhibitionists, pierced nipples, uniforms , torn T-shirts, leather all pluses, but not essential. How about chains or a rope to define the big suckers? Gentle tongue massage or heavy workout-you name it, I'll focus on your mantit. Yes, I'm into tit worship, so if you think you've got what it takes and are man enough, write now and enclose photo(s). Visitors to Southern Pacific welcome. All letters answered. Reply: Boxholder, PO Box 34451, Birkenhead, Auckland, New Zealand.
AUSTRALIA
SLAVE, HEAVY MASOCHIST
50, into leather, military uniforms, discipline, VA. jockstraps, TT, piercing, C&BT, electric prod, shaving humiliation, bootlicking, amyl, erotic whipping and bondage, pain trips, arsehole worship, Satanism. Seeks experienced dungeon Master to expand limits as a slave of the empire of Satan by correspondence and / or heavy sessions. Box 5874LF
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 alike without pay. Am fascinated by spurred cowboy boots and English riding boots. Will lick-shine 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.
DR. SOUGHT
Good-looking, 33, 6'3", 210, dark hair / beard, seeks "doctor" to give me a complete naked physical examination, paying particular attention to cock, balls and ass. Looking for a scene that's as realistic as possible. Photo / phone preferred. Vancouver. Box 5658LF
YOUNG TOTAL SLAVE REQUIRED with housekeeping skills, by youthful professional with strong B / D interest, in SW Ontario. Long-term situation possible. Suggest one-month trial period. State age. Send photo. Write J.W., PO Box 693, Norwich, Ont., Canada NOJ 1PO
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TOTAL SLAVE REQUIRED to serve, worship and belong to hot WM Master (37, moustache). Submit humble application to become the Master's naked slave immediately and forever. Worship my boots and my mind real good and be rewarded with whipping, incarceration and true enslavement . On your knees and beg, boy. Box 5869LF
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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.
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Visit this muscular bearded top leatherman, 51, 5'11", 160, in good shape and perfect health. You're 28-50, good-looking, masculine , preferably muscular, hairy with well- trained, receptive rear for extensive assplay including deep-plowing, titwork, FF, dirty talk, mutual raunchy asslicking. Perfect health essential. Europeans (esp. Germans) corresponding to above requirements welcome. Write w / photo: B. Rahm, Hardstr. 58, CH- 4052 Basel, Switzerland. (LF5048)
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LEATHER & SM
Leather and SM turn me on. German, 41, 6'3" 190, knowledgeable, into experimental and new things, wants to get in touch and possibly meet with interesting men into most forms of the leather world. I am often in the states. Let me hear from you and tell and show me more of yourself. Box 5755LF
MASTER WITH SLAVE
Experienced German Master, 38, (Interchain 445), with slave, 42, wishes to meet other Masters and / or slaves from all over. Into leather, uniforms, bondage, discipline scenes, CBTT, dog training. Has well-equipped playroom . Safe sex only! Write: Postfach 74 21, D-4400 Munster, West Germany.
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DESPERATELY SEEKING MODEL for safer-sex kink videos. SM, bondage, head/ body shaving, enemas, fetishes-tell us what turns you on. Cooperative attitude more important than super good looks & cock size. No video experience necessary. Good $. See our review in Drummer 102. No phone calls. Photo to: T.R. Witomski, Katsam Productions, 41 Bonaire Dr., Toms River, NJ 08757.
1987 MR. DRUMMER
'Master' Mark Alexander, the nation's hottest leather stud, available for personal appearances and phone fantasies. Call (213) 392- 3923 for appointments. VISA, MC accepted. Travel available.
ULTIMATE FANTASY
Expert heavy bondage, butt-beating and hole-stretching scenes conducted by young, experienced , blond bodybuilder, 26 years old. Well-equipped, mirrored playroom for light to heavy punishment or discipline. Capable of bloodying your butt with whips or paddles, then safely expanding your hole. For those who are young and hot, I will consider special discounts. Chris (415) 621-0297.
HALF OF AUGUST IN COLO.
