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In these days of doubt and fear it is always a pleasure to find a book that gives positive, sound, research-based information on anal sexuality while dispelling the myths. It is commonly believed that people who regularly enjoy sensual or erotic anal-stimulation inevitably run a greater risk of developing medical problems. The belief is that one must choose-either anal pleasure or anal health. For many, the strength of this conviction has been intensified even further by the AIDS crisis.

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4 OFF THE TOP

Happy Anniversary to Us!

5 MALECALL

OF CABBAGES AND KINGS by Tim Barrus 8 "What's a Popeness?" asked Tweedledee.

14 ON YOUR KNEES by David Stuart

A very Irreverent, Romantic, Midsummer's Night ComedyVideo. Reviewed by Dr. Versicolor

17 ROUGH STUFF by Scott Tucker Straight "friends" and Gay Enemies.

THE TROUGH conclusion, by Adolf 18 Erotic torture, then four bloody balls drop into the Trough!

26 TOUGH SHIT

Prison Strapdown, Dentpeckers and Chlamydia.

ENDUP COVERBOY photos by Jim Weigler 27 Buns for days, but where's the beef?

IT ALL BEGINS WITH A "C" by Richard A. White 34 Condoms, Chains, Cuffs, Chaps, Chests, Cum … and Carlos!

40 THE TRAINING CENTER If you qualify, you could spend an all-expense-paid year in prison!

CONFINEMENT by Robin T. 44

Time begins to drag mercilessly. There is nothing to do but explore and contemplate your own body and mind

PHOTOGRAPHY PORTFOLIO by M&M Originals 46 Erotic art by Michael Mills.

LEATHER NOTEBOOK by Larry Townsend 62

DRUM by Bill Ward 63 The pet escapes.

67 DEAR SIR:

He could be looking for YOU!

LEATHER BULLETIN BOARD 94 San Francisco Leather Daddy's Boy.

96 TOUGH CUSTOMERS Illinois leads the pack in this month's hot crop .

98 IN PASSING Michel Rousse, A Closer Look, Part 2.

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Happy Anniversary To Us

Desmodus Inc. has just completed our first year at the helm of Drummer. We managed to get out 10 issues of Drummer, two of each of the "quarter-lies ," and two special publications , the Inferno XV runbook and the Zeus Inferno XV photo book.

In quantity, we have ample room for improvement in the year ahead, and improve we will. (Please note that subscriptions are for a specific number of issues, not for a time period. You will get all of the issues you paid for even if it takes us longer than intended to get them published.)

As to quality, only you can be the judge. The feedback we have been getting is quite positive , and greatly appreciated. You have seen several changes as we continue to evolve and you will be seeing several more over the coming months. Keep us posted on your likes and dislikes, wants and needs.

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New Magazines

There are several new titles that will be of interest to Drummer readers.

The Leather Journal is a news and information magazine aimed primarily at Leather/ S / M club members and other Leathermen. It is a quarterly with a cover price of $3 and an annual subscription rate of $9. It is being published by David Rhodes, a member of Soman-dros , in Los Angles.

The current issue, #2, is 32 pages and features Mike Murray , Mr. Drummer 1986, on the cover in a photo by Zeus. Their address is 7985 Santa Monica Blvd, #109-368, West Hollywood , CA 90046.

Journal of Sexual Liberty, is a six page monthly newsletter published by the Committee To Preserve Our Sexual and Civil Liberties, PO box 1592, San Francisco, CA 94101-1592. This group, which includes many active S / M and Leather people from the Bay area, monitors a wide variety of news media and their newsletter is a compendium of current events in legal matters pertaining to sex. Much of the information in Drummer's "Report" column often comes from their publications. If you want to keep abreast of legislative actions, arrests, prosecutions , raids, etc., relating to sexual kink, this is a must. The current issue is Volume 3 No 8 so they are not really new, but they may be new to you and are definitely worthy of support. Subscriptions are $5 for six months, $10 for 1 year.

BOUND & GAGGED

Bound and Gagged is a new "true experiences" type magazine for men turned on by bondage. Modeled after Boyd McDonald's classic Straight to Hell each issue will have "coming out" stories and other narrative experiences about men in bondage.

This is being published by Bob Wingate, founder and president of the New York Bondage Club, who has been collecting material for years. The first issue is due in November. For a six issue subscription send $21 ($35 outside North America) to Outbound Press, Suite 729, 236-A West 19th St., New York, NY 10011. This magazine will not be available on news stands.

The Sandmutopia Guardian and Dungeon Journal is a new publication from Desmodus Inc. It will be very similar to Dun-geonMaster , but will be targeted at Bi- and Heterosexual men and women. In fact the first few issues will feature mainly material from early DungeonMasters which has been reworked to incorporate considerations for female anat- omy, lesbian and heterosexual S / M-D / S relationships, and AIDS-aware safe sex practices. Carol Truscott, longtime columnist in the Society of Janus' Growing Pains and Editor of the Outcast's newsletter, will be Editor of the Guardian. The cover price will be $4.95 and a four issue subscription is $16 to Desmodus Inc., PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94101. The first issue will be distributed in February 1988. For a free 25 word ad in this first issue send in your copy by Dec. 1, 1987.

The Leather / S&M Triad

I have recently returned from Living in Leather II in Seattle. Last year's conference was excellent, this year's was even better. I'll expound upon it at length in the next issue. In a couple of days I leave for Chi-cago Hellfire Club's Inferno XVI. Two hundred nineteen of the world's S / M men will be assembling to totally immerse themselves in an S / M world for 66 hours. I am definitely looking forward to it.

Inferno, by its nature, must have closely limited attendance . But the third and largest of this fall's leather triad is definitely open to everyone. This is the S / M-Leather Conference On Saturday October 10 and the March and Rally on Sunday, October 11. For Love and For Life, We're Not Going Back is a message lesbians and gay men MUST send to the Heterosexual world. And it is also a message S / M-Leather men and women must send to our vanilla gay brothers and sisters as well! Demonstrate your love. Show your leathers to the world, BE THERE!

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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes-and ships-and sealing wax-of cabbages-and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot-and whether pigs have wings." -Lewis Carroll.

Living in festive San Francisco these days is very much like living somewhere through the irrepressible looking glass. For the longest time it's always been difficult to embrace the inherent madness; it's always been difficult to say that sometimes even the madness is okay. San Francisco in all its foggy enigma allows me to embrace that which is often less than sane. No time. No time. My god, I'm late! I'm late! "Tut, tut, child," said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral if only you can find it."

'Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. The March Hare unpoured the tea because it was the tea party and the tea party was ass-backwards which is why it's through the fucking if allegorical looking glass.

"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended somewhat snotty (you know the kind) tone: "So I can't take more." "You mean you can't take LESS," said the Hatter who was not the kind of hatter one would describe as sane: the Hatter was a bit odd in his ways. "It's very easy to take MORE than nothing."

Snotty children who do not know their place in the unscheme of things can be so rude. And their little dogs, too.

Charismatic teatime in charismatic San Francisco can accommodate just about anyone (the homeless, dogs, children, religious zealots, popes …). And anything including foggy madness which is why I love foggy leather San Francisco and even foggier leatherier San Franciscans who prefer their tea on the strong side. One dose of madness or two? We do not discriminate against that which might be bizarre to those of you who do appreciate a good party when you see one—talk about madness. He Popeness is coming to town this fall which is going to be bizarre-and mad—even for San Francisco. He Popeness could have stayed in Rome. Rome is nice in the fall. Italian men in leather look great in the fall.

But no.

They drink espresso in Rome, not tea. Her religious visit is expected to be a religious event as far as religious events go. Tammy Fae Bakker would be more amusing as religious events go but if we're lucky, maybe the pope will weep as she walks her merry way through an AIDS hopsice because, after all, tears worked for Tammy and if that media bitch can do it this other media bitch—what with the robes and the rings and I'd love a pair of those ruby slippers—ought to be able to out-do the Bakkers better. Where in South America Her Popeness represented freedom and liberation, such concepts take on an altogether definition once one has jumped gayly if irrepressibly through the looking glass. I will need new leather. This promises to be a MOST interesting papal extravaganza and no leather gueen should be missing tea with Her Popeness when the Pope makes her historical visit with all of the inevitable accompanying media blessfulness. Maybe she'll let me kiss her ring; my germs are clean germs. New leather, yes, I will need to look presentable at teatime when Her Popeness goes for the full tour.

'Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare said.

"I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least, -at least I mean what I say-that's the same thing, you know."

"Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. He was annoyed. The Hatter rolled his crazy eyes. "Why, you might just as well say "I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"

"I wonder if the Pope takes tea," Alice asked. She scratched her pretty head.

"Of course the Pope takes tea," the Hatter replied. "Why else would he be coming?"

Why else, indeed.

"Do I see a consensus at the table?" the March Hare asked. "How very gay." But then everyone knew or at least those who were privy knew knowing full well that the March Hare was stark raving mad everyone knew. No one knew.

"One lump of consensus or two, my dear?" the Hatter inquired. "Shall we picket Her Popeness or shall we to tea?"

"Picket," said Alice. But then she would.

"If everybody minded their own business," said the Duchess in a hoarse growl, "the world would go round a deal faster than it does."

"Picket," said Alice. "One lump or two?"

"Maybe if we pray," Dignity said. But then she would.

"The women's community is deeply involved," intoned the Queen. "We are in serious jeopardy every time Her Popeness takes a stand."

"She can't STAND at tea," the Hatter told the group. "She will have to sit. Curiouser and curiouser."

"Picket," said Alice. "I will need a new dress."

"Tut, tut," said the Duchess. "We are n-o-t a violent community."

"OFF WITH HER HEAD," said the Queen. But then she would. She onwed a Harley-Davidson and she was no fool. As queens go. "The general public can expect no violence from us," said the March Hare. "We are a gentle people and those who accuse us of violence are not a gentle people and they'll burn your house down and stab you at night in the streets. Until you are bloody dead. Old time religion. With the Pope coming we will make a political statement if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.'

'What's a popeness?" asked Tweedledee. But then she would.

"One condom or two?" inquired the Hatter. It was a common condom question.

"Two," said the Cheshire Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

"Tut, tut," said the Duchess. "At least I know how to curtsy." But then she would. She owned a Harley-Davidson-a HOG. And people who ride such monster bikes can do anything they like-curtsy , whatever-no one will laugh at them.

"CURTSY!" asked the Queen. "It's very easy to curtsy. A backwards sort of looking glass this is. Now, h-e-r-e, you see, it takes all the running you can do, just to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that. Everyone should know how to curtsy the world would be a better place. One nazi in your tea, my dear, or two?"

"It's very RUDE," Alice commented, "to have an abortion at tea." But then she would. She had had many abortions. In fact, she was known as the whore beyond the looking glass which was the sleaziest movie ever made.

She was not a nazi or so she claimed.

"So then," the Hatter explained most seriously, "we will serve her an unabortion which is a different branch of arithmetic entirely. Really, ALL of you are rather dull."

"We could ALL abort a little faster," said the SS to the snail. "There's a purpose close behind us and he treading on my tail. One quarantinie in your tea, my dear, or two?"

"Two," said Alice. And she plopped one cube of apathy into her bloody tea. "The Pope is coming soon; it looks like bloody rain to me."

"The Pope is an angel," said Dignity. "We should pray." But then she would. She was mightisome religious something considerable , Dignity. She tended to get somewhat carried away with it all - no church in town wanted her - she was dignified but somehow she suffered. You looked at her and you could see that, yes, this one was not over herself quite yet. At least she was dignified about it, Dignity. Sweet Jesus, she didn't have no fucking church to pray her prayers in but she prayed anyway it was what she did-Dignity.

In her spare time she was a dominatrix and she got off having safe sex with men who she tied to posts in her hidden rooms of sexual desecration where folks dropped lonesome smackdad from the soft erotic smell of no-doubt-about-it opium. She worked for the phone company.

"Bother," said the Duchess. "We'll serve Her Popeness crumpets and cakes."

"Picket," said Alice, But then . .

The Hatter sighed. "Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of newt and toe of frog. Wool of bat and tongue of dog."

"To picket or not to picket," said the March Hare. "That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the minds of knaves to pray to suffer the slings and arrow of outrageous kings. Or to take arms against a sea of trouble. And by opposing end them? The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell could hold. That is, the madman, the lover, all are frantic. One hospice visit in your tea, my dear, or two?'

'Two," said the Queen. "Two hospice visits for Her Popeness at tea. She embraces death so endlessly, But, ah! The living and the barely living that we may kiss her royal skirt … OFF WITH HER HEAD!" But then she was the Queen and she said that often.

"There will be no violence we signed a contract," the Hatter pointed out. "Violence is rude."

"Pray," said Dignity.

"HOWL!" said Tweedledee. But then she would. She was a tweedledee. "Howl, howl howl. O! You are men of stones; had I your tongues and eyes I'd use them so that heaven's vaults should bloody crack. Religion at tea? I should think, no. But get thee to a hospice, Miss Popeness. The living are but walking shadows — struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury and death

and abortion and genocide and apathy and mountains of dead-queers-and-jews and overpopulation and starvation and exploitation and inquisition and was and quarantine and hate and bitter loss of our brothers all in the name of God. Signifying nothing. Our brothers are gone. And how can that Popeness come here. Our brothers are gone. WE were the ones who held our brothers in our arms. WE are the ones.

'Where was this POPNESS — pray — when we were holding our brothers in our arms? Where were his arms then, I ask? I have to ask it. What about abortion and overpopulation. What about the quality of human life in this world? What about ovens, jews, queers, mountains of bodies, genocide, quarantine; where was the Pope then? This Popeness has much to answer for. We will be remembered because we are allowed to remeber. We remember. We remember and most of us weren't even there. But we are beginning to now see saints for who they really were. Where was this Popeness when my brother died whithered and broken and in pain where was this Popeness then? We were the ones who held our brothers to the bloody end. And we will go on holding them and holding them and holding more and more and bloody more of them as time passes and much too much time has passed for this to be allowed to still be happening. Our brothers, you see, died in our arms because, yes, intrinsically we are men oriented toward love. We know great depth and great love and great compassion and the full compliment of humanity given any man born into this world. We are anathema to the Vatican. We make them want to religiously vomit."

"Picket," said Alice. But then she would.

"Pray," said Dignity. "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" screamed the Queen. She was dressed in full leather but then she would.

"Tut, tut," said the Duchess. "We'll curtsy."

"But what does a Popeness TAKE in her tea," asked the Cheshire Cat. And he smiled. But then he would and he disappeared.

"Power and oppression," said the women's community.

"If there were any justice," noted Alice (a famous lesbianper-son whore if there ever was one), "in this male-dominated world HER POPENESS o-u-g-h-t to be named Her GAY-AND-LESBIAN POPENESS. If there were any sort of justice in the world which is not always a politically compassionate or just place to live in fact it's a whole fucking lot like the rest of the universe which is as big if not bigger than beyond the looking glass, thank you." Alice paused for literary breath.

"Bother …" said the Duchess. "One lump or two?"

"But what WILL we do?" asked the Hatter, "when Her Popeness comes to town for tea? No time. No time. I'm late. I'm late."

"The time has come," spoke the March Hare most solemnly, "to talk of many thing. Of shoes — and ships — and sealing was — of cabbages - and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot. And whether pigs have wings …"

"Tut, tut," said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral if only you can find it. One lump or two?"

Some institutions just seem to scream out to be satirized. With the papal visit still fresh, which could be more abundant in material than the Catholic Church? So from Hand's On Productions comes a naughty spoof of religious life with enough areas of special interest struck to be deliciously offensive to almost everyone!

On Your Knees brings you fifty minutes of well filmed, well edited, sometimes witty, more often purely silly, fun. It is very aptly described by its producers as a "Very Irreverent, Romantic, Mid-Summer's Night Comedy." On Your Knees exposes ecclesiastic life for just what we've always suspected it of being costumes and sexuality, either suppressed or perverted.