Hairy, Irish sadist, control-word bound, non-ageist (over 21), non-racist, non-sexist. All calls confirmed collect. Call (713) 869-2298 for local number, Master Ty, Houston's leather cowboy!
MODELS NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
SAFE EAST BAY MASSAGE
Oakland-SF masseur. Fr-a / p, Gr-a. Phallic lovers, J / O. $65 in. Photos, phone sex. Marc (415) 444-3204
BONDAGE TRIPS
You can't go nearly as far as I can take you-and return! Scenes from 4 hours (local) to 2-5 days (out of state). Fully equipped playroom! Leather straitjacket, manacles, hoods, gags, police equipment-sensual trips or lite to heavy pain (your limits). Call (415) 680-8959 or write PO Box 271403, Concord, CA 94527. Leathermaster Jack.
BONDAGE / WHIP / SM EXPERT
Sadist, top, funky daddy w / piercings and tattoos, hot-n-husky, offers a safe place for masochists and submissives to explore restraint and sensory input. I'm discreet, caring, AIDS aware. Straight and bisexual men especially welcome. Special interest in bondage, erotic floggings and beatings, tit play, pain trips. South of Market playroom, unusual gear, fantasy contracting. Arrangements can be made for long-term restraint. Serious replies to: Mark Chester, PO Box 42501, S.F., CA 94101. (415) 621-6294, noon to 10 P.M., S.F. time only. I am very busy, leave message on machine if I am not available. $200 minimum. For reservation, 1 / 2 down deposit required.
MODELS SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
HOT HORNY PARTY ANIMAL
Fist-fucking (top) versatile in toys, tit-cock-ball action. Reasonable rate for long, hard 3-ways, group sessions. Sorry-no B&D, prefer men on a man-to-man level. 5'9", solid, smooth, shaved body, 160 lbs., clean-shaven, 35 handsome, Italian looks. Out. Rocky (213) 655-8412.
HOT PAY TOILET
Good-looking hot bottom will service hot raunchy toilet studs. W / S, scat, puke, cheese, etc. Discreet, healthy, safe. $200 session. Also available for parties. L.A., San Diego area. Out only. PO Box 3303, Montebello Hills, CA 90640.
PIERCING
Watch and maybe film while I get pierced. Prices vary. Also C&BT, hot wax, bondage, spanking, W / M 24. Send letter and photo. Box 5926
DOMINANT BB TOP
Tired of wasting your time and not getting the action you need? Hot 30-year-old BB, 5'11". 185 lbs. does it all. Leave message for Max, (213) 550-1915.
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Service a real man 39 6'3" 235 burly hairy 12D feet Jack-24 hours (213) 469-6020 You know you need to do it
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See ad under Northern California Models. Master Jack. In L.A. often.
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Quality men of all ages, types and scenes throughout the U.S. and Canada. Photos and phone fantasies also available. We travel and hire worldwide, Credit cards accepted. (813) 823-5629, anytime.
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See ad under Northern California Models. Master Jack. In NY often.
MODELS CANADA
PISSY BLACK DICK 5'8", 148 lbs., mustache, 71 / 2"×5". Suck my cock, balls, armpits, smelly jock. Eat my asshole, tits, drink my piss. Clamps, belts, straps available. Fister. Travel weekends. Box 5887
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ORGANIZATIONS
GAY-MALE-S / M ACTIVISTS
Now in our 7th year. Dedicated to safe and responsible S / M. Open meetings with programs on S / M techniques, lifestyle issues. political and social concerns; 8:30 PM, 2nd and 4th Wednesdays, Sept.-June, 208 W. 13th St., NYC. Also special events, speakers bureau , workshops, demos, affinity groups, newsletter, more. Write: GMSMA, Dept. D, 132 W. 24th St., NYC 10011.
INTERCHAIN
A L / L fraternity for the serious minded. Want to meet other L / L brothers and get involved in our AIDS fundraising benefits. Write now for membership info: Founders of the Leather Daddy's and Daddy's Boy contests in S.F. & the Mr. Leather N.Y. contest. Box 410, 132 West 24th St., NYC 10011
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International friendship / contact roster for men into beards / beardedness. Send long SASE to Box 85338, Seattle, WA 98145- 1338.