Basically three inter-related vignettes are utilized as the plot structure. We find the Pope enamored with the drag of office as well as his favorite, an obviously Third World Cardinal. Background television for these scenes reveals an increasingly crazed and crass Protestant Evangelist. The Pope and Cardinal have a dance-seduction which, in its very strange way, vies with "Shall We Dance?" from The King and I or some of Fred and Ginger's energetic encounters.

The nun, who looks somehow like a Manhattan clone in very understated drag, provides us with entire horizons of new insight into uniforms and S / M in her dealings with her just arrived, order-by-phone hustler. Mike Mac Larnan as the uniformed man-for-hire, with his boyish face and Marine's body, is a sure hit. He is a comedy natural, who, without much in the way of lines or repartee, employs his handsome face for superb mugging and totally disarming looks of bewilderment. And a young and very hunky brother (Kevin Glover) discovers the joys of non-religious ecstasy and romance in his encounter with a highly unusual fairie (Samm Gray) in the cloistered garden.

This video is remarkable in that although non-explicit sexuality is depicted, it is presented with that all too rare garnish of humor. We all need to look at ourselves occasionally and laugh, and here we are granted a charming vehicle with which to do it. Although not all the actors are hunks, they are all creditable and real rather than the so typical pretty face having problems reading his prompter cards, and their variety will probably present something to please everyone.

Writer / Director, David Stuart, is to be congratulated. Unlike most videos which can become predictable and boring with re-viewing, this one offers enough wit that with being seen again, as with special friends perhaps, or after a trying day with friends or relatives who actually take religion seriously, we can continue to say, "We are amused!"□ Dr. Versicolor

On Your Knees $59.00 (+ $2.50 S&H) from: Hands On Productions, 633 Post St, #500, San Francisco, CA 94109, (415) 771-2055.

ROUGHSTUD by SCOTT TUCKER

Friends and Enemies

I write this looking forward to the National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights, and to the Leather and S / M conference and contingent during the same week. The civil disobedience action planned to take place at the Supreme Court will certainly mark another milestone in our movement. Nothing gladdens my own heart more than this resurgent spirit of activism, but now is also the time to reflect on our friends and enemies. Specifically, our straight political friends, and and political enemies who are sometimes gay.

John Molinari is on the San Francisco City Board of Supervisors and many gay people count him among our strongest straight political friends. In San Francisco, of course, savvy pol-iticans at least avoid crusades against gays. But Molinari has gone much further in the past: he has made political alliances with gay politicians and voters and is known to mix at public gay events. Unlike Mayor Di-anne Feinstein of San Francisco , Molinari shows no trace of being uptight around drag queens and leatherfolk. He is smooth and amiable, as I can testify from personal experience .

Molinari has made a habit of presenting each year's International Mr. Leather titleholder with an official commendation from the Board of Supervisors. This is a paper with his signature and a gold seal and ribbon, and a symbol and gesture of his good will toward gay people. Especially in this case, good will toward gay voters. Molinari is quite right in thinking that leatherfolk exert a social and political influence which is more extensive than our actual numbers. Both in San Francisco and across the nation, leather men and women are notable activists, writers, artists, business people and labor unionists . Not all of us are out of the leather closet (or even openly gay), but we're alive and kicking all the same.

Naturally I was pleased to receive this commendation directly from Molinari when I visited San Francisco during the year I held the IML title. Personally pleased, of course, but also politically gratified that San Franciscans have such political clout. In Philadelphia, where I live, it is inconceivable that Mayor Goode would have presented such a token in a leather bar. In many ways, San Francisco is the gay political capital of the country, though West Hollywood also deserves honorable mention. And San Francisco is certainly the unchallenged Mecca of Gay Leatherdom. Consequently, events in San Francisco have strong reverberations and consequences for gay people na- tionwide.

When the San Francisco Board of Supervisors met on August 3rd to discuss home-porting the Navy battleship Missouri, Molinari made a surprisingly fast and cheap political move. Knowing that trouble was brewing, Molinari sought to offer gay voters some kind of assurance that he recognized their concerns. He introduced an amendment "protecting" gay rights in the proposed city contract with the Navy. But the only openly gay supervisor on the Board, Harry Britt, rose to challenge the very man he has been supporting as a candidate for Mayor - John Molinari. With anger in his voice, Britt said "There is one sentence in this amendment which means we have to vote against it, and that is the statement that the Navy doesn't discriminate against lesbians and gay men. That is a lie! Harvey Milk would not have allowed that lie to pass, and

neither will I."

Britt was ultimately outvoted, and Mayor Feinstein did everything short of breaking arms and legs to make sure the Board of Supervisors gave the Navy the red carpet. But such a "defeat" is also a victory for democratic principles. Britt showed real spine and spirit, regardless of the outcome, and helped to put fight into many gay hearts across the country. Such opposition - coming from one of Molinari's own supporters - is an excellent way of telling our straight political friends that our votes don't come cheap. Politicans have often taken our votes and then dumped us as expendable nuisances once in office.

I returned the commendation to Molinari as soon as I got news of his maneuvers - an action I realize which is no more and no less symbolic than the very commendation Moli-nari presented to me last year. But symbols also have their weight in the democratic balance . And here's the proof: Molinari's official liaison to the gay community immediately got on the phone and called at least one influential leatherguy to let him know that I'd had the nerve to return the commendation . Little things mean a lot — obviously. And through the grapevine I hear that a few leatherguys feel I should mind my own business here in Phil-adelphia . I've got news for them: I make gay and civil rights anywhere in this country my business, whether the issue is Anita Bryant in Dade County, Reagan in Washington or Moli-nari in San Francisco. Gay politics is no cocktail party, and San Francisco is part of the main-land , not an island unto itself.

But let me contradict myself. Gay politics is sometimes a dizzying round of political fund-raising at cocktail parties, especially if we shift the scene from our straight political friends to our gay political enemies. Gay people have sometimes shown a tortured loyalty to the far right, including actively anti-gay politicans. Terry Dolan was a far right activist and fund-raiser , and spent his brief gay life in the closet before dying of AIDS. His brother, Anthony Dolan, is the President's chief speechwriter, and he tried sav- ing his dead brother's reputation by buying two full pages in the Washington Times, owned by the cult leader, Reverend Sun Myung Moon. In the May 22 issue, Anthony Dolan insisted that his brother renounced homosexuality on his death-bed, and died in the good grace of the Catholic Church.

Carl "Spitz" Channell was one of Terry Dolan's political proteges, and has now pleaded guilty in court to various shady scams. Channell was one of Oliver North's favorite fund-raisers , aiding the Nicaraguan contras-and himself. In his eagerness to carve himself a niche among reactionaries, Channell even went so far as to contribute thousands of dollars to Bert Hurlbut, a Texas businessman who runs what he calls "an organization to oppose the homosexual expansion ." Hurlbut was publicly distressed that he had accepted such tainted money once Chan-nell was forced from his closet. We must all face this ugly fact: there are gay people who will bury other gay people, and take a political stand on unhallowed ground.

A certain leather titleholder dropped Channell's name at a leather contest we were both judging, letting me know he had attended Channell's parties over the years. Tentatively, I asked him whether he knew that his "good friend" Channell was a financial supporter of an anti-gay extremist. He denied that this was possible, and asked for proof. So I sent him several press reports, and also noted an interview with Burt Hurlbut on National Public Radio . His reaction was to turn against the messenger of bad news.

Is it worth climbing a social ladder built on the backs of the people below? Dolan and Chan-nell certainly thought so, and bought expensive closets at the top. As we march on Washington , we cannot afford political ignorance. It is worth remembering once again that our straight political friends can't always be trusted, and that some of our worst enemies are in the closet, gaining wealth and power by sniping at the queer outsider they hate and fear within themselves.

The Golden Age of FOLSO

The Folsom has been the leader for the leather lifestyle since anybody can remember. Much of what is taken for granted in the leather community originated along San Francisco's "Miracle Mile" and its environs in the South of Market area.

Who can forget the great bars and baths and palaces of sleaze that abounded in the sixties, through the seventies and much of the eighties? Most of our fondest and most erotic memories include conquests and encounters from Ringgold Alley and Harrison to Turk Street (which was North of Market), all simply called "Folsom."

The Real Leathermen actually lived there, and the rest of the leather world beat a path to that area when the sun went down. There was the Toolbox and Fe-Be's, the No-Name, Ramrod, Black & Blue, Boot Camp, Slot, Catacombs, Compound, Leatherneck , Barracks, Handball Express, Hothouse, Arena, Red Star Saloon, Ambush, Hungry Hole, Trench, Chaps, Trading Post, Fey-Way, the old Watering Hole, Canary Island, 527 Club, Folsom Prison and some others that will need researching. All gone but long remembered.

We are assembling a rare collection for publishing of fiction and fact, photography and art, true experiences and wishful thinking that created the aura which changed and enriched so much of our lives.

This is a call to writers, artists and photographers who have had a part of Folsom's colorful history. You don't necessarily have to be a pro, we have lots of those. What we need are your experiences and remembrances of the excitement that was that pre-AIDS period on Folsom.

We need photos, old posters, drawings, personal experiences, fiction and articles that we can borrow to include in this very important collector's item. Here is your chance to put your mark on Folsom's published history.

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by Adolf

Still naked, Jim hauled his seabag out of the landing craft and onto the beach and counted as all captives were delivered to this tropical paradise. And also the paradise of lost manhood castration!

"Terrific," Jim thought. "Ten thousand miles from nowhere and here is where I'm going to leave my nuts, my sex life, my manhood, shit, everything important to me." The young buck turned away from the new island compound and looked homeward. Thousands of miles across the sea-hundreds of miles to the next colony of civilized men who would and could put a stop to this barbaric action planned for each man held in this compound.

But yet, the thoughts of his impending castration always caused a solid and steady swelling of his rod.

"WHY? JEEEESSSSSUUSSS, WHY?" Jim screamed out to the empty ocean.

Did he really not want to be the tall, straight, swift, handsome male with a body that was sheer perfection, perfection in every way? The full, heavy chest that spoke silently of having hot, heavy lung action to support the pendulous weight of male meat swinging to and fro between the strong, powerful legs and thick, furry thighs.

The sun turned the beach into a golden hue of twilight and soft dusk. The guards had not come out to meet the landing boats. Why should they—who could possibly escape? Jungle on one side, a huge, beautiful waterfall and lake on the other and the remainder was a zillion miles of ocean.

Jim turned back toward the beautiful sunset sea and began to massage his meat, thinking of the Captain and Commanding Officer of the last compound. Stronger and stronger, the rhythm picked up on his passion and thoughts of the lean, young men advanced his lust.

He raised his head back and opened his mouth in one long, masculine howl as he shot his load the several feet into the tranquil bay by his feet.

Suddenly, bunches of beautiful, colorful tropical fishes leaped from the water and, in mid-air, caught and swallowed the icicle-like streams of drops of Jim's loins, gulping them down, knowing that the delicious nectar had shot from the loins of a male, a human man, a real human male! Off they swam, invigorated by the virile shot of protein delivered unto them by this mountain of maleness standing beside their domain.

Jim was amazed at the sudden, but brief, action at his feet. "Aw" right," he smiled to himself, and the thought flashed through his mind if this was the first time these gorgeous aquarians swam off seeking other males.

The tension between his legs relieved, Jim sank back onto his heels into the warm sand and shook his head slowly.

"I've gotta' get out of here," he promised himself.

He heard a slight noise and noticed the guards had arrived to usher the prisoners into the compound. No hurry—no one could go anywhere!

One by one, men were admitted into the compound-name, rank and serial number-all of which was a lie. Then shelters were assigned. Nothing more than a roof supported by four poles more-or- less was the standard shelter in this sheltered climate. Bamboo curtains were dropped should a sudden wind and rain storm threaten. Usually prisoners and guards alike stood out in the warm downpour, soaping down and having a good shower. Scrubbing each other, and paying particular attention to the area between the legs. The feeling of having a hard cock in your mouth during a heavy downpour, with lightning bolts creating earth-shaking volumes of thunder was something everyone should experience.

Being dismissed by the guards, Jim gathered up his gear and began the search for his shelter. One of the first things Jim noticed as a large, thatched roof structure positioned almost in the middle of the compound. With no walls, the structure could accommodate the entire population of the compound, including the guards.

Jim was soon to learn this was the HUT, and contained the dreaded TROUGH!

Jim was directed to a small but comfortable and completely open shelter that he was to share with another prisoner, who was absent. Jim moved his few belongings inside, wondering what his room mate looked like and what he liked in the way of sex. "Hope he's hot, hung and heavy," thought Jim, arranging his shaving gear along the shelf. He was right.

"COUNT," cried some presumptuous, screeching voice of authority.

Jim stumbled out to the compound from which the high-pitched , effeminate voice had howled.

"Oh shit," thought the captive. His mind raced through thoughts of what this faggot was really about and the problems he could present to the good-looking young men of the compound. "And the asshole probably has the authority of life or death over all our nuts," Jim thought.

And he was right.

As the men fell in for the count, the vocalizer swished down through the ranks of heavy, hung young men, eyeing each one from the knee to the groin and no other place.

"Oh shit," thought Jim, "I could look like Frankenstein and this guy would suck my cock off, to say nothing about what he might do to my balls."

Jim was right, again.

The Sergeant of the Guard continued through the ranks of

prisoners, occasionally touching one, then the other on the shoulder with his riding crop.

Jim was touched.

"DISSSSMMMMISSED," came the cry from somewhere.

The prisoners dissolved into groups and walked away from the dreaded structure of the HUT.

'Well, laddie," spoke one of the more handsome, young men of the compound, "I see you've got your day in the barrel, so to speak. What's your name, matie?"

Jim looked at the virile, young giant blocking his path and his breath caught short in his chest-the body of this man was perfection. Arms folded across an expansive chest covered with a fine fur of light hair, it was obvious the man was not going to let Jim pass until questions asked had been answered. The eyes that were drinking in the dark blond bordered on visual rape—Jim felt a sudden ravishing of his body as though the man had laid him down and sexually consumed his body until nothing was left of

"J, Ji, Jim," he stammered, amazed at his inaptness. "Jimmie," he echoed, using a name from years ago; the name of a child.

"Aye, Jimmie, me boy," the giant's voice echoed across the compound, leaving no doubt as to who owned this newly arrived piece of male flesh.

'W, Wh, What's yours?" Jim managed to stammer.

"Aye, matie, Mike's me name, laddie, Big Mike and I hears we'll be sharin' the same digs," the young stud said, a twinkle lighting his eves

Jim, finally overcoming his passion for this great piece, found his voice and said, "Great, Mike, let's take a rest and talk about this place, especially the Sergeant."

'Right you are, lad," Mike replied, turning toward the shack they were to share, "but we won't be talking much at first," he said, as he moved in on Jim and ran his hand down over Jim's mounds. The two men moved off, arm in arm, like they had known each other for a lifetime.

At that moment, they were, indeed, friends for life, for lives of young soldiers could be very short—very short indeed. And here, in this place, the life of a male could either be very short, or extremely painful and torturous and then short!

But they did not dwell on this and love is blind, even to danger; so the two young, virile hunks walked off into the sunset, thinking only of each other and the hot trip that awaited them.

Guiding their way toward the shack, Mike stopped from time to time and introduced Jim to several handsome hunks and virtually offered Jim's body to them! Jim was shocked and surprised at the liberties Mike was taking with his body. "Not to worry, mate," Mike mused, "you'll need them young hunks sooner than you'd expect."

Before Jim had a chance to request an explanation of the strange remark, they arrived at their shack and Mike ushered Jim in with such a flourish that he could not suppress a chuckle rising from his chest.

Since both men were nude, in accordance with the dress code of the compound, it was useless to play games. Both me were semihard, the long, white tubes of flesh extending into that gorgeous flaccid state of arousal that demanded attention—any attention. A touch, a mouth, a warm recess, perhaps just a long, sincere loving, longing stare or a warm body to press the hard, hot meat against.

Mike moved in on Jim immediately. His stout Irish body, covered with a fine, thick blue-black coat of fur, pressed the young blond giant. So hot were their embraces and caresses that other prisoners passing by stopped to observe the scene and grope themselves with envy.

Mike locked his mouth over Jim's again and again, as with the young officer, the two males began exchanging huge lungs full of air, not permitting any breath through the nose. Jim felt himself getting light headed and demanding more and more and taking deeper and deeper sucks of the exchanged air. He felt his sex gear being handled, squeezed, massaged and twisted back and forth with a passionate force.

Slipping his hand between Mike's legs, he ran his fingers up between the solid mounds and found the secluded spot deep between the hot buns. Swiftly he inserted his finger deep into the recess, feeling the clenching muscles close around his finger; then he added another to better capture the tender, passionate gland between his fingers, and to apply adequate pressure to cause his hot partner to gasp in anticipation of what was to come. He felt the gland swell and become hot between his fingers and the heat radiated out through the hot piece pressed against his body. Slowly he moved his fingers around and began a slow and steady massage and squeezing action that caused Mike to groan with each exhale of air into Jim's lungs. Soft moans flowed back and forth between the two men as the exchanged air coursed through their lungs.

"Aye, mate," Mike murmured as he released Jim's mouth and dropped his head to Jim's chest, then took the hard, pink nip jutting from his chest between his white enamels. He clamped down on first the right nip and then moved slowly, dragging his tongue and teeth across the massive chest to the left nip.

"NO, please, easy," Jim gasped. His left nip had always been super sensitive to stimulation and that is exactly what Mike was doing. "Please, easy, the other one, just for a moment," giving Mike the clue he needed to provide the proper treatment for this enormous blond hunk.

Mike moved his head toward the floor, with Jim's nip firmly clenched between his teeth; Jim followed the unspoken instruction to the letter.

Laying the blond on his back, Mike slowly enclosed and mounted him as they reached the floor. Pelvis thrusting back and forth slowly, Mike reached down and brought the two dicks up between the hard bellies. Jim sought the crotch of the man clenched to his chest and, finding the massive balls, he quickly wrapped his hand around all he could and began to squeeze and twist the hot orbs, using a downward pressure.

Success! The man fell apart—released his nip and melted onto Jim's prostrate body.

"YES, PLEASE, EASY MAN. Don't stop, just a little easy, oh yeah, do it," Mike begged.

Jim increased the pressure and heard a huge suck of air from the man. But he had not yet lost the fight.

With determination based on survival, he clenched onto Jim's left nip and, sucking the entire round, brown ring and extruded tit into his mouth, he applied a suction and bite that caused Jim to flail about in pleasure and also caused him to release his grip on the crotch meat.

Throwing his arms high above his head, Jim surrendered himself and lapsed into total relaxation and submission as he felt the sensation of Mike's mouth moving down his body to his manhood.

Mike moved slowly down the delicious body, his tongue licking and savoring each delicious inch of the incredible body beneath him.

As he reached the thick bush covering the shaft, he buried his face and sucked and pulled the skin and hair topping the hard shaft which jutted out from between the hard thighs.

Using his teeth and gums and lips, he clamped down on the shaft and moved his head toward the swollen bulb at the end. He clamped and released, then clamped again, repeating the bites until Jim was screaming with pleasure and desire.

Slipping the head of Jim's cock into his mouth, the man sucked the cock to the base, massaging the shaft with his tongue to relieve the hurt of the bites.

It was getting pretty hot between Jim's legs, and he was losing control of his body writhing in anticipation of what was to come. He could not cum yet—not yet—it would destroy the ecstasy of the moment. Plus, Mike would beat the shit out of him, starting with his balls!

Moving around to the ol' familiar position, Jim thrust his muscled thigh forward to be used as a pillow for the Irish head that locked onto his cock. Mike followed suit.

Jim pulled the massive display of flesh away from his face and

looked at the savory man-meat. It was incredible. This male was "damned near perfection," thought Jim as he moved onto the swollen shaft.

The two males drilled their cocks into the warmth of each other's mouth full length. Neither choked or gagged as the thick, hot flesh slid down the hot, slick and tight mouths and throats. Cocks and throats pulsed in sync with the desire of male-driven meat.

Jim felt the muscles between his legs pulse; first in open relaxation, allowing the hard, developed muscles coursing down his legs to fill with steaming hot blood from the action of his cock. Then his reflexes closed and contracted the muscles, trapping the hot fluid until his legs were rigid with desire and pressure; pressure that slowly worked its way up between his legs, spilled over into his nuts and finally shoved its way into his cock. Then the muscles took command again and pulsed open, wide open, as his cum gathered in the back of his balls, waiting for the moment when his desire could no longer be controlled. He felt the inside of his crotch, the tender area between his legs and ass hole, expand and extend as it gathered the hot male liquid, waiting for the message from his cock to explode its precious load of man-juice.

Then the moment when desire could no longer be controlled, when the cum load between his legs stretched the muscles and tubes beyond endurance and the pressurized glands buried deep within his body finally surrendered all control-his body clenched itself into one seemingly coiled, muscular spring, forcing his entire length to focus between his legs as the load of hot, male fluid churning inside him gushed forth through the hot, rigid tube of flesh buried in the warmth of his Irish partner.

Mike received the load with a murmured groan of approval and need, and pushed his face and mouth deep against the solid, gushing shaft. His turn was only seconds away.

With one last, final thrust, Jim drove his meat deep and hard into Mike's recess, hoping, praying and fearful that Mike would simply clench his teeth together and sever his shaft from his body, balls and all.

Mike had other plans in mind. Receiving the rush of cum from his buddy and new prize, he grasped the mounds and hugged the heavy meat deep into his throat. His own meat was growling for release into Jim's mouth.

One, two, three; each thrust Mike made was slow, deep and deliberate. As the pressure between his legs became unbearable and he increased his tempo—trying to hold off, but finally giving in to the desire crashing back and forth between his mind and his cock.

The cock won. Slipping his piece out to the very limits of Jim's lips and tongue, he plunged the solid shaft entirely into the heat and love of Jim's mouth—and the cum shot forth from him like a fountain of youth. Again and again he shot his load as he felt the pulsing, throbbing contractions of his body spewing loads of cum into his lover and feeling the total release pulsing through his body and mind.

The two men lay completely still. No movement against the cocks still held deeply in slowly-contracting throats. No tongue moved against the softening, velvet flesh held within the fulfilled mouths. Total relaxation; totally spent love-though flooding the young bodies. Total feeling for now, for today. Just today.

The two men melted into sleep wrapped against each other-each hoping to protect the other from whatever might come tomorrow.

For tomorrow would be terrible.

"COUNT," the voice lanced through the two lovers like a sword. The sun was barely peeking over the jungle when the two males blinked awake, still holding the flaccid tubes of each other's flesh in their mouths, both growing with piss and passion.

'No," Jim hissed to his lover who was beginning to work on the flesh he still held, "the count, come on," and with that Jim extracted his peter from the warmth of Mike's sleepy mouth. There was an audible POP as he broke the suction Mike was

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exerting on the swelling flesh. The both men scrambled to their feet and dashed for the morning ritual. Churning their way through the sand, the two men reached the assembly area just before the final whistle.

Two men did not!

The guards gathered together, arm in arm, and prevented the two prisoners from entering the count area. A glance at the hunks verified why they had been late: still semihard, the two males, eyes wild with terror, implored the guards to let them into the morning count. Promising anything, anything-sex, love, money—just submitting their bodies to gang-sex. But the guards, knowing the punishment awarded late arrivals, refused. They bound the two men together and led them off.

"EYES FRONT!" came the command, and Jim dragged his eyes away from the two doomed men as the count was completed.

"ASSEMBLE IN THE HUT!" came the command.

Jim had not visited this place and although afraid, he was interested. Slowly the prisoners shuffled toward the large, low rectangular building.

"Stick close by and keep your mouth shut," Mike muttered to Jim.

"Got it," Jim replied.

The two drifted into the HUT with the other prisoners. It was cooled by a thatched roof several feet thick, and the daily rain kept the temperature several degrees cooler than on the beach.

In the dimness, Jim could see a raised platform several steps high running down the middle of the HUT for almost its full length.

The two men late for the count had already been brought to the platform, bound back to back and spread eagled from floor to overhead beams. A low, broad railing outlined the platform, interrupted from time to time to allow passage to and from the platform. The ends of the platform were open.

The younger man, tall, heavy chested, with rippling muscles coursing down his stomach was literally quivering from fear. The darker, somewhat older male had his head back, offering encouraging words to his lover. His chest-a massive area covered with a dark silk fuzz—was heaving deep, heavy breaths in and out quickly. Only his eyes, which his lover could not see, betrayed his fear of what was to come.

Both men were gifted between the legs with heavy, ponderous balls and cocks swinging heavy with flesh, which even now was distended and engorged. They hung heavily and full down the brown thighs of each male.

Several guards approached the bound men, each carrying a roll of white cloth. As they mounted the platform, they laid the rolls on the wide railing and began unrolling the material, displaying a wide array of toys to be used on the prisoners. Jim could not believe his eyes, and he-along with several other new arrivals-made an audible gasp.

Mike poked him in the ribs and made a sign for silence, then motioned for Jim to come and sit between his legs so he could hold the newcomer and control him. Jim moved over and took his place on the ground as Mike spread his legs to make room for him. He nestled between the strong thighs and backed up against the torso of the Irish giant. Mike reached down and lifted his rod, fitting it into the small of Jim's back, where Jim could feel it grow in length and heat.

Jim watched as the guards selected a spool of thin, but strong piano wire and made two loops around the ball sacks of the two men, binding their balls together, their nuts stretched down into tight, shining bundles. One end of the wire was secured to the floor in front of the darker prisoner and the other end was fastened to the floor in front of his lover. Electrical clips were attached to the wire.

Jim understood immediately what was going to happen. If one man bucked or swung his pelvis, it would cause the other man intense pressure on his nut sack. And piano wire is thin and sharp!

As an example, the guard slapped the younger prisoner across his nuts and cock. As the man jerked back in pain, his buddy, bound to him both by body and ball, barked a painful cry.

"NO! STOP! Don't move, please don't move," he cried in agony.

He no sooner uttered the cry than he received a painful slap across his cock that would have felled a bull. He slumped against his bonds and pulled his younger buddy with him. Both men gasped from the pain of the slaps and the cutting of the wire.

"PLEASE, man, please," the young man cried, "My nuts, ease up, ease up." He tried to thrust his pelvis forward, but realized that he could very well bring the terrible pressure to himself and his buddy.

Slowly the young men found a position both could tolerate. But their comfort did not last long. Guards selected additional toys—this time they attached four inch ball stretchers to the nut sacks, fitting them around the piano wire. The sacks were distended beyond endurance.

Each man steeled himself against moving, but the agony was intense and each man slowly undulated his torso, giving and receiving the agonizing pressure between the legs.

The guards then wrapped wet cloths around the tortured nut sacks, the fabric having soaked in a powerful saline solution. After wrapping the nuts tightly and leaving a tail of cloth hanging down three or four inches, they attached electrical clips to the end of the tail.

A second cloth, rolled tightly, was wrapped around the very base of each cock, passing beneath the hard shaft and over and around the cock base. Another electrical contact was attached to this cloth binding both dicks at the base.

Jim was fully hard now and Mike had wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft, whispering words of caution and silence. Jim glanced around the HUT and saw men slowly moving into positions of comfortable sex postures. The cries of the prisoners on the platform were giving the observers a sense of urgency.

"Get it on and then get it out," was the message sweeping through the prisoners of the compound. "Tomorrow may be my turn," was the prevailing thought.

Thus, cocks disappeared into any available recess: hands, mouths, mounds; dry fucking was rampant. Daisy chains of ten, eighteen and twenty cocksucking men extended around the platform.

The blood in Jim's veins froze at the sudden screams from the two men on the platform.

The first jolt of electrical current had hit, plowing down into the base of their cocks and out through the imprisoned balls. And the current remained a steady, throbbing, ball-crushing presence and the guard slowly turned the crack of the AC generator.

Backs arched, pelvises thrust backward against each other, the two hunks writhed, afraid to thrash about for fear of delivering the cruel and final cut to his buddy. Lips curled back against tightly clenched white teeth, the men exhaled deep exhausting sounds of turmoil and pleasure and delicious pain as each issue of throbbing sensation coursed through their man-meat stretched out and away from their hard, muscular legs.

Then each guard selected a leather cat o' nine tails and—giving them an audible snap—they approached the two men.

The leather straps were long enough so that when they landed, they wrapped around both slim young men and delivered equal stinging blows to all flesh.

A sudden rumbling arrested Jim's attention and all prisoners became alert to the action taking place on the platform.

Guards were moving a heavy, wooden trough between the legs of the captives.

Wide enough to slip between the spread legs of the prisoners and several inches deep, the trough was long enough to accommodate many men.

"Careful," cautioned Mike into Jim's ear.

Jim watched as the guards positioned the trough between the legs. Then, standing back, the guards with the whips began their handiwork.

It was impossible! The guard turning the generator stepped up his pace until the sound of power flowing into the engorged meat

could actually be heard humming into the rigid shafts and out through the tortured balls. The men were screaming from the surge of power long before they felt the lash.

The blows delivered produced exactly the results the guards desired. The young men could not compromise the stinging lashes and began to writhe in sensual contortions, causing the

The blows became more frequent and the electrical jolts increased tenfold and became a continuous flow of current sufficient to cause the bound cocks to gush long streams of crystal fluid up and out through the spreading lips of the cocks, dripping and running down the hard, pulsing shafts in a futile attempt to stem the slow of electricity. The younger man was bellowing his lungs out, trying to remain stationary while his bound buddy was biting the blood from his lips to prevent excessive movement.

But it was no wash. The guards moved the lashing down and directly on to the swollen cocks and tortured balls of the men. It was more than they could endure.

Swift words were exchanged between the two victims, words of love and affection and of action, and each male accepted the final fate that would end their torture and also their manhood.

"ONE, TWO THREE!!!! GOOO!" they screamed out at each other. Jim watched in dreaded horror as the brave young hunks jabbed their hips and bodies out from each other at exactly the same instant. Jim actually felt the hard, cold steel wire cut through the tender flesh of the young males displayed before him. There was a dead silence among the prisoners, save for the gasping and groaning from the mutilated men on the platform.

The soft, subdued "plopft" into the trough sounded throughout the HUT and heralded the end of manhood for the two young prisoners.

Yells and shouts of bravery and admiration issued forth from the prisoners surrounding the two men.

Hardly hearing the cries of recognition, the two mutilated males slumped in their bonds and gazed down at their manhood resting inside the trough. Then, throwing their heads back in a barbaric animal yell, they shot the longest, hardiest, heaviest load ever in their lives. Again and again they shot, as the prisoners surged forward and surrounded them to take the exploding cocks deep into their mouths and pinched off the now-empty ball sacks. Again and again the young men emptied the last of their virile sperm into the warm caverns of the men who loved them.

Jim could stand it no longer. His long, hot shaft still contained in Mike's hand and massaged to the point of madness was desperate for release and, throwing himself back against Mike, he thrust him to the floor. Jim immediately mounted the shaft of the Irishman, plunging the cock deep between the recess of his mounds. Then, grabbing the strong hand beating his meat, he settled down to a steady rhythm as ass-dick and hand-dick massage that would result in a hard, powerful and wonderful masculine explosion called CUM!

Both men exploded together. Deep and hard spasms of contracting muscles propelled the hot fluids from their bodies. Mike shot deep into Jim's torso and Jim emptied his load into the air and onto his own and Mike's hands.

Another prisoner, watching the action between the two males, simply leaned over and took Jim's volcanic cock into his mouth, milking the final drops of man-juice from Jim; meanwhile, another prisoner sank between Jim's legs and gathered the hot, spent balls into his mouth and began munching and swallowing the distended nuts into a hot, moist, crushing vacuum.

Mike felt his partner stiffen and he realized what the action was with this hunk lying on top of him. Mike's cock began to grow again at the thoughts of the pending action. He refused to withdraw his cock from the deep, hot recess of Jim's body. Instead, he pivoted his hips up and deeper so his rod was literally stretched up into the guy.