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Huddle up and dump your load! Very hot and very safe. For information, send $1 to: The Club, PO Box 16319, San Diego, CA 92116.
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LEATHER PRIDE NIGHT
Nearly 600 men and women of the New York-area leather community trooped down to The Saint, the city's oldest and largest gay-owned dance club, on Sunday, June 21, to make the fourth annual Leather Pride Night benefit the most successful yet. More than $8,000 was raised for the joint beneficiar-ies : Heritage of Pride, which organizes New York's Lesbian and Gay Pride Day March and Rally each year, and the S / M- Leather Outreach Committee for the October 11 National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights.
The event was organized by the Gay Male S / M Activists (GMSMA) and the Lesbian Sex Mafia (LSM), the area's largest leather S / M organizations. Other participating groups were the New York chapter of Trident International MC, Thunderbolts MC, Excelsior MC, the 9+ Club. the Pocono Warriors, and the
Long Island Spuds MC. The four-hour party featured a slide show of highlights from past Gay Pride Day marches and club events, a raffle and auction of thousands of dollars worth of donated goods and services. entertainment by cast members from the Broadway musical Stardust, and "side-show" concessions including a boot-shine stand, an instant-photo booth, and Tarot readings. A popular feature of the photo booth was a life-size enlargement of Drum, Bill Ward's famous cartoon leatherman.
M.C.'s for Leather Pride Night were Pat Califia, co-coordinator of LSM and a nationally known writer on sexual politics and other gay / lesbian issues, and Ray Matienzo, who recently retired after four and a half years as chairman of GMSMA. General coordinators for the event were Thor Stockman and David Stein, both of
GMSMA, greatly assisted by Candida Piel of Heritage of Pride and Marc Berkley of The Saint.
"The money raised for us at Pride Night is two thirds of our national budget for outreach to the leather-S / M community," said Barry Douglas, who shares the "leather seat" on the Steering Committee of The National
March on Washington with Brenda Howard of LSM and the Eulenspiegel Society. "It will enable us to implement our plans for a communications system, mailings, and personal speaking engagements around the country to insure a big showing by our people in Washington."
GMSMA News Release
S / M-LEATHER CONFERENCE
The March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights on October 11, 1987 will attract thousands of people - gay and straight - from all over the country to demand an end to antigay discrimination, more money for AIDS research and patient care, more government support for PWAs, and a reaffirmation of our presence as a vital social and political force. This coming together will be the largest civil rights gathering in this country in this decade. For those of us into S / M and leather, the march, additionally, will be a coming-out. By having representation on the steering committee, we assume our rightful position as part of the forefront of the gay movement. This is the first time that a national coalition of gay and lesbian organizations has invited us to be part of the leadership . This act marks an end to discrimination from within our movement and signals the all-encompassing focus of the march.
Our S / M-Leather community will also be using the march weekend to hold the largest S / M-leather conference ever. On Saturday, October 10, numerous events will be held to celebrate our right to choose any safe, sane and consensual ways to express sexuality. We need to meet each other, exchange ideas, and set up a useful network for communicating within our community. Organizations from all parts of the country will be sharing information , problems, and solutions . We intend to create a directory of S / M-leather clubs, organizations, groups, businesses , bars and individuals who share our varied and rich life-style . Now that we have been invited into mainstream gay life, we owe it to ourselves to join in a major way.
From 1 to 7 P.M., there will be seminars and workshops conducted by experts on topics ranging from politics, social issues , and activism to how-to classes and technical instructions . There will be people who live an S / M lifestyle and people who indulge one day a month. Tattoo artists, bikers, piercing fetishists, investment bankers, lawyers, nurses-a carnival of personalities reflecting the enormous variety of ways to express oneself. There will be tables and booths for leaflets, toys, supplies, information and handouts. Late in the day, there will be a mass gathering for speeches, entertainment and an expression of unity. Saturday night, there will be a party sponsored by local clubs and bars.