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crazy. He felt the deep, throbbing pulse of Mike's meat deep inside his body, but then he felt the warm. moist desirable mouth surrounding his spent cock and a second mouth licking and swallowing his balls. Suddenly, there was a terrific suction which consumed his balls in one fell swoop! The man was an expert and brought Jim's precious balls to the limit, then swallowed them another few inches down into is throat, contracting the muscles against the flaccid orbs.

Jim's body went into emergency. With entrapped balls and consumed cock and with a huge, stiff, growing dick planted deep within his ass, Jim's body reacted with a roaring shudder from his head to his toes. Several prisoners watching the action between the four men gathered around, groping themselves and each other. One of the men stepped over Jim's body, astraddle of him, and brought his hard meat directly in front of Jim.

Jim could not take his eyes off the throbbing meat bouncing gently two inches from his mouth. Slowly he reached forward and drew the young meat toward him and slipped the shaft between his lips. The prisoner slid the hot flesh slowly and deeply into Jim. Eyes closed, Jim savored the smooth shaft until he felt the bush of the man against his lips and knew he had reached the base of the throbbing flesh.

Gently, the man pressed, then withdrew just a slight bit, then pressed again before he began a slow withdrawal then picked up on his familiar rhythm, sliding in and out of Jim's mouth, his head thrown back, lips tight against his teeth and eyes squeezed shut, savoring not only his own sensations, but Jim's oral sensations as well. Jim palmed the heavy nuts and drew cooperation from the young man's cock slipping in and out of his mouth.

And Jim's body sensations were incredible. Every nerve fiber in his body was sending crashing, piercing waves of hard pleasure thundering through his impaled body. His cock, swelling to full hardness inside the hot hunk, was still so sensitive that the slightest movement or tongue massage caused his legs to stiffen and brought growls of abject, total surrender to the sensations being inflicted upon his body.

He felt completely and entirely consumed. His ass, mouth, cock, balls and the massage of his body by the other prisoners standing around increased the intensity of the orgy. Two prisoners attacked his nips with a vengeance and Jim's growls became whimpers, then short, sharp cries of passion. It was then that he could no longer resist anything that was being done to his powerful body and he felt himself slipping into the chasm of desire which the men were working toward-to have this hunk completely, totally; to consume his body, soul, sex, to ravish this animal inside his ass and mouth and then take every inch of his outside flesh.

And they did.

Again, Jim felt the tremendous swelling at the base of his dick—that powerful area deep between his legs, where his shaft traverses up between his legs and into his body; that area where, once action begins, it cannot be stopped. Once a man begins this trip it is impossible to divert the inevitable contractions of the muscles expelling the pressurized fluid churning between his legs

Mike felt the sudden, desperate pulsing of Jim's muscles against his heavy tool that was stuffed to the hilt up inside the hard-bodied male riding his flesh.

And it was Mike that tipped the emotional wave on which Jim was riding.

"TAKE HIM," Mike commanded with a hiss, "HE'S CUM'IN!" Had Jim, at that moment, been struck by lightning, nothing would have worked more effectively than Mike's command.

The mouth consumed his shaft, full length again, and again, nibbling the tender lips at the end with each trip in and out. The balls were stretched and compressed deep into a hot, tight throat,

Each nip was stretched inches away from the massive chest and pecs; a hard vacuum and firm teeth were giving them a workout equal to the situation. As Jim lurched forward to relieve the pressure and pleasure assaulting his nips, he felt the head of

Mike's cock crash into his prostate, mashing the swollen, engorged nerve center hard against the building-hard shaft extending up into his body. Grabbing the buns of the man face fucking him, Jim shoved the cock into a deep-throat position so he could scream his passion into and around a tube of hard flesh as his mind and body exploded through his cock and tight against the cock Mike was jabbing deep within his buns. Mike's raw, jagged gasps for air announced that his own massive load of hot cum had, once again, blasted deep within Jim's hard, muscular mounds.

Meanwhile, Jim chewed firmly on the shaft plunging deep within his throat, feeling the hot, pulsing, throbbing dick-meat gush forth load after load of male lava. Yet, controlling the hard, young cock through the ball squeezing, Jim was able to convince the hot hunk that playtime was not over-yet. The hunk got the message! He groaned his passion throughout the HUT, thrusting and bucking his hips and dong deep into Jim's mouth to escape the pressure being applied to the swollen and throbbing cock and exploding balls.

His mind whirling, his body exhausted, Jim felt the passion of the men wind down until on one moved a muscle, tendon, mouth, tongue, hip, cock-nothing. Only the throbbing pulse and exhausted, shallow, hollow breathing of each man could be felt. Nothing more.

Slowly Jim opened his eyes. The bush of thick hair surrounding the dick that was slowly pulling away, then the tanned skin of the stomach, the end of the shaft all seemed out of focus for a moment, then the sweat and the smell of manhood and the taste of cum-it all came flooding back to him along with the realization of what he had just seen: the castration of two virile, young prime males, the torture of their vibrant bodies, the unrestrained passion of the observers.

Slowly his mind replayed the past events. The call to count; the lateness of the two men; moving into the HUT; the stringing up and preparation of the two males for torture; the application of the wire; the electrical connections; the salt-encrusted rags; the whips; being spread-eagled; the humiliation; the helplessness and vulnerability and then that horrible Trough; the final giving in to that which these barbarians wanted, demanded and got! Jim's mind was racing, " … yes, that's what they wanted, that's what all of us wanted: the total emancipation. Every young, hot-blooded, virile, heavy hung, studded male wanted the absolute emancipation ; every S&M'r wants it— A TOTAL, ABSOLUTE, NUT CRUSH-ING , DEVASTATING, ASS THRUSTING, NUT THROBBING, BACK ARCHING, SLICE OF A KNIFE ACROSS THEIR NUTS … CASTRATION!

Jim's blood froze in his veins and a chill swept over his body, Quickly he turned and rolled off Mike and curled up to the warm, sleeping frame. Feeling the strength of the man, his mind settled down and he, too, sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Rough hands shook Jim awake. He stared up at the black shadow, including black head and face mask—Commando-type

"Come on, man; get the fuck out of here," a voice hissed. Jim felt his body literally snatched from the floor and propelled from the HUT. Mike was nowhere to be seen.

The flickering oil torches wavered their orange flame into the night, barely touching the two figures leaving the structure.

Jim was disoriented and confused, his body still spent from the non-stop sex of a few hours ago.

"Mike! Where's Mike?" he demanded to the black form beside him

"Safe," the voice barked. "Now move your ass and shut the fuck up!" he exclaimed.

Grabbing Jim by the wrist, the form raced toward the beach. "Follow if you want to live," and the hand released Jim and moved ahead at full run.

His head finally clearing and his night vision improving, Jim suddenly saw dozens of forms running toward the beach. Some were in black and some were totally naked.

The sudden eruption of small bore rifle and pistol fire caused

Jim and dozens of shadowy figures to hit the sand, roll, then spring to their feet again and continue toward the water's edge.

Suddenly, he saw small rafts outlined against the pale water and barely visible in the dim, overcast moonglow.

"This way," the dark form motioned Jim toward the end raft. Needing no further invitation, Jim raced for the small craft and literally dove into it.

A soft scrape of sand and suddenly the boat was drifting in the calm water. The splashing and grunts of men throwing themselves into the craft were barely audible. Oars were quickly manned and the craft shot across the water.

"But to where?" Jim wondered, sighting across the expanse of water.

Then he saw it.

Lying low in the water, the rapier-like silhouette awaited their arrival. Jim saw many dots of rafts heading out toward the slim craft, black forms bending into the oars.

A sudden eruption of gunfire from the shore caused the boat-men to flatten themselves against the sides and the bottom. Hot metal ricocheted off the calm water around the rubber rafts.

A sudden, massive explosion from the submarine shattered the night air and the following blast on the beach caused a sudden and extended silence there. Jim smiled to himself as cheers arose from the boat-men.

… ready to board," Jim was instructed. Swiftly he scrambled to his feet and stood in the middle of the craft and watched the approaching sleek metal monster resting quietly in the water. Dark forms scurried about and began hurling lines toward the approaching craft,

"Up you go!" and strong hand grabbed Jim about the arms and chest. "Down that hatch," as Jim followed the pointed arm toward the dull red night-glow coming from the black deck, Quickly he stumbled toward the hatchway and lowered himself into the bowels of the sub.

Again, strong hands grabbed his thighs and body and quickly snatched him from the rungs of the hatchway ladder and stood him up on the deck.

Several catcalls had accompanied the rescue from the ladder and more than one hand had reached up between his thighs and fondled his meat and nuts, thus relieving the tension of the situation. Strong, masculine laughter rent the air as the hunky submariners saw the nude prisoners descending into their midst.

The soft glow of the red lamps caused the bodies of the nude men to shimmer and reflect the light across their heavily defined chests and shoulders. It rippled down and reflected off the flesh between their legs, most of which had become engorged from the excitement. The red lights, required to preserve the night vision of the crew, gave the inside of the vessel an eerie glow and kept everything in a sort of out-of-focus fuzziness.

Jim found himself confused—having never been in such a vessel before, his main concern was simply to get out of the way of the hustle and bustle. There was the receiving of the nude prisoners, the shouting of orders between the crew receiving the prisoners and the crew trying to maintain the sub's operation and keep the safety of the sub and its human cargo.

Jim noticed the darker recesses of the sub and saw the shadowy images of men moving about, performing their duties aboard. Several looked toward the activity of the hatch and—with just a nod between each other-one of the crew came forward. Without a word, he wrapped his fist around Jim's cock and led him back into the depths of the huge underseas monster. The red glow grew dimmer and the figures of the crewmen, more vague as Jim felt his body caressed, then supported and finally lifted from the floor and laid on a firm bunk.

Quickly, a warm mouth enveloped his sleepy, yet engorged tube of flesh swinging between his legs and Jim felt himself dropping into a deep and safe slumber, dreaming of the crew and knowing he was going to enjoy the trip home—far away from the horrors of the Trough.

An unidentified young man exposed in the L.A. Herald-Examiner as a drug suspect has already lost his jeans and is in the process of losing his battle with motorcycle officers in the parking lot of Anaheim Stadium , where the Grateful Dead and Bob Dylan were playing. Witnesses said he tangled with numerous fans before police strapped him down and removed him.

(Ed.: The article does not men- tion why one officer is apparently pulling the suspect's pants off. Why can't people get videos of things like this.)

PRISON 'STRAP DOWN'

Oregon State Penitentiary officials call it "seclusion and restraint," but critics say a form of corporal punishment inmates call "strap down" is torture according to an Associated Press article.

Convicted rapist Donald Guinn, with a history of conflicts with prison staff and other inmates, was admitted to the behavior modification program in February.

He was placed in a bare cell in his underwear and strapped to a low metal cot. Leather thongs were locked around his ankles and wrists. There he remained for nine days, except for periods of minutes when his limbs were freed.

Convicted burglar Fred Whitt was strapped down for 30 consecutive days last summer. While prison officials said that was an isolated incident, Whitt claims he was held for similar prolonged periods.

The seclusion and restraint technique is administered in the prison's Special Management Unit, or psychiatric ward.

The temporary immobiliza- tion of mentally ill patients is not an unusual technique. However , attorney Bob Joondeph of the Oregon Advocacy Center for mentally ill and disabled Oregonians says it is misused.

"The way it's practiced in the prison can be called nothing other than torture. They are punishing people under the aegis of psychiatric treatment," Joondeph said.

The American Psychiatric Association sets one hour as a reasonable limit for the use of restraints in such behavioral treatment programs. It says restraints may be used for up to 72 hours if patients are deemed to be a threat to themselves or others, but that medical second opinions should be sought if restraints are used beyond three days.

The prison's Special Management Unit has been con- troversial since it was created 20 years ago to treat and monitor inmates with mental ailments .

(Ed.: Bitch, bitch! I know guys that would pay good money to be treated that way.)

DID MONTY PYTHON RUN CAMPAIGN?

Ilona Staller, also known as Cicciolina, was elected to the Italian Parliament on the Radical Party ticket. She opposes nuclear war and hunger, and favors sex education in the schools and world peace. After her election, the San Francisco Chronicle reported, she put on a stage show involving a snake and urinated on the front two rows of the audience. Another routine included the python, whips and chains, latex novel-ties , and a stuffed dog. At the opening of Parliament, she failed to follow through on a threat to appear in a titillating outfit. Radical party leaders have become increasingly uncom- fortable with her activities. (Ed.: Time to start the Ultra-Radical party!)

NOT AT THESE PRICES!

Thousands of desperate men in India are selling their most private body parts for a paltry amount of quick cash, according to reports from the impoverished and overpopulated nation. The purchaser of these used goods is the government, which is trying to cut down on the population growth.

The going price of $2.50 may seem a measly sum for a male's manhood, but scores of Indians are having themselves castrated for the tiny fee.

The government has campaigned for years encouraging the use of contraceptives, with dismal results.

"Nobody can afford them," Dr. Salladay says, "so castration provides the ideal solution.

"It leaves no room for error, it's easy, and once it's done, it's done," he notes. "And it's far

We probably couldn't have come up with a more bizarre name for a product but Dent Pecker actually describes (sort of) what it does. With the de- crease in smoking and the increased use of cheap butane lighters, match companies have had a drop in business.

Well, never fear, an enter- prising oriental company has found a use for what would have been wooden matches a few years ago. Dent Pecker is a disposable dental hygiene "tooth pick" that comes in a "match book" type carrying case. Just snap off one of the "peckers," use, then toss. Handy, effective and semi-sanitary. less expensive than buying a lifetime supply of contraceptives ."

YOU DIDN'T ASK, BUT…

An article by C'uliano Fer-rieri in the Milan-based news-magazine Europeo reports that each year 300,000 Italians fall ill and 4,000 die from "causes traceable to lack of hygiene."

The same article reveals that 18 percent of French citizens bathe less than once a week and that German men change their underwear on an average of once every seven days.

CONDOM'S HAZARDS

Insight magazine reports that with Surgeon General C. Everett Koop touting condoms as the best way to stop the spread of acquired immunodeficiency syndrome, short of abstention, and with some condom manufacturers embarking on major disease-prevention ad campaigns , one might conclude that condoms are essentially risk-free protection from AIDS.

However, not all physicians and health authorities are quite so confident. A more obscure threat is postulated by Raymond Oliver, a retired surgeon lieutenant in the British navy who served as a venereologist during World War II. He maintains that hair follicles exposed when pubic hairs are caught in and pulled by a condom are a common conduit for sexually transmitted disease agents to enter the body.

PROTECTIVE WEAR THAT FIGHTS BACK

According to an article in Insight magazine, silicone con-doms as well as surgical gloves with antiviral agents will soon be available to consumers and hospitals.

The protective wear will be lined with a viricide developed by Epitope Inc., an Oregon bio-technology company, for use against many microbial infections such as herpes and other sexually transmitted diseases. It can kill - outside the body only - the virus causing acquired immunodeficiency syndrome , a company spokesman said.

Silicone has proved to be better than plastic, since it is freer of impurities and does not disintegrate or lose its shape when combined with bioactive agents. It is also more resistant to tearing and does not irritate the skin when combined with germ killing chemicals.

DOWN FOR THE COUNT

The National Center for Health Statistics says that 59% of newborn boys were circumcised in 1985, compared to 68% in 1979, an article in New-sweek reported. The article also talked about recent lawsuits in California, the controversy over the health reasons for and against circumcision, and how many agencies and insurance companies will no longer cover the operation.

WHAT IS CHLAMYDIA?

Dr. Dean Edell reported in his San Francisco Chronicle column that a U.S. Army study reported in the American Journal of Public Health found that circumcised males were 1.65 times more likely to have Chla-mydia , a common sexually transmitted disease. Dr. Edell is a leading opponent of circumcision and suggests that the study refutes claims by some that circumcision can help prevent infections.

THE FRENCH HAVE A WORD FOR IT!

The estranged wife of Jean-Marie Le Pen, Pierrette, appeared nude in the French edition of July's Playboy because her husband had refused to give her more money and suggested she work if she wanted more. The couple is currently involved in an alimony dispute. The July Playboy promptly sold out, and has printed more copies.

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WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED by RICHARD A. WHITE ard as it may be to believe, there are men who are over six feet tall and weigh over two hundred pounds that can be called "sweet." Carlos was just that man. He's my superintendent's youngest son … and biggest … and quietest … and handsomest. He had a body that won't quit and a brain that wouldn't start. He meant well, but whenever he assisted his father on a repair job in our building, Carlos inevitably made some blunder and his father berated him once again. Yet the loyal Carlos still followed his father on jobs; still trying to learn the best he can.

Whenever Carlos would mess up a job, he'd stand with his hands behind his back and look down at his feet while his father told him he was worthless and hopeless, both in English and Spanish. Carlos would nod in sad agreement then promise, " … next time I do better … you see." His father would get over the rage, sigh, pat Carlos on the back and get on with mending whatever Carlos had fumbled. At a barely discernible rate, Carlos did get better—his body was powerful and fast, but his mind was slow and child-like.

Carlos always stayed close to home. I never saw him with girl friends, like his chubby, oafish brothers had draped around themselves. No—Carlos was a loner. Even when he'd hang out on the sidewalk in front of my building, he'd rarely join in the braying and brawling of the street-studs. He'd watch, smile, yet stay to himself. His shyness was a relief from the incessant parade of yapping Chicanos under my window.

My studio window faced the street and my need for air forced me to leave the window open on hot summer nights. I was inundated with street noise whenever I'd try to work. Finally I gave in and bought a powerful-enough air conditioner to cool the large front room. Two men from the department store had to carry it upstairs, so huge was the beast with the icy breath.

My problem now was how to install it. The delivery men only set it down in my hallway; installation wasn't part of their job. So, I called Jimmy the Super. He was at his daytime job, so Carlos, offered to come and help me. I had visions of my as-yet-unpaid -for air conditioner falling four floors to its death, but I relented and accepted Carlos' kind offer. He arrived within five minutes, eager and armed with tools.

Carlos is so powerfully built that he was able to lift the enormous box by himself and trot into my studio with it. He set it down by the window and wiped his wide brow with a pocket handkerchief. He had only a pair of worn jeans and boots on. It was too torrid out to wear anything else. I let my eyes feast on his tawny, rippled body and densely-corded arms. He smiled at me and glanced at the artwork on the walls. I make no bones about my erotic art … and no apologies or explanations. Carlos looked over the many framed pieces with childlike awe. "You good … no wonder you can afford big t'ing like dis to cool off." He ripped

the sturdy cardboard from the machine and looked at the side vents. He pulled them out, looked at the holes for screws and pulled out a pencil from his back pocket.

He seemed more efficient that I expected. He measured the spaces between the holes and made marks on the windows. He drove a pilot screw into the sill for the screws. Then he asked me to take one side as he lifted the air conditioner into place. I held my breath as he slid the sash of the window onto the lip of the machine. In seconds he had it in place, but I heard him groan slightly as he set the machine down. He screwed in the bolts, wincing as he did so. I was amazed at how wide he was up close. His back practically filled the window as much as the air conditioner! Jesus, he was a fucking massive beauty!

"I pull someting, I tink," Carlos apologized, gripping his back. He must have moved the wrong muscle as he set the machine in place. At least the machine was intact and safely installed. He turned it on and stood with his arms akimbo as the blessedly cool air fluttered over his sweaty big body. "God … wunnerful … so good," he whispered, almost to himself. His room in the basement with his family must be stifling, noisy and tiny. I offered him a beer. "Oh God, yes … so nice and cool … t'ank you," he said, like a little boy being allowed to stay up past his bedtime.

"The least I can offer you is time to cool off. Thanks again, Carlos," I said as I handed him a frosty beer can. He smiled shyly and sat in a big chair that suddenly shrank with his immense body in it. He chugged quickly, and downed almost half the can. I guess with so many siblings one learns to eat and drink fast before it's all gone. He wiped the light foam off his dark mustache hairs. His full mouth licked at the beer that got trapped in the thicker hairs. He grinned and sighed with relief. He leaned back in the chair and he winced again. "Sore?" I asked. "Yes," he whispered, as if ashamed of fumbling a job again. "Lie down on the sofa and I'll look at your back … undo your pants," I said off-handedly. I swallowed a dry lump in my throat at the thought of touching his creamy, coffee-colored skin.

As eagerly, obedient as an oversize panting puppy, Carlos undid his jeans. Then he slid them down and shucked off his boots, then kicked off his pants! I was stunned that he was naked before me so quickly. He wasn't all that well-endowed, like most Mexicans, but his meat was a spongy dark handful with a bright pink cock-head. His cock hairs were briars of tangled black curls. He lay down and those two magnificent butt cheeks were displayed for me-two firm, white melons with a black thistle in the middle! A meal that even the most well-fed among us would salivate for.

I hid my astonishment that he stripped when I'd only asked him to undo his pants. I walked to him, lying there with his legs parted. His balls flopped back between his ass cheeks like two hair-coated peaches. "Dere … right by dat bone," he said. Trust and surrender filled his voice. "By the spine?" I asked. "Yeah … dere," he pointed to the base of his spine. His big biceps curled and swelled as he reached behind his butt cheeks to pinpoint the painful spot. I pressed one spread palm against the lower dorsal muscles. He was fully packed; solid as a steer. His skin, by comparison, was soft, supple. My hands glided over the area. Like heated egg-shell was his skin. He sighed at my touch.

"I feel a tightening, here. Feel that small lump inside? You've strained your sacrospinalis." Using long words seems to impress people that you know what you're doing. "What's dat? Is dat bad?" Carlos asked, seeming genuinely afraid he'd done serious damage. "NO," I assured him, "just a sprain. Keep it rested and relaxed as much as possible; it'll go away in a day or so." I continued to massage his back and buttock muscles. He had his voluminous arms folded under his face. He smiled and breathed deeply as I kneaded my fingers into his willing flesh.

I spread his legs and nestled my knees between his. Tiny black ringlets on his thighs grazed against my skin. Goose-flesh rose at the delicate touch of his hairs against mine. His balls swelled a bit as I continued to massage him. Then, slowly, his cock-head slid back, peeking out from under his balls. A crystalline bead of cock drool seeped out of his piss-hole. He was lengthening by the second … longer than it seemed he could get since he was so small before. He raised his ass slightly to give his burgeoning cock more room.

He said not one word. He merely submitted to my ministrations on his muscles. His cock lengthened and swelled. It throbbed every few seconds as it grew under his balls. His asshole puckered tight, but it would wink open a bit as my hands ran across his buttock muscles. I knew this man was used to subordinating himself to his father … would he submit to me? To what I wanted to do to his beefy body? I lost not a second. Hesitation takes the edge off pure dominance. I slid my tongue into his fudge pit, and licked gobs of adoring saliva into his guts. He gasped and twitched but never resisted.

As I furrowed my tongue into his hairy hole, my chin grazed his cock head. It swelled fatter at my touch. He spread his massive thighs even farther apart, making room for my face and his gorging roll of beef. I slid my tongue lower, over his perineum, that swollen vein between the asshole and the balls. Then I nursed his nuts and rolled them around in my mouth. Moans purred out of Carlos' mouth. Then I slipped his cock head into my mouth and he hissed in delight. He rose up on his knees so I could get his whole hard-on into my mouth. My nose pressed his asshole as I

I rubbed and spread his butt cheeks, and the bush around his butt-eye opened to me. His pink shitter twitched and shuddered as I sucked harder on his cock. I knew what I wanted to do with him: I wanted him to be completely vulnerable, in total surrender, succumbing to my caresses and touches. I wanted him possessed with passion and hunger.

"Come, we'll go to my bed … the air conditioner's on in there, too … come." I softly insisted and he followed, his cock bobbing in the air as he walked. He padded shyly into my room, then stood there, waiting to be told what to do. The room was an icy, balming delight. I reached for a pair of leather chaps on my closet shelf.

They were for a larger partner. They'd fit him.

"Put them on. Leather will feel good in this chilly air … and you'll look fuckin' great in them," I smiled. Carlos put them on. His ass and cock were bared in the pants. He beamed with a wide grin as he snapped them on. "Now, turn around," I whispered. He let me see those cannon-ball buttocks again. I snapped a pair of handcuffs on him. He looked down at them, glanced quickly at my smile, then smiled as well. "You like Carlos?" he asked. I ran my hands over his hairless ass cheeks and hissed, "Better than like - I want you."

I guided my captive to the bed and had him lie face up. His hard-on was purple with fury and his cock head had become an angry pink. His hands were under him, which made his hairy chest swell up even larger. His nipples stood out like purple pencil erasers; they were made for chewing! I nursed at them, sliding my face across his chest as I went from nipple to nipple. I ground my cock into his as I lay on top of his body. It was like riding a raft of flesh. I chewed and nursed his chest until his nipples were raw with erections.

'Dat's so good … men got feelin's dere, too, huh?" Carlos asked softly. "Mmmm" was all I could say, so full was my mouth with hair, muscles, tit and nipple. When his nipples were blood red, I clipped chrome clamps on them, attached to tiny leather thongs. I tugged at them and Carlos writhed on my bed, moaning and hissing in passionate delirium. His cock dribbled more lube down the shaft, the beads nestling into his dense cock-bush. I snapped a leather thong on his shaft, at the tightest measurement. Veins erupted, pencil-thick, all over his cock. Carlos was dazzled by the sight of his own hard-on. "Man, lookit dem veins. Feels fuckin' great, mannnn!

Then I ripped open a condom and slid into it. Carlos watched my cock sliding into the sheath. He grinned. "Big… you real big. Gonna fuck Carlos wit dat t'ing?" I dove for his ass-crack again.

"Mmmm" was my answer again.

He raised his big legs and spread his ass for me—so eager to please, so hungry for my touch. When his canal was quivering from my nursing, I sat up. I wrapped my right fist around his bloated boner. My left hand guided my cock into his spit-slick

tailpipe. He closed his eyes as I entered him, and I knew he'd never had cock in him before. But he wanted me … wanted to please me… was used to enduring pain from men like his father who bullied him. This pain would not be a burden. This pain would blossom into desire.

He winced as I ferreted all the way in. I wondered if his back hurt him or my fat cock. His sphincter was spasming as I slowly worked in and out of his fuck-pipe. His eyes opened. He stared at me, grinding over him. "Feels good, now, you know? Real good … good in dere, man … yehhhh!" His pain was gone. Now the man wanted cock! His innards were buttery and molten. My cock was opening him up, churning into his fuck-furnace. His legs spread wider and wrapped around my hips. He pummelled me with his feet, driving my hard-on waaaayyyy up inside his creamy man-hole.

I could feel the cum rising from my balls. I plowed faster and deeper into Carlos, all the while I was fisting his hard-on. His vault began to tighten around me and I knew he was close to cumming. I rubbed his fat cock-helmet and he bobbed into the air on my cock. He was ready. I would shoot with him. "Ggggaaaahhhh!" Carlos yelped and his prick erupted into the air … three or four feet into the air! Like boiling white wax, it splattered back onto his hairy belly as he clamped his riveting pucker around my erupting cock, I lifted his big butt off the bed as I hammered my load into the safe.

Carlos grinned like a cream-filled fat cat-filled he was! I slid out of him and the rubber spilled its silvery load onto his belly. "We cum a lot," he whispered proudly. I unshackled him, stripped the chaps off him and told him to lie back. I went for cool, wet towels to clean us off with. He relished the attention, the gentleness, the affection. "I never been wit' a guy before, but I wanted it … jus' scared I guess. But you good to me. Patient — not like my faddah." Carlos spoke as I washed him and stroked him. I rolled him onto his back and massaged him again. The cool air, the hot fuck, all had helped ease his sprain. We lay there for another hour. Then Carlos had to leave for dinner. I risked a kiss at the door. He returned it feverishly. He gripped me close and let my tongue slip into his mouth. He held on and on, wanting more and more affection. This man had been starved for it—especially from another man.

Carlos returned for more, many times that summer. We played with all sorts of exotic toys and positions. Carlos devoured me as much as I gorged myself on his remarkable body. He could get fucked for hours, cumming three or four times in less than two hours! The man must have been saving up his loads for years!

I also noticed his attitude toward his father began to subtly change. He was less willing to sit silently and suffer verbal abuses from the old man. He would defend his mistakes and remind his father of all that he did right. He reminded his father that he, too, made mistakes sometimes. His father wasn't pleased to hear this, but since Carlos was twice his father's size and since verbal abuse was the only way he dominated Carlos, his power began to diminish. Carlos began to blossom … finally. He made fewer mistakes. He got less abuse— and more and more caresses from me. Maybe that was the core of the reversal: Carlos no longer had to settle for cruelty as male attention. He had felt the nurturing rapture of being desired by another man, a man who dominated but didn't diminish him. His pleasure was as much my concern as my own. He'd never known such concern, such indulgence! It strengthened him, widened him.

The edges of his identity ballooned, became sharper. He walked with a bounciness that evaporated his former slope-shouldered shyness. His feet seemed to trot along like a proud gazelle, where before he'd seemed like a whipped mutt. He had turned a new face to himself, one he enjoyed. He knew he was wanted! It wasn't as if slipping into new costumes had done it; he'd slipped into something else. He'd entered a snake skin and become the cobra - alert, proud, powerful. The man had become the skin he'd donned.

I heard shouting one afternoon. I was asleep, and it seemed the yells were part of my dreams. But they continued as my eyes

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parted to the glaring summer daylight. Carlos' father was blasting away at him. I looked down into the courtyard from my kitchen window. Carlos had dropped a wrench while they were fixing a drainpipe.

"You beeg stupid asshole!" his father ranted, "dem fuckin' tools is 'spensive … fuckin' shit! Break dat an' we got no fuckin' wrench at all! Den what? No fix dese pipes … de tenants bitch … we gotta buy new one … all cuz you, big, dumb asshole!" Carlos stood rigid, but not stooped as he usually was when his father harangued him. He stared at the skinny old man and hissed, "I am big… not dumb, not asshole. De wrench not broke … no problem. Your mouth is de problem. Less jus' fix de fuckin' pipe. Jus' do our job! The old man was speechless, but Carlos just bent down and fixed the drainpipe. The old man watched. I watched.

The whipped mutt had become a pedigree show-dog! He paid no mind to the old man. He'd done something in that moment that changed him forever: he'd exerted his will. A clear expression of intent. It stunned me and the old man.

I should have seen it coming, but I was so caught up in our heated love-making that I hadn't sensed the slow evolution of Carlos. His dazzling body and fury for sex had obscured my perceptions of him. I hadn't realized how rapidly he was expanding inside himself. I had thought it was merely the ravenous hunger of a man deprived of sex for so long. More and more often, he'd suggest a new game, a new toy, a new position. As long as I got into those firm, ripe buns, I joined any game he suggested; ice cubes in his asshole, chilled metal bar spoon in his piss-slit; hot wax on his nipples, tearing hair when the wax was removed; beer squirted in his asshole to clean him out before I fucked him again— the variety seemed endless. Once he had me eat his ass through a frosted chilled doughnut—then he ate the doughnut as I fucked him. It seemed I was in control since I was always on top. How wrong I was.

That scene with his father had opened my eyes to how much

Carlos had grown. He was his own person now-had his wants and needs-and knew what they were. He had a new picture of himself and he wouldn't let the old man rip it apart.

Later, when the sun had gone down and no relief from the heat was happening, Carlos rang my buzzer. I had only gym shorts on, since it was so steamy in the other rooms of my apartment. Carlos arrived in jeans, shirtless and sweaty and ready, just the way I liked him. I led him to my cooled bedroom and he immediately took me into his rippling arms. His kisses slid slowly over me. His hands gripped my hips and he ground my groin into his. My cock hardened at the first kiss. His lips were full and wet under his bushy mustache. I could feel his hard-on sliding around under his ieans.