While every individual's right to privacy will be zealously guarded, we want as much media coverage as possible. Through releases, press conferences and personal appearances by prominent supporters , we want our conference and our presence to have as broad a reach as the march itself. We in the S / M-leather community face prejudices from the world at large, from many of our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters, and, in some ways, from ourselves. We can no longer be ashamed. We no longer need to sneak through back alleys to meet each other. The weekend of October 10-11, 1987, will be an enormous affirmation of our rights, freedoms, values and joys.
-Barry Douglas Co-chair for the S / M-leather community
WOMANLINK: NETWORK FOR S / M WOMEN
Developed with the assistance of and modeled closely on Interchain, the leathermen's personal networking organization , Womanlink is the S / M women's contact organization. Like Interchain, Womanlink gives S / M women a way to correspond with and meet other S / M women when they traveling on business or for pleasure.
Womanlink produces a quarterly membership roster which includes, in code, each member's interests and her name and address. Mail forwarding is available. Members can correspond , develop trust in each other, decide to meet or not. There is also a quarterly newsletter of events, concerns, and just plain hot stuff of interest to women into leather-S / M.
Womanlink is operated by S / M women who share concern for strengthening the S / M women's network, for safe, consensual , nonexploitative S / M, and safe sex.
For an application, send a long SASE to Womanlink, 2124 Kittredge #257, Berkeley, CA 94704.
LEATHER'S COAST TO COAST TO COAST BIG THREE EVENTS FOR FALL
Three major events in just more than a month will keep leather men (and women) hopping from coast to coast to coast.
Living in Leather II, starts off on the Pacific Coast, August 28 through 31, in Seattle. The men and women of the National Leather Association plan to outdo last year's excellent conference with three days of virtually nonstop leather-S / M workshops , demos, discussion groups, exhibits, erotica reviews and private parties. You can register for the conference only ($50), the conference and meals ($70), or conference, meals and lodging ($125 to $225 per person). For more information contact NLA, PO Box 17463, Seattle, WA 98107, or call (206) 329-5462 or (206) 938-4305.
Denizens of the East and West Coasts often forget that there are others. The Gulf Coast extends all the way to Texas. And those inland seas, the Great Lakes, have thousands of miles of coastline. The second major event of this fall's trio is on the coast of Lake Michigan at Douglas, Michigan.
Inferno XVI will be held September 11 through 14. Invitations will go out in July to men who have been sponsored by Hellfire members. Registration is expected to fill by the second week of August so, if you are among the sponsored and can go, get your forms filed fast. The 200 spaces open fill fast!
The third event will be held
October 10-11 in Washington, DC. The National Leather Caucuses on Saturday and the march on Sunday promise to be spectacular event. Not many of us will have the time or resources to travel to all three of these, but every leatherman should try to be at one, and preferably two. I'll see you -A.F. DeBlase there
NEW VIDEOS FROM MEN
Male Entertainment Network (MEN) now has available both the 1987 International Mr. Leather Contest and the 1987 Mr. Drummer Contest in PAL video cassette format for $59.95 + $5 airmail. They can be ordered from MEN, One United Nations Plaza, San Francisco, CA 94102.
PORTLAND LEATHER
Portland Leathermen is a five-month-old informal social group that simply enjoys wearing black leather. Although the laid-back group is nonpolitical and has none of the trappings of a "club," a growing number of Portland's leathermen are joining their ranks. To find out more, look them up at the Dirty Duck Tavern, 439 N.W. Third, on Fridays after 10 P.M.
WRONG ADDRESS
An old address for the Windy City Bondage Club has appeared in Drummer. The new address is PO Box 578606, Chicago, IL 60657. Anyone wanting information may write to them at the new address, or call the club at (312) 292-1215 during normal business hours.
USA / CANADA LEATHER CALENDA
Drummer's events and run listings can only be complete and accurate if we receive the correct information. If you'd like events listed here, send us the appropriate information well in advance.