Carlos turned me around and hugged my chest. He ran his fingers over my nipples and began to tug at them. I moaned in submission to his touch. He ran his hands down and grabbed my hips, grinding my butt into his balls. Not one word had been uttered since our brief "hello" at the door. We both knew why he was there and wasted no time. His grip on my hips tightened. He slid my shorts down and pressed his jeans-clad cock against my ass-crack. He bent down quickly and began to nose his way into my butt. His tongue slithered with mastery and speed into me; I'd taught him well. He held my hands behind me as he slurped my asshole. His mustache was so bristly that it rasped the skin around my sphincter, but that tongue of his worked miracles. My ass pried open for him.

Suddenly there was the feel of metal on my wrists. Carlos had slipped a pair of his own cuffs on my wrists! He must have hidden them in his back pocket. I was his captive now. He stood and gripped me by both nipples. He nestled his lips at the side of my neck and hissed, "My turn to be de boss." His cock was bursting out of his jeans and prodding my ass. He led me to my bed and lay me on my back. With my hands underneath me, my already-raw

Carlos undid his fly and let his fat cock bob out. He grinned

down at me, "Nice … dem nipples like my touch, yes?" I smiled up at him, "Yes … please … more." He bent and nursed at my nipples again, bristling his heavy-stubbled chin into my muscles. I bucked under him, thrashing for more of the sweet torture he showered over me. He slid his mouth and tongue down the front of my torso. He slid past my cock, nosed under my balls and licked at my fuck-pipe again. He raised my legs over his bulbous shoulders and I gripped his black, curly-haired skull between my knees.

Then, suddenly, he sat up. He ripped off his jeans and had a pair of boxer shorts underneath. His cock was more exposed. He'd tied it in cowhide, so it throbbed and shone with veins. A cock ring was snapped to the base of his shaft. He'd come prepared!

I fuck you wit' my drawers on … like pigs in a hurry—half-naked and fucking! he whispered to me. He grinned like a child with only mischief on its mind. He rolled a condom onto his cock, then aimed it at me. He spat down on it—a long, silvery oyster that coated his fat cock-head. He hissed, "If it ain't spit, it ain't love … yes?" I nodded, waiting for him with my legs still around his shoulders.

His balls popped out of the fly of the boxers and his cock pulsed, twitching in the air. He gripped my ankles and let his cock slide up to my hole. I arched myself to let him in, watching that thick slab descend slowly. My ass parted for him and he slid so slowly into me, smiling at me, gripping my ankles tighter and raising them higher. He was in. I felt the laces around his balls graze my cheeks as his cock ring rubbed my hole.

"Mmmmm … good fuckin … pigs we are … fuck all de time . . tight fuckin' hole, baby … Carlos loves your asshole." I loved his cussing filthy language when we fucked, only now he was in total control. Not just making up new games—he was the game! I was in his power.

Deeper he went. Grinding balls and condom and cock ring and cowhide into me. His cock hairs were heated coils of black hair against my aching hole, and my thoughts raced. "C," … everything with a "C." Condoms, cock ring, chains, cuffs, clamps, chaps, cocks, cussing, control, costumes, cumming, chests, curls, chewing, chomping, churning … all with "C." And, of course, Carlos—fucking my ass with wild abandon … Carlos: Changed … another "C." My ass and guts were full of him, and faster and faster he fucked me. "Goooood for youuu? Yesssss," Carlos gasped as he hammered long hot strokes up my butthole. "Yeaahhhhh," I moaned, "please … more … fuck me … more, Carlos.'

His boxer shorts began to rip at the ass-seam from the bucking he was giving me. He hammered his cock so fiercely that the fabric couldn't contain his bountiful ass. It shredded as he still plowed into he with his fat hard-on. He let go of one of my ankles and tore the shorts from his body. Now I saw he fully-clad cock sliding in and out of my innards. The cock ring had made his shaft dark purple with engorged blood. Carlos slid his hands to my hips and pulled me tight against him. I knew he was ready to blow his load. He hammered at my cock so I would cum with him. It took only a few strokes of his paw to carry me over the edge.

We both shot within moments of one another. Our bucking shook the bed and slid it across the floor. His condom was oozing cum. I could see the sheath filling up with yet another heavy load of Carlos' juices. My own cum hit Carlos on the chest and shoulders. Still he rode me … still he was cumming … howling and braying like a victorious animal. He spasmed one last time and slid out my ass. He tore the rubber off and let his load loose on me. Then he flopped his moose-sized body on top of me. We were both spent.

It had been a fateful day for Carlos: he'd put his father at bay and he'd slipped into my role. No coincidence. Carlos had flowered. Our love-making was even more diversified from that day on. I found myself letting him take me over with complete abandon. Whatever he wanted to do, we did. One thing had not changed—Carlos' insatiable appetite for MALE. I was grateful that I was the male he'd chosen. And it all began with a"C": Carlos. □

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It was 10:30 p.m. exactly when I pulled into the deserted parking lot. There was only light traffic on the small highway that went through town, and as each car passed, I nervously watched and waited. It seemed like an hour, but finally a car slowed and pulled into the lot, coming up behind me. I watched in the rear-view mirror as two uniformed policemen got out. One stayed behind my car as the other came to my window and asked to see my driver's license. There was some problem since he asked me to step out of the car. As I did so, he and the other policeman jumped me, wrestled me to the ground, and cuffed my hands behind my back. They hustled me into their car and covered my head. As we drove off, they pushed me onto the floor of the back seat. I couldn't see anything. We stopped, and I was shoved into a room, where the hood was removed. It was gray, with a cell at one end, and a table in the middle.

I was told to strip, and a regulation search was made for signs of any contraband . Then I was placed in the cell, I was given sweats to wear, a heavy flack vest to put on, then my arms were pinned behind my back with heavy leather restraints. The two policemen each took me by an arm and lifted me to tip-toe as they dragged me out of the cell and threw me into the "cooler," a four-by-four padded cell. They dragged my feet out from under me, making me fall on my face against the padded vinyl floor. They shackled my ankles together, and as one rhythmically tapped my shoulders with a night stick, the pressed his knee to my back and pulled my head off of the mat with a large handful of my hair.

The excitement was building up in me till I thought I was going to burst. I had always fantasized about what it would be like to be arrested and roughed up by real cops with real cuffs and nightsticks. Now it was happening. What was I getting into? The days ahead would hold many new experiences, but for now, I was feeling that strange high that comes from being under someone else's control completely. They could do whatever they wanted to do to me. I was powerless.

Then they left the "cooler" and locked the door. The light went out and I finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was pulled out of the cell, my hands were loosed, and I ate some breakfast. Then, one of the instructors ordered me to lie down on the examination table which had been brought into the main room, I did so, and quickly was strapped down, so securely that I couldn't move a finger or toe. A heavy mask, the kind that firemen use, was pulled over my face, and the instructor picked up the hose leading to it. As he blocked my air, he made me recite the alphabet over and over until I couldn't force any more air out. Just as I started to panic, he let a rush of air into the mask.

The combination of having him control my breathing, and the pressure and confinement of the straps holding my body down really were turning me on. This was even more exciting than I had imagined when I outlined my scene to the Captain before coming to the Training Center. While there I also experienced isolation, endurance testing, several different types of restraint, and sensory input control of several kinds.

I have been a client of the Training Center several times and have thoroughly enjoyed myself. I have never gone away frustrated. I really appreciate the professionalism shown by all of the people who work there. There was never any doubt, for example, that the men in the incident described above were real cops, or that they had matters well in hand. My only disappointment was that, since they were real professionals and not "models," the more sensual parts of my fantasies could not be realized. Still and all, the reality of what did happen more than made up for that lack. Also, the Center has some of the most unusual restraint equipment and facilities that I know of. I like tight, total immobility, and breath control, and rubber and leather, etc., and I really was impressed with the sophistication of some of the possibilities presented at the Training Center.

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ondage and Confinement are not synonymous, although the concept of loss of freedom of movement is basic to both. I define the former as restraint and the latter as restriction. Bondage is physical, intimate, close, and often painful restraint; confinement is long-range , loose restriction within a narrow, limited space. This is by no means to say that confinement is milder or less taxing than bondage. Its impact is not immediately apparent. First there is a psychological displacement, a subtle curtailment. It then proceeds to produce mental stress arising from a sense of powerlessness and dependence. Time begins to drag mercilessly . There is literally nothing to do with yourself but to explore and contemplate your own body and mind.

Of course, there are exciting combinations of bondage and confinement, where the prisoner is not only kept locked up in a jail cell, or a cage, or a box, but is at the same time subjected to bodily restraint in the form of iron manacles, rigid irons, head cage, straitjacket, hood or gag, and to restrictive positions sitting or standing. Confinement per se does not demand constant monitoring, but if severe restraint is also employed the Top must be aware of his responsibilities. Confinement, therefore , is always geared to the reality of long-term durability. All of which produces myriad fantasy scenes in the prisoner's mind for hours - or days!

The Top, meanwhile, can pursue his own entertainment in other parts of his "stockade" for the duration of the prisoner's sentence. He delegates one of the "trustees" to feed the prisoner and to supervise his daily toilet requirements. And he determines whatever punishments are incurred by breaches of discipline . It is, after all, the prisoner who is having all the fun! He is isolated and forgotten. He has been safely and securely incarcerated, the main premise being that no matter how much he yells, moans, or complains, he has no recourse but to serve out his time. So we should expect the Top to develop other amusing activi-ties for himself.

As an example, let me relate a composite of two experiences, describing an easy confinement and a tough confinement.

I've had an iron-barred jail cell constructed in my dungeon. The cell is 4' wide by 7' long and 8' high. There is adequate rigging inside for attaching the prisoner to the walls, ceiling or floor. The outside part of the dungeon is well equipped with apparatus for more strenuous activity. The windows of the dungeon have been blacked out, so that when its lights are extinguished the cell is in total darkness, day or night. The only item in the cell is a chamber pot, for obvious reasons. A mattress and a couple of rough army blankets are available to be thrown into the cell when sleeping is permitted, and there is a tall stool that can be placed inside and used either with or without restrictive attachments.

In this scenario it has been decided that the prisoner is to be sentenced to 48-hour detention on bread and water. The Warden this weekend is a trustworthy expert at prison administration, and the entire procedure is in his capable hands. As the prisoner, I have no foreknowledge of any schedule, nor, indeed, will I have any idea of the time of day or night. The dungeon is equipped with an electric monitor that relays the sounds from within to the outside rooms, but this is only a safety precaution in case of emergencies. In this session I know that my pleas and complaints will not only be ignored but also probably punished.

Initially I am brought before a tribunal and sentenced. I am stripped and shackled with leg and wrist irons, and an iron collar is bolted around my neck. I am told to expect nothing and everything, that I am no longer in control of my activities, and that if I masturbate I will be punished, I am to be fed twice a day, and once a day I will be allowed access to a toilet. That is all. I am on my own. If I complain or make a racket, and if I'm caught jacking off, the stringency of my confinement will be increased.

Well, what do you do in total darkness with no knowledge of day or night, or the outside world, or time? During the first several hours you sit on the floor, or you pace back and forth in clanking irons, or you lean against the bars—and, yes, you play with yourself. During those long, enervating, tiresome hours all kinds of fantasies materialize; you play-act a thousand porno stories. You count the minutes one by one, but by the time you reach ten or fifteen it seems like an hour, and you're bored. You lay on the hard floor, get up again, go round in circles, mumble. Minutes turn into hours, then days.

Comes a sign of life. A guard brings bread and water. The mattress and blankets are thrown into the cell. My neck collar is attached to the wall low enough so that I cannot rise above a sitting position on the floor, and I am locked up again for the night. What night? The lights go out again, and it's all night. Watchman, what of the night? How long will it be? I fantasize some more, sit up, lie down, jack off a bit. Will I be punished for this? I hum, I count again, I doze. Finally I bed down and try to sleep, only to wake fitfully in unfamiliar discomfort and blackness, every movement accompanied by the clank of chains and restricted by their limitations. And I'm always aware of the hopelessness of the situation. I am a naked, shackled, solitary prisoner. Well of course I jack off again!

But this time I'm caught and punishment is due. After hygienic preliminaries my wrists are manacled behind my back and my ankles secured to an 18 long rigid iron bar. I am then stumbled into a closed compartment measuring 2'3" wide by 18" deep by 5'10" high, and the front wall is bolted into place. I can neither turn, nor sit, nor squat.

The punishment box! Total darkness, total enclosure, total silence, and almost total immobility. I can only lean this way or that: backward against my shoulders, forward against my knees, propping my head against the wall, and constantly shuffling to ease the strain on my feet. I once endured this for six hours, then I clamored , begged for release. But how long this time? I don't know; I won't know. I lose all track of time and place and become imbued thoroughly with physical pain and mental anguish, dwelling constantly on the picture of myself bound by the four walls of a box. This is strict confinement!

There are many ways in which my confinement could have been made tougher. During the remaining hours in my cell I could have been hooked to the floor, sitting in rigid wrist and ankle irons; I could have been perched on the stool, then attached to floor and ceiling so I was unable to move off it; I could have been trussed up and suspended in a mail sack. Yes, I could have been punished in several ways, but they would not have taken me to the limits as the Punishment Box does. You cannot rest. Eventually your knees buckle, your shoulders ache, your feet swell, you head droops and you cry out in ecstatic pain.

The Warden knows this, and I think he knows that I expected it, willed it even. Even so it could have been made more unbearable; I could have been tightly hooded and gagged, my arms more rigidly restrained. So, as it is, I'm grateful that I'm left with that tiny residue of ease to help me see it through.

When it is over and I'm returned to my cell, to comparative comfort, I am thankful for the opportunity granted me to test my endurance and for the revelations perceived of pain and pleasure. How long I stood in the Punishment Box I cannot at this moment even guess, and how long I am to be left here in solitude I cannot begin to consider. The mattress and blankets are profoundly welcome, and lying there I feel my cock swell and pulse. But I discover that my wrists have been attached behind my head so that I cannot reach down far enough to touch my cock, and the rigid bar between my ankles has been so secured that I cannot turn onto my sides or my belly. So this is now I will serve out my time: supine in black timeless aloneness and deprived even of the ultimate solace of caressing my throbbing, swollen prick. The soreness wears off, erotic fantasies reappear, and I hear myself asking, almost out loud: "When can I transgress again, Sir?"

© 1987 by Robin T. Originally presented to a GMSMA meeting in January 1987, reprinted from NewsLink

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Dear Larry:

May have your opinion, please, on a question I have had for some time? I am a bottom, attracted to strong, dominant men. I entered into my first live-in relationship at 19, wherein my partner made all the decisions regarding our daily life, weekends, etc. I kept house, cooked the meals, but generally followed his lead in every major decision.

Then, when we were moving into a new house, he mentioned that two teachers had occupied the property before us, and he wondered if they were into giving "hacks" (spanking ). I jokingly replied that if he felt he needed one, I would gladly provide it.

From this developed our little fetish where—after sucking his cock and getting him very aroused-I would lead him to the couch or a kitchen chair, have him spread his legs and lean over the back of it and proceed to paddle his bare ass. using a wooden spoon, a ruler or a piece of kindling which he had retrieved himself. We both enjoyed this, but I never entered him-quite the contrary; the spankings usually resulted in my getting some of the most passionate fuckings I've ever had. My question, in view of articles / stories I have read in your publications and also in Drummer: Does this kind of situation fit in with any sort of SM lifestyle? Is it reasonable to seek a partner who will enjoy my spanking him, yet be able to assume the role of Top in the other aspects of our relationship ? Thank you for any insight you can provide.

M.H., San Francisco, CA

Dear M.H.:

In structuring your own sexual relationship, you must be concerned with your desires and those of your partner - and to hell with the opinion of anyone else. Whereas I might argue with you over the defini- tion of terms in trying to describe what you or someone else is doing, I would never suggest that my standards or anyone else's be the determining factor in your sexual behavior (except perhaps in matters of safety). If you are asking me whether your spanking ac-tivities - which place you in the role of Top-are in conflict with the rest of your behavior, in which you are a bottom, I'd have to say that they are. But this is merely a matter of definition . In effect, you are playing a common game of switching roles. You are simply doing it in an individualistic way. I would classify it as marginal SM behavior , only because the rest of your sexual activity is garden variety vanilla. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would dig your scene, although most who tumble to it will probably want to expand the horizons a bit. If so, why not give it a try? You both might enjoy it.

Dear Larry:

I think everyone is getting tired of constantly talking and reading about AIDS. Still, in any social gathering the subject continually crops up, and understandably so, since it remains a constant element in determining our behavior. So, I have two questions that have been subjects of discussion in recent social encounters.

1. Has anyone ever been cured, as far as you know?

2. If two guys have enjoyed a monogamous relationship for a number of years, how far back does this have to go for them to feel completely safe?

Steve, Los Angeles, CA

Dear Steve:

I agree. This miserable disease is threatening all of us, and like the prospect of atomic war it hangs over us with such menacing implications that we can't ignore it. But to try answering your questions:

1. I am not aware of any- one's being cured, once he has actually contracted AIDS. I do know several guys who have managed to get it under control by a combination of drugs, vitamins, proper health regimen , etc. AZT, despite its harsh side effects, seems to offer the first real glimmer of hope, and there are other drugs in various stages of development. I am hopeful that it will soon be possible to treat an AIDS patient as they do a diabetic; i.e., put him on a standard schedule of medication that will sustain him in a reasonable normal condition until he can be cured.

2. The general consensus seems to be that 1977 is the cut-off point, prior to which the virus was not around. Remember , though, that it took awhile to spread into the community . Thus, the chance of meeting someone who was a carrier was fairly remote until 1980 or 1981 - greater, of course, in Los Angeles, San Francisco and New York than in less-populated places.

Dear Larry:

I have a rather strange "social " question for you. I'm a bottom and I live next door to the guy who is more or less my "Master." That is to say, we aren't officially in an exclusive relationship, but we play often and both of us are afraid to stray very far afield because of the health crisis. He is a few years older than I am, and outside of our sexual encounters, he seems to enjoy "mothering" me. He is always giving me food that he's prepared, and frankly, he is a terrible cook.

I mean, he gives me big bowls of tuna salad that is so awful the cat won't eat it, and if I feed his meat loaf to the dog, it gives him diarrhea. I really like the guy, and certainly enjoy having sex with him. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but how can I stop this flood of unwanted kindess? Please don't identify me by name or area of residence.

Anonymous, USA

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Dear Larry:

A few years ago, I had a very torrid affair with a guy who really turned me on. At the time, I would have loved to become his permanent slave, but he was too flighty and not ready to settle down. Now he has come back into my life and wants to pick up where we left off. Unfortunately, he has gotten quite heavy and I no longer find him attractive. (I would guess that he has gone from 175 to over 250.)

Our previous sex was the best I ever had, however, and I still fantasize about our sessions when I jack off. I know I could really respond to him if it wasn't for all that fat, I'm afraid to say anything, because it just isn't the right thing for a slave to say to a Master. What should I do?

Frustrated, Mid-West

Dear Frus:

I think if you told him exactly what you've told me, and if you told him in a properly contrite, supplicating manner, you might encourage him to do something about his weight. He is probably as unhappy about it as you are and this might be the motivation he needs. After all, you have nothing to lose, and the chances are he already suspects the reason for your reluctance to rekindle the old flame. On the other hand, there is always the blindfold.

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WM, 31, 6', 155 lbs. Sniffing for hot cigarmen with respectable equipment to orally service once or on a regular basis. U puff, I suck. Verbal leatherman a plus, cigar a must. Send pix and nasty letter to: Boxholder, 584 Castro #404, San Francisco, CA 94114-2588. JO, pen pals welcome

SMALL MASTER WANTED

WM slave, 5'6", 145, seeks verbal abuse, domination, discipline, humiliation from small master. Into body worship, armpits, leather, wrestling, JO. Blacks, Asians and muscles a plus. PO Box 6655, San Francisco, CA 94101

SEEKING MASOCHIST

Experienced SF sadist seeks one pain-craving Levi-boot masochist who knows what he wants and can take it. Fantasy-seeking JOers and limp-wristed fairies who wimp out quickly in a scene need not respond. Sadist is into whipping, gut-wrenching CBT, TT, ET, paddling, suspension, etc. in roughly that order; however , limits can be set in advance. S is tall, early 40s, cut, non-smoker, neg, intell, health and safety conscious, and relationship-oriented . M must be neg, non-smoker, cut, 30-45, good cocksucker, and relationship- oriented. Not into fisting, scat, damage. Box 5996

LEATHER NAZI GUY

38, 5'8", blondish hair, seeks Nazi-cop type. I was in California Reich. Crotch-to-crotch, heavy leather JO sessions. Nazi conversation, cigars, beer, smoke etc. Fuckin' around. G.L Hewell, PO Box 272364, Concord CA 94527

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

NAKED SLAVE

I am a top, 5'11", 150, beard, blue eyes, hairy, 35 years old. I am looking for an individual that enjoys standing naked before another man with a leather hood on, collar and harness. Someone who likes tit play, bondage, and orders. I enjoy spanking, shaving, humiliation, but I will respect your limits. Most important is your desire to let another man enjoy your body. If you are interested, serious and ready when you call to come over, then call (213) 874-4856 after 6PM.

JOCKBOY PIERCING

Athletic 26 yr. old slaveboy desires part-time master to pierce his tits and 8 thick cock head. Safe but kinky sex also to possibly include bondage, flogging, shaving, womens clothes, photography, hot wax and CBT. Box 5997

SEEKS ASIAN

Los Angeles, GWM, 35, 5'8", 150 lbs., must- ache, not leather appearing type, prefer FF, SCAT, G / S, light S / M, seeks Asian into same scene. Enjoy cuddling, kissing. Photo if possible . Box 6028

BONDAGE MATE WANTED

Heavy bondage and safe sex. In Santa Barbra call Paul (805) 966-0189 6PM to 11PM only. Box 6030

ANIMALS W / M, 32, 5'10", 160 lbs., very hot, horny wants to meet experienced / novice in scene. Box 6031

MASTER / DADDY WANTED

Hot GWM, 33, 6', healthy, together bottom seeks total one-on-one relationship of serious fantasy realization evolving without bounds. Slave into leather / uniforms and life of service, discipline. Heavy bondage and sharing. Quality material for training and relationship. Send photo, instructions. Box 6035

MATURE BODYBUILDER / LEATHERMAN Good-looking, professional WM, 35, 5'8", 168 lbs., well built, looking for professional man over 40 who can introduce me to leather lifestyle and share with the excitment of healthy body, dressed in leather and a productive professional career as well. You won't be

HUNG BLOND JOCK DIGS COPS

Good-looking athlete, trim, tan 28 boy, 6'1" 165 lbs. Huge thick cock. Looking for hot studs, cops, military, to be arrested, strip searched, cuffed and used. All American Boy into BD, CB / T, fantasy. Wrestle me down, bind me, gag me and rape me repeatedly. Come on, Sir, arrest mel Box 6054LF

SHORT GUY-BIG NEEDS

Me: W / M, 32, 5'3", overweight, not hung or macho or strong. You: W / M, 18-35, ready to submit to S / M, B / D. I am seeking a long-term relationship, not a one-night stand, also like theatre, travel, dining out, quiet evenings at home. Box 177, 1800 South Robertson Blvd., Los Angeles CA 90035. None answered without photo, phone, name and address.

MANHANDLE MY BIG COCK / BALLS! GWM, 50, 6', 165 lbs., hung big and uncut needs heavy CBT. It's all yours! Box 5001, El

FUCK BUDDY

Hot top, 5'9", 150 lbs., blue eyes, brown hair, good shape wants to meet trim, tan hot and horny guys into wine, weed, fantasies, safe sex. Write Bill, Box 76, Ste. 109, 7985 Santa Monica Blvd., West Hollywood, CA 90046. Pix?

WANTED

Handsome, clean-cut Nazi-Master for young Jew-slave. PO Box 69A04, L.A., CA 90069

DEEP / WIDE ASSHOLE

FF versatile, TT, CBT, W / M, 42, 6', 170 lbs., clean shaven. Palm Springs. (619) 321 2819. Before 12 PM

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

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.

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

UNIFORMED BUST

Decidedly for … abuse-hungry, White stud sonofabitch, gung-ho to discharge duties as Convict / Slave / Animal Prisoner / Captive to sadistic, kick-ass, tall-booted, uniformed Black stud 43 who demands intense disciplined workout, exacting punishment torture to reinforce proper attitude and behavior. Direct letter w / mandatory foto to: PO Box 2524, Chino, CA 91708. (LF5987)

ORANGE COUNTY SUBMISSIVE seeks Master-Daddy type for direction and structure. I'm 32 y / o, slightly overweight, attractive and completely honest. Sammy (213) 924-4833.

PISS FANATIC

Healthy, trim, hung, blond boy, 23, seeking faithful, fit, masculine, safesex pissbuddy under 40 who shares piss obsession. Prefer hairy. Let's get soaked! Box 5968

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

SLAVE DANNY will submit to bondage and tortures for groups, parties, photos or one Master. Phone (818) 846-9486. Thank you, Sirs! (LF4091)

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)

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

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 45511 F

HOT DADDY PUNCHFUCKER

Very hot, healthy, 52-year-old 8B, 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

DENVER DRUMMER DADDY

25, 5'9", 160 lbs., dark hair, moustache. Seeks son for face fucking and ass plowing. Limits respected, but must be willing to expand them. Must be in shape, under 30, and willing to commit himself to my lifestyle. Send detailed letter with current experience and Box specifications, photo and phone. 5967LF

YOUNG WHITE OR ASIAN

Lite bondage. No S&M. I'm GWM, 49, top, hike, tennis, run, camp. (303) 972-4177.

CONNECTICUT

HOT HORNY HUNG

Enjoys the look, feel, smell of leather but also passionate, affectionate sex. Seeks similar. Photo. Box 5981

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

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 Lawrence of Arabia, Mishima, "Story of 0," "91 / 2 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

DADDY'S BOY

WM, 32, seeks tough but tender jock-wearing dad. This boy is into paddles, straps, some TT / C&B, mild SM but heavy into ass play, dildoes, etc. Are you my Daddy? Allen (202) 332-7017. (LF5983)

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.

DEDICATED LEATHERMAN

GWM, 40, 5'10", bl / bl, 150 lbs., mustache, goatee, seeking other men into good kinky but safe sex, brotherhood and friendship. Am versatile and intelligent with many interests both sexual and nonsexual. Special turn-ons include titwork, hair, tats. PO Box 2341, Manassas, VA 22110. (LF4696)

SHAVED WHITE MALE CUNT

36, 5'10", 150, G / p, F / a, TT, CBT, VA, WS. New to DC. I'm committed to being all used up. I'm the kind you gang fuck in an alley, use as a urinal, you like to hurt. No Master / slave fantasy. I need real, constant sexual abuse. I seek men who want to use a trash number up 'til there's nothing left. My life is giving my body to men's pleasure. Your attitude is all that is important. Box 6010

FLORIDA

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

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

FANTASY PARADISE

2 GWMs, 30s, construction tradesmen, trim healthy, hung and sex-crazed. Seek a few good Men who desire to live their fantasy, in an all-gay apt. bldg. Cum watch us sweat in jockstraps as we install the nude hot tub in tropical private yard. Live the lifestyle that you thought was only in NYC, SF or Kew West in north Tampa. Call (813) 989-0800 for hot details, if you're man enough. No calls after 11PM EST. No phone JO.

TOP THIS OLD DADDY!

Big, bearded old Daddy wants young boyish top son for wild sex, mutual light S / M, and fantasy. Nonsmokers only! Photo to Aardvark, PO Box 7294, Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33338

SMALL SMOOTH SMART SON

Receives affection, discipline, security from mature bearded Dad. Submit needs, photo, phone. PO Box 1111, Miami, FL 33168

YOUNG NOVICE NEEDS B / D TOP

Masculine GWM, 6', 155 lbs., youthful 26, very attractive, muscular novice bottom needs a masculine, attractive top with firm but gentle style to help me explore heavy, serious bondage (latex, hoods, mummification, breath control, isolation) safely as well as S / M, V / A, CB / T, electricity? Take me to my limits and help me expand them in order to please you. No scat, FF, damage. Please write soon with photo. I need you now. Ft. Lauderdale area. Box 6024

TOPMAN / DAD WANTED

You: 30+, hairy, aggressive. Me: 31, 6', 230 black / blue, beard / stach. Into FF, CB / T, S / M, B / D, verbal abuse, dildoes, shaving, leather, and uniforms. Stable, employed homeowner. Strong will requires heavy hand. HTLV-3 neg. Beginning BB. History and photo sent upon contact. Send letter and photo to: Behr, PO Box 3166, Venice, FL 34293. (LF6058)

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 5774LF

ILLINOIS

YOUNG SADIST wants Chicago-area masochists for strict bondage and heavy abuse. If you're trim, under 35 and think you can handle heavy CBT, TT and whipping while securely bound spread-eagle with a large gag strapped in your mouth, then send photo and phone to Box 5976

STUD SLAVE WANTED

Topman, 39, seeks muscled slave 21-40 to train in male servitude. Resistance receives discipline. Box 126, 606 Barry, Chicago, IL 60657

HOT VOYEUR COUPLE

Horny, masculine GWC, 39 / 40, into exploring leather world seeks to meet compatible COU-PLES to share our playroom (fucking, sucking , 69). ONLY into watching, being watched (NO contact). Interests-Jocks, Leather / Levi, Uniforms, Dad / Son couples. Hairy a plus. NO kinky, far out or heavy scenes. Boxholders, PO Box 41-1175, Chicago, IL 60641. LF6053

DUELLING DICKS

WM looking for head-to-head combat. Let's lock pissholes and come out swinging. I'm small, but my hands like beating big cocks into submission. Travel locally, all races. Box 6038

B / D UNIFORMS LEATHER are my game. Looking for young C-U guys who want to play. Your letter, photo, phone gets mine. Box 6041

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 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

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

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)

HEAVY PHYSICAL ABUSE-S / M needed by Chicago area 36-year-old, blond, mustache, 6', 165 lbs., from women or masculine men who like workin' over a guy with whips, abrasives, clamps, cigars, other torture gear, marks ok. No sexual contact. Write Drummer Box 6007

TOPMAN WANTED

Handsome WM, 31, 6'2", 160 lbs., bottom, seeks Master. Crave ass, TT and ball work. Safe sex. Central Indiana. Picture if possible. Box 6011

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INDIANA

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

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 NIGHTCRAWLER Leatherbottom, GWM, 35, 5'6", 145 lbs. beard. Versatile, openminded and stable. Likes leather, pron, cigars, cyclists and fantasy scenes. Looking for a healthy man for shared interests. 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. (LF5756)

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 P.M.

MASSACHUSETTS

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)

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

HAIRY DADDY

40-year-old hairy WM, moustache, hung, uncut seeks masculine man to explore possi- bilities—bondage, C&B / T, spanking, intimacy. If you want to be treated like a man and never say no, you won't be disappointed. New Englanders and weekend guests to Boston welcome. Box 5986LF

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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)

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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)

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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.

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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. Me, 45, slim, 5'11", br, hzl. Ltr phone ass photo if poss, not nec. Box 5854

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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)

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

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)

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200, hairy, handsome, healthy, WM, 6'3", 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 5368LF

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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 3 / 41 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

LEATHER LIFESTYLE

This isn't a sex ad. Want to setup / join heavily sexualized, serious leather / SM household with career-oriented type(s). My vices: excessive cigarettes, cigars, beer, popper, untidi- ness. NO DRUGSI 37, white, cerebral, educated , cultured, make good money: kinky as hell. Improverished quasiliterates unwelcome. Commutable Greater NYC. LF 5813

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

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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, 22½" thighs, 16%" calves, 7½" 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.

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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 clean- ing 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)

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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

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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

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Swimmer, 30, 6'1", intelligent, WASPy, intense, looking for another hot man to explore S / M bondage, affection, more, Box 6013

ASS TORTURE

How much can you give me? New York City guys only. Box 6009

INDUSTRIAL SUB-BASEMENT with headroom and plumbing or floor drain, 24-hour access, needed by maverick waterproofing engineer. Secure storage area for insulated undergear, greasesuits, welder's leathers, tarpaulin oversuits, rigger's safety shoes, sleeping bag, on-site contact with subterranean tough subterranean jackers, head- drillers+wipers and cool supers. Sample oil deliveries and inspection of sites in Manhattan's manmade caves and tunnels. Have truck. Box 6006

LOVE / RESPECT YOURSELF?