EUROPEAN LEATHER CALENDAR
USA / CANADA CLUB LISTINGS
Ace (women's group) PO Box 261 Annex Station Providence, RI 02901
Adventurers-Suncoast MC PO Box 8043 St. Petersburg, FL 33738
Argonauts MC PO Box 3331 Los Angeles, CA 90028
American Uniform Association PO Box 1037 Bowling Green Station New York, NY 10274
Atons PO Box 187 Dodge Center, MI 55927
Avatar 7869 Santa Monica Blvd. #316 Los Angeles, CA 90046
Ball Club PO Box 1501 Pomona, CA 91769
Beer Town Badgers PO Box 166 Milwaukee, WI 53201
Black Fire Box 354 Syracuse, NY 13210
Black Star MC PO Box 560933 Orlando, FL 32856
Blue Max MC PO Box 39522 Los Angeles, CA 90039
Boots PO Box 48577 Bentall #3 595 Burrard St. Vancouver, BC V7X 1A3 Canada
Border Riders MC PO Box 21152 Seattle, WA 98111
Bound & Determined (women's group) PO Box 602 Hadley, MA 01035
Briar Rose (women's group) PO Box 44 Westerville, OH 43081
The Brotherhood PO Box 29345 Los Angeles, CA 90029
Brotherhood of Man MC PO Box 57
Brothers MC 484 May Street Jacksonville, FL 32204
Bucks MC PO Box 99 Buckingham, PA 18912 California Eagles MC PO Box 280221 San Francisco, CA
California Motorcycle Club FFA Tampa Bay Box 981
CCMC-San Diego 3143 33rd St. San Diego, CA 92104
Centaur MC PO Box 362 Arlington, VA 22210
Chicago Hellfire Club PO Box 5426 Chicago, IL 60680
Cigar Studs PO Box 14344 San Antonio, TX 78214
The Club PO Box 1292 Omaha, NE 68101-1292
Club Mud Box 277
Rio Nido, CA 95471
Conquistadors MC PO Box 5591 Orlando, FL 32805
Copperstate Leathermen's Association PO Box 44051 Phoenix, AZ 85064
Corpus Christi MC PO Box 3532 Corpus Christi, TX 78404
D.A.D.S. 1800 Market St., #78 San Francisco, CA 94102
Dallas MC PO Box 19525 Dallas, TX 75219
Der Ledermeister PO Box 263 Downtown Station Syracuse, NY 13201
Desert Leathermen PO Box 1586 Tucson, AZ 85702
Disciples of de Sade 3920 Cedar Springs Dallas, TX 75219
Dreizehn PO Box 1486 Boston, MA 02117
Eagle MC 3311 Liddy Ave. West Palm Beach, FL 33316
Empire City MC PO Box 2543 New York, NY 10001
Enigma-LaFargewerks 253 Lawndale Hammond, IN 46324
Eulenspiegel Society PO Box 2783 Grand Central Station New York, NY 10163
Excelsior MC PO Box 31 New York, NY 10113
Falcons MC PO Box 23023 Kansas City, MO 64141
1230 East Mohawk Ave. Tampa, FL 33604
Faucon MC C.P. 833 Station A Montreal, P.Q. H3C 2V5 Canada
The 15 Association PO Box 421302 San Francisco, CA 94142
The Foot Fraternity PO Box 24102 Cleveland, OH 44124
GMSMA 132 East 24th St. New York, NY 10011
Gaucho MC 3219B W. Obispo St. Tampa, FL 33609
Griffins MC 214 N. Market Wilmington, DE
Hartford Colts MC Blue Hills Station PO Box 12201 Hartford, CT 06112
Hot Ash AWS PO Box 20147 London Terrace Station New York, NY 10011
Illustrated Men Box 7091 Burbank, CA 91510
Interchain Fraternity Box 410 132 West 24th St. New York, NY 10011
International Mr. Leather, Inc. 5025 N. Clark St. Chicago, IL 60640
International Ms Leather, Inc. PO Box 421915 San Francisco, CA 94142
Iron Cross MC, Montreal PO Box 1721, Station A Montreal, Quebec, H3C 3A5
It's 'Bout Time 616 N. 4th Ave. Tucson, AZ 85702
Knights D'Orleans PO Box 50812 New Orleans, LA 70150
Knights of Malta MC 737 N. Edinburgh Ave. Los Angeles, CA 90046
Knights of the Second Liberty 12226 Victory Blvd., #137 North Hollywood, CA 91606
Knights Templar PO Box 14073 San Francisco, CA 94142-2151 Wichita, KS 67201
The Leather Guild 219 Guerrero San Francisco, CA 94103
Send information or updates to Club Listings, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101. Notifications of incorrect addresses or defunct organizations, will be appreciated.
Leather and Lace (women's group) PO Box 54646 Los Angeles, CA 90054
Ledermeisters, Inc. 4655 Hollywood Blvd., #269 Los Angeles, CA 90027
LFPT (women's group) PO Box 21542 Washington, DC 20009
LL Steelworkers PO Box 40065 Nashville, TN 37204
Loboc MC PO Box 833 Long Beach, CA 90801-0833
Long Island Spuds MC PO Box 26 Massapequa Park, NY 11762
LSM (women's group) PO Box 993 Murray Hill Station
M.A.F.I.A. PO Box 2230 Chicago, IL 60690-2230
Men of Dungeons (MOD) PO Box 780242 Dallas, TX 75378
Men of Leather 1268 Madison Ave. Memphis, TN 38104
National Leather Association PO Box 17463 Seattle, WA 98107
New World Rubber Men c / o Bill Bailey 1044 23rd St. San Diego, CA 92102
New York Bondage Club PO Box 204 New York, NY 10028
New York Wrestling Club 59 West 10th St. New York, NY 10011
Oedipus MC PO Box 451 Hollywood, CA 90028
Omaha Meatpackers PO Box 6474 Elmwood Station Omaha, NE 68104
The Original Leathermasters Club of Los Angeles PO Box 93643 Los Angeles, CA 90093
Outcasts (women's group) PO Box 31266
San Francisco, CA 94131-0266
Pacific Coast MC PO Box 954 Los Angeles, CA 90028
Pegasus, MC PO Box 3957
Pennsmen PO Box 401 Harrisburg, PA 17108
Philadelphians MC PO Box 20720 Philadelphia, PA 19138
Pittsburgh MC c / o Gus Coleola 5133 Saltsburg Rd. Verona, PA 15147
Pocono Warriors PO Box 381 Scranton, PA 18501
Power Circle (women's group) PO Box 3284 Santa Cruz, CA 95063
Praetorians PO Box 23 New York, NY 10014
Queen City Quordinators PO Box 221841 Charlotte, NC 28222
Regiment of the Black and Tans PO Box 875616 Los Angeles, CA 90087-0716
Renaissance Men PO-Box 1001 Trolley Station Detroit, MI 48231
Rocky Mountaineers MC PO Box 2629 Denver, CO 80201
Saddleback MC PO Box 561 Los Angeles, CA 90028
Sam Browne Society PO Box 8293 Phoenix, AZ 85066-8293
San Andreas MC PO Box 3945 Orange, CA 92665
Sandmutopia University PO Box 11314 San Francisco, CA 94101
San Francisco Bondage Club 1800 Market St. #107 San Francisco, CA 94102
The Sam Browne Society PO Box 8293
Phoenix, AZ 85066-8293 Satyricons, MC PO Box 19058
Las Vegas, NV 89132 Satyrs MC
Los Angeles, CA 90078 Seattle Dungeon Guild 918 E. Pike St.
Shelix (women's group) PO Box 416 Florence Station Northampton, MA 01060
SigMa PO Box 30651
Bethesda, MD 20814-0651 Society of Janus Southern Calif. Chapter
2554 Lincoln Blvd., Suite 381 Marina del Rey, CA 90291
USA / CANADA CLUB LISTINGS
Society of Janus PO Box 6794 San Francisco, CA 94101
Somandros (women's group) PO Box 291338 Los Angeles, CA 90029
Sons of Apollo PO Box 7281 Phoenix, AZ 85011
SOW (women's group) PO Box 236, Strawberry Hill 2012 N.S.W. Austrialia
Spartan Motorcycle Club 458 L'Enfant Plaza PO Box 23832 Washington, DC 20026
SPASM (women's group) PO Box 77270 Houston, TX 77270
Spearhead 113 Scadding Ave. Toronto, Ont. H5A 4H8
T-Bolts MC c / o Jacques Carle Urania (women's group) 49 Bartlett Ave. Norwalk, CT 06850
The Tradesmen PO Box 36712 Charlotte, NC 28204
Tribe MC Box 32798 Detroit, MI 48232
Twin Cities S / M Alliance (TCSMA) PO Box 825 Minneapolis, MN 55440
PO Box 23 Somerville, MA 92131-0266
Vancouver Activists in SM Box 2204 New Westminster, BC V3L 5A5 Canada
Vanguards MC PO Box 2308 Philadelphia, PA 19103
Warriors MC PO Box 2484 Los Angeles, CA 90028
Wasatch Leathermen MC PO Box 11314 Salt Lake City, UT 84110-1311
We Enjoy Shaving (WES) PO Box 6313 Reno, NV 89513
Wheels MC PO Box 615 New York, NY 10001
Windy City Bondage Club PO Box 578606 Chicago, IL 60657
Zodiacs, MC PO Box 48144 Vancouver, BC V7X 1N8 Canada
EUROPEAN CLUB LISTING
A.S.M.F. Paris B.P. 463-03 F-75122 Paris Cedex 03 France
Bart, Inc. Cheruskerring 47 D-4400 Hunster Federal Republic of Germany
Black Angels Koln c / o Ferdi Wetzels Postfach 1503 D-5100 Aachen West Germany
BM SM Gavs BM SM 6 London WC1N 3XX
BM TLB GB-London WC1N 3XX Great Britain
Dutch Tattoo Foundation Lankgestraat 3 10115 AK Amsterdam, The Netherlands European Confedertion of Motorcycle Clubs (ECMC) Loge 70 (Schweiz) PO Box 725 CH-8025 Zurich Switerland
FLC Frankfurt c / o Wolfgang Bergner Zimmerweg 1 D-6000 Frankfurt 1 West Germany
Freundeskreis Hessen-Kurpfalz c / o Postfach 3041 D-6140 Bensheim 3 West Germany
F.S.M.C. Marseille c / o Jean-Pierre Fouque 37, Rue Mazargan F-13001 Marseille France
Gruppe Leder, S / M (GLSM) Eichholz 56 PO Box 323448 D-2000 Hamburg 13 West Germany
Komrades 1917 Kagabia Prospekt Siberia, Soviet Union
Leathermen Dusseldorf c / o Jonny Jasper Postfach 32 06 12 D-4000 Dusseldorf West Germany
LFR Rhein-Ruhr c / o Bar GO-IN Steelerstr. 83 D-4300 Essen, W. Germany
MC Milano c / o Aldo F. Prandina Via Castelmorrone 1 / A I-20129 Milano, Italy
MCF Leather, MC PO Box 536 I-50100 Firenze, Italy
MFSK Postfach 10 07 52 D-5000 Cologne West Germany
MLC e.V. Pastfach 330 163 D-8000 Munchen 33 West Germany
MS Amsterdam Postbus 3540 NL-1001 AH Amsterdam The Netherlands
MS Rotterdam Postbus 22184 NL-3003 DD Rotterdam The Netherlands
M.S.C. (SW) The Secretary c / o 57 Park Road St. Marychurch GB-Torquay TQ1 4QS Great Britain MSC-Barcelona A.P. Postal 9063 E-08080 Barcelona, Spain
MSC-Belgium c / o Louis de Brauwer Rue du Lombard 15 B-1000 Bruxelles, Belgium
MSC-Berlin e.V. Postfach 30 39 69 D-1000 Berlin 30 West Germany
MSC-East Mercia c / o Leicester Place 24., Dryden Street GB-Leicester, Great Britain
MSC-Finland PL48, SF-00531 Helsinki Finland
MSC-Finland II Hameenpuisto 41 A 47 Tampere, Finland
MSC-Hallamshire PO Box 215 GB-Sheffield S1 1GD Great Britain
MSC-Hamburg e.V. Postfach 7683 D-2000 Hamburg 20 West Germany
MSC-Hannover e.V. Postfach 4149 D-3000 Hannover 1 West Germany
MSC-Iceland PO Box 5521 125 Reykjavík, Iceland
MSC-London B.M. Box 8370 GB-London WC1N 3XX Great Britain
MSC-Midland Link 36 Heathmere Ave. Yardley GB-Birmingham B25 8RQ Great Britain
MSC-MSC c / o Frank Charles 25 Kensington Road Chorlton GB-Manchester M21 1GH Great Britain
MSC-North East c / o 16 Hindley Gardens GB-Newcastle-upon-Tyne NE4 9LH, Great Britain
MSC-Pennine Chain c / o Stuart Teale 14 St. John's Grove Eastmore Road GB-Wakefield WF1 3SA Great Britain
MSC-Rhein-Main Frankfurt c / o Helmut Kolbe Eulengasse 15 D-6000 Frankfurt / Main 60 West Germany
MSC-Scotland PO Box 28 H.P.O. GB-Edinburgh EH3 5JL Great Britain
MSC-Sudwest Postfach 6523 D-7800 Freiburg West Germany
MSC-Suisse Romande PO Box 3343 CH-1002 Lausanne Switzerland
MS Panther Koln e.V. Postfach 5163 D-4620 Castrop-Rauxel West Germany
NLC Franken Humboldtstr. 136 D-8500 Nurnberg West Germany
R.M.C. BCM / RMC GB-London WC1N 3XX Great Britain
The Rurals, MC Postbus 435 NL-6040 AK Roermond The Netherlands
Scandinavian Leather Men-Arhus A-Men's Club Postbox 370 DK-8100 Arhus C Denmark
Scandinavian Leather Men-Kobenhavn SLM-Kobenhavn Schacksgade 9, kld. th DK-1365 Kobenhaven K Denmark
Scandinavian Leather Men-Norge Box 4287 Osb 4 Norway
Scandinavian Leather Men-Stockholm SLM-Stockholm Box 9239 102 73 Stockholm Sweden
SLC Stuttgart c / o Matthias Klaes Postfach 72 01 62 D-7000 Stuttgart 70 West Germany
SM Dykes (women's group) c / o BM SM Gays London WC1N 3XX England
S.N.C. B.M. Box snc GB-London WC1N 3XX Great Britain
Spreadeagle 23K Rowley Way Abbey Road GB-London NW8 050 Great Britain
Tom's Club Pihlajatie 26 Helsinki, Finland
THINK YOU'RE A HOT DRUMMERMAN? CAN'T FIND THE RIGHT STUD OR THAT PERFECT BOTTOM?
Each month we pick the hottest candid photos for Tough Customers. Send your black and white photos (color photos are acceptable but do not reproduce well) with your name and address printed on the back, state that you are of legal age, sign your name and we will assign you a confidential TC Box number. (Photos are not returnable.)
To answer a TC ad, put correspondence in an envelope, seal, apply postage and write (in pencil) the TC number on the back flap. Put this inside another envelope along with a quarter for handling, and mail to Tough Customers, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101-1314.
DESMODUS, INC.
PO BOX 11314, SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94101-1314
PHOTO BY JACK SITAR By POPULAR DENAND
By POPULAR DENAND
Too many hot men and too little space resulted in rather swell be giving you a little space resulted in rather so we'll be giving yourself in Drummer 106. 50 we'll be gasch's in Drumme
SANDMUTOPIA SUPPLY CO.
LOOK LIKE THE REAL THING! FEEL LIKE THE REAL THING!
And as an added bonus, each Family Jewel has a built-in suction cup at the base that really holds it in place on the refrigerator door, the shower wall or wherever you may find it useful. Hang the douche hose over it, or wrap whatever you like around it. When not being put to other uses it is a great piece of sculpture for the mantelpiece— or leave it peaking out from under a sofa pillow to surprise guests and stimulate conversation.
NEW:
By special request a new THIN SIZE
6" long and only 114" thick for those who think thinner!
SANDMUTOPIA SUPPLY CO., PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101-1314
TOTAL AMOUNT ENCLOSED ___ Make checks payable to DESMODUS, INC. (allow 3 weeks for processing of personal check orders) Credit card holders may order by phone: (415) 864-3456 (For orders outside the U.S. contact us for details.)