Maybe I can use, not abuse you. Trim-bearded leatherman (long relationship over) seeks to reasure, not trash. Unsatisfied degrading masotricks, seeks to upgrade live-in boyish (twenties-thirties) slaveboy / son. Can you deserve luxury NYC home, European travel, happily serve master in / out bed, fully satisfy dominant man, appreciate good home, generosity , caring, secutity? Proud to be bottom? Ready to be owned, fulfilled? apply now, photos answered fastest. Box 6001

BOUND AND HELPLESS

Muscular GWM, 29, 5'9", 172 lbs., looking for hot leather top to tie him up tight, leaving him helpless. The rest is up to top. NYC, Westches-ter , Bronx area preferred. Box 6000

BLACK BALLS / WHITE BALLS

White male, 58, wants to kiss, lick, suck balls of trim-bodied black man. White balls will also be honored. Box 5999

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

32, 5'8", 160 lbs., bluecollar seeks others ready to explore descipline scenes using interrogation techniques such as bondage, CBT, etc. that conclude with a formal ass whipping. Mostly bottom, inexperienced wel- come. Box 20040, 693 Columbus Ave., NYC 10025

PUSSY SLAVE wants strong master. You're the man and I'm your male cunt to serve all your needs. Call (516) 379-6233

BONDAGE

Beer-gut, tattooed topman wanted. Dig overpowering , cigarette smoking bondage top to tie, gag and work his captive. Safe sex only. Me, 49, 5'5", 160 lbs., 6" cut, hairy chest. Box 6033

QUEENS AREA

Nam vet, 39, 6', 160 lbs., Queens area, enjoys servicing mature married exec types. No photos please. Box 4033, NYC 10017

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., 61*, 52-yr.-old, size 13 boot, heavy boot service, leather, uniforms, subservience. No scat, heavy pain. Eves. until 11 P.M. (513) 423-5159.

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.

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 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 44551 F

HOT PORTLAND MAN

5'10", 150, dark, handsome, seeking another hot man for mutual fantasy exploration . Prefer intelligent / passionate, somewhat cruel S / M with experienced top 30-45. Varied interests. Wish to further expand my limits. Photo Box 6003

PENNSYLVANIA

BLACK LEATHER COP-TYPE

Destined for western PA, 38, 5'8", blond wants to fuck around with / room weekends with Nazi and / or cop-types. No S / M. Blair / Cambria/ Adams / Berks / WVA get free bootpiece. Geff Landolin Hewell, PO Box 272364 Concord, CA 94527

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

PITTSBURGH AREA

X-college football player, 31, 6'4", 225 lbs., accepting applications for the position of my personal slave. Phone and photos are re- quired of all applicants. Beginners are welcome , but must demonstrate that they have the proper attitude. Ideal candidates would be between 18 and 35, straight-looking and acting, work out and take pride in their physical appearance. Wimps, fats and fems need not waste the postage. Discretion assured and photos returned. Apply to: Mas- ter, PO Box 55, Glenshaw, PA 15116. (LF4484)

LIVE-IN

GWM 18-30 son into heavy C&BT, TT, whipping and long-term bondage, desired by GWM dad into same. You will live days on Soloflex machine and in my well-equipped playroom. I'm into creative scenes. Leave your age, height, weight, heaviest scenes and best time to return call. CJ <math>-</math> (201) 874-6909. I-78 and I-287S. (LF5982)

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, 100 Fr, Cr. A, 71 All featurage congridered 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)

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)

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 cop with a desire to rape a lone motorist. A hard, hot-headed Marine MP with a mean streak a mile wide. A sweaty, raunchy 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 CAROLINA

SUBMISSIVE ORAL SERVICE

WM, 24, seeks tops / leathermen to submit to their oral and other needs. Horny topmen please write with photo, phone to: PO Box 6947, Columbia, SC 29260

TENNESSEE

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

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.

IN SEARCH OF HOT DAD

Young man needs big Daddy (200 lbs.+). Use and abuse my desert hole. Be rugged, no fems. (615) 356-9127

TEXAS

DALLAS

Hot, horny hole needs large tool, hands, toys. GWM, 32, seeks above. Nude photo gets response. Member Leather Fraternity. Box 5459LF

WHIPPING BOY Blond, moustache, 37 yrs., 6½", 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.

CROTCH SNIFFERS

Arrogant Houston stud, 6', 160 lbs., gym-toned and hung, humiliates and abuses brown-nosing wimps. Box 5961

TOILET WIMP

Ready to service your masculine body! I'm boyishly attractive, mid 20s, smooth, trim body. PO Box 36005, Dallas, TX 75235-1005

SON / HOUSEBOY

Looking for a son 18-25 who needs love and a firm hand. Qualified son will relocate. Send application now. Box 6039

LOW HANGERS WANTED

Surrender to me your cock and balls for heavy torture. Any age. Sex not required. Bill, (214) 520-8647.

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)

SUBSCRIBE TO DRUMMER

ENEMAS IN VERMONT

Newly out, 1 year. New in VT. Submissive slave seeks enema master, nurse, gym coach. I'm real and I'm looking for a master and possible friend. PO Box 262, Jeffersonville, VT 05464

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

WASHINGTON

SERIOUS GAMES FOR MEN

Need versatile buddy for long sessions mutu- ally 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

SUBMIT

Submit to those desires inspired by your current reading and mail a letter of application . Degree of experience not as important as degree of willingness. 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

When answering foreign ads with box numbers, remember to include the correct amount of overseas airmail postage. Current rates are 44¢ per 1 / 2-ounce. Letters without correct postage will be destroyed.

BIG BUTTOCKS AND HOT, HOT TITS

6'5" attractive 40. Soft womanly body. Big cock. Scared of feminine desires and whore fantasies. Needs attention, shaving, tuition, please, Sir. Health conscious. Travels States, Europe. Box 6002

MUSCLEMEN: VISIT EUROPE!

Muscular weightlifter, attractive 41, 6', 185, offers lodging, submission to dominant body builders, hunky athletes in Geneva, Switzer- land. Leather, light S / M, culture tool Phone Switzerland, (22) 45-38-86, or photo / letter to Drummer Rox 5995

BOUND AND GAGGED

Bondage bottom looking for safe and sensible Top, for monogamous partnership involving home, business and being together. Enjoys videos, movies, good food and wine, swimming , traveling and quiet times, etc. I'm into prolonged sessions. Enjoy being blindfolded hooded, bound, gagged. Also mummification, sensual deprivation & stimulation. Light to moderate pain, bondage. You: 25-35, smooth, handsome, moderate build a plus. Me: 28 handsome, moderate build with a small handicap . Photo & phone / address with your reply. Box 5955LF

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

PRAIRIE LEATHERMEN

Two guys, 34, 6'3", 200 lbs., and 25, 6', 170 lbs. Into heavy ass-play, tit-torture, cock & ball torture, hot wax, bondage and damn near any other safe sex you can imagine. We travel around Alberta, Montana, Manitoba & North Dakota. Write w / photo & phone to. Kurby Smith, PO #281, Sub #1, Moose Jaw, Sas-katchewan , Canada S6H 5V0.

DR. SOUGHT

Good-looking, 33, 6'3", 210, dark hair / beard, seeks "doctor" to give me a complete naked physical examination, paying particular atten- tion to cock, balls and ass. Looking for a scene that's as realistic as possible. Photo / phone preferred. Vancouver. Box 5658LF

ENGLAND

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

MASTERS FIND THEIR SLAVES IN DEAR SIR

TRAVELLING SLAVES

Meet your match in a 6' blond living in London. Am into bondage, FF, body shaving and a desire to turn you into a slave. You, any nationality with a strong desire to serve. Get writing, cocksucker. Box 5829

HOT LEATHER GUY

32 yrs., fair hair, blue eyes, 6'2", muscular, 177 lbs., 9" uncut. Versatile FF, CBT, TT, into safe sex with lots of imagination and men who like to give and receive. Have good collection leather and rubber. Write explicit letter with photo or phone. London 767-3954

GUATEMALA

LEATHER CONTACTS

Interested in contacting people with the same leather interests, to increase our group in this country. I'm Guatemalan. Please contact tel. 061-8844 or Box 5396LF.

SWITZERLAND

COMING TO SWITZERLAND?

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)

MUSCLEMEN: VISIT EUROPE!

Muscular weightlifter, attractive 41, 6', 185 lbs., offers lodging in Geneva, Switzerland. Leather, light S / M, culture too! Phone Switzer-land 22 45-38-86, or photo / letter to Drummer Box 5995

WEST GERMANY

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

WANTED: MAN-FRIEND

German boy (29 years / 786 cm / bodybuilder/ brown hair and eyes / good-looking) who likes everything (except: piercing / FF), seeks American boyfriend in Bamberg. Box 6022

MODELS NATIONWIDE

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.

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

DESMODUS, INC.

PO BOX 11314, SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94101-1314

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BONDAGE TRIPS

You can't go nearly as far as I can take you-and return. Scenes from 4 hours to 5 days. Fully equipped South-of-Market playroom . Leather straitjacket, manacles, hoods, gags, police equipment, suspension, mirrors -sensual trips-or lite to heavy SM. Will videotape your session—you get only copy. Call Leathermaster Jack, (415) 680-8959 or write PO Box 271403, Concord, CA 94527.

MARK CHESTER

Drummers 48, 61, 64, 86, 88, 93. Intelligent, creative, caring and skilled. (415) 621-6294. POB 42501, SF, CA 94101.

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

PIERCING

Watch and maybe film while I get pierced. Prices vary. Also C&BT, hot wax, bondage, W / M 24. Send letter and photo. spanking. Box 5926

BONDAGE TRIPS

See ad under Northern California Models. Master Jack. In L.A. often.

MODELS FLORIDA

SELECT A STUD

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.

MODELS NEW YORK

WANTED: HAIRY SLAVES in good shape. Others will have to work harder to please me! 33-year-old, young exec.-GQ type master, in denim or black leather, dispenses discipline and punishment. Don't let my affable exterior mislead you. I am an expert pain / pleasure, and ball master. Hard- worked sensitized tits brushing against a shirt will cause my slave's cock to rise to full attention days after we've parted company! Safe activities in a clean environment-a well-equipped mirrored bedroom / playroom Special equipment: a heavy iron jail-cell type gate to which slaves will be tied, gagged, flogged, and made to take it like a man! Call Luke to 2 AM only at (212) 772-1097. Expensive, but worth it. Phone verification required from the start. Novices welcome— step out of Drummer's fantasy and experience the Drummer reality!

MASTER DOUG: UNCUT & HUNG Long-haired blond hunk. Kneel before me

BONDAGE TRIPS

See ad under Northern California Models Master Jack. In NY often.

BLACK SPANKING & ENEMA GIVIN' MASSEUR!

I'm licensed to massage, and highly skilled at ass-whipping hot butts stretched out on my massage table. Enemas your pleasure? Try my secret formula stirring up your insides, making your bowels explode loads of paydirt. So all you naughty business types, laborers, jocks, etc. pick up the phone or write to receive my hot, illustrated brochure, $1. John Rose, 235 E. 26th St., #3B, New York, NY 10010. (212) 889-5477.

MAIL ORDER

The California law now reads that anyone conducting a mail order business, or offering items for sale through the mail and using a post office box or mail drop service, must reveal, in all advertising, the address at which the business is being conducted. To advertisers, this address must be included in all ad copy. To readers, the address that appears at the end of a mail order ad (in parentheses) is the address required by state law. Most firms still prefer that correspondence be sent to the listed box number.

16" ENGINEER BOOTS $98

50 other styles to choose from. Send SASE to Gledhill, 2112 Lyric, Los Angeles, CA 90027.

ENGLISH RIDING BOOTS

Hot Horny Irish Stud in black leather / Levi's and English riding boots. 5 sexy boot-licking color photos for $15. Send Check / M.O. to Sir James Boots, PO Box 6100, Evanston, IL 60204

LEATHER COCK STRAPS

Quality 3-snap $2.50, Velcro fasten $2.50, 5-snap $3.50 + .50 ea. postage. Send $1 for list of other hot leather goods. MR. RED, 378 Alemany Blvd., San Francisco, CA 94110.

DRAWINGS BY REX

Hot, horny, unrelenting front-line stud action captured in explosive drawings by one of the top erotic artists of our time. Send $5.00 for ten 81 / 2"×11" black and white samples plus full information on how to receive more. Send check or money order made payable to DRAWINGS BY REX to Post Office Box 347, San Francisco, CA 94101. State that you are over 21 years of age and wish to receive this material.

THE HUN

For information on Hun Art, send a stamped self-addressed envelope and a statement that you are over 21 years of age to: The Hun, PO 800003308, Portland, OR 97211.

HOT KINKS

Videos, pix, newsletter devoted to head / body shaving, enemas, watersports, heavy-duty SM, foodsex, all fetishes, and more! You name it; we've got it! Free info. Free newsletter ad: T.R. Witomski, 41 Bonaire Dr., Toms River, NJ 08757. Models wanted; good $$$. Also looking for writers and artists for newsletter.

PISS / SHIT

Piss-soaked jock, letter & picture, or scat- smeared briefs, $15. "Phone Phucks" cas-sette , $10. Bondage Fotoset $12. PO Box 14425, San Francisco, CA 94114.

RAUNCHY VIDEOS

Piss Pig, Piss Pig 2, Teenage Bedwetter, Spanking Is Safe Sex, Abuse, Cum Chronicles, Latino Men, Ass Eater, Enema Pig, Foreskin 1,2,3,4, Shave Pig, Chubby Chaser, Fist Pig, Grandpa Finds A Dildo. Color-VHS-Beta. $59.95 each. Catalog $1. Sirco, PO Box 14425, San Francisco, CA 94114.

ON OUR BACKS the sexual entertainment magazine for lesbians , is 48 pages of erotic fiction, features, pictures, plus timely sexual advice and news columns. We are quarterly, national, unique and provocative. $15 / yr. sub. or $5 current issue to: On Our Backs, PO Box 421916, San Francisco, CA 94142.

FORESKIN FORUM

A whole bunch of big, fat, uncut dongs on muscular, buffed-out dudes-bodybuilders, surfers, polo players, firemen, ruggers, daddies . Do stretching, chewing, blowing, vacuum pumping, pissing & rich, thick, creaming. Beautifully detailed close-ups, 90 mins. VHS/ Beta. $28 to: Scorpion Productions, 1801 Lincoln, Suite 106, Venice, CA 90291. VISA/ MC. (213) 550-1303 or (213) 202-4342.

YOUNG HORNY COMPETITIVE BBs

From Gold's Gym, Venice, CA, pose, shower and J / O for you. 2 hours, VHS / Beta. $35 complete to: REELBEEF, 1801 Lincoln, Suite 106, Venice, CA 90291. MC / VISA. (213) 550- 1303 or (213) 202-4342.

FOOT WORSHIP

Young, horny, big-dicked gymnast "does" big, beautiful, sweaty, smelly feet on muscular, good-looking men fresh from the gym-after slowly removing and savoring their shoes and sweats. Watch these six gorgeous dudes get off while "doing" each other's man-feet. 66 minutes. VHS / Beta, $38 to: Scorpion Productions , 1801 Lincoln, Suite 106, Venice, CA 90291. VISA / MC. (213) 550-1303 or (213) 202-4342.

RUBBER BONDAGE

Inflatable helmet and gag shown in Drummer 64, page 12, and special helmet in Drummer 86, pages 20 & 112, 172 items, list $3. Remawear, Sherwood House, Burnley Road, Todmorden, Lancashire OL14 7ET, England.

CUT HIGH & SKIN TIGHT

The Haircut Club presents: Cut High & Tight and Skin Tight videos. Watch four Marines getting their haircuts clean shaved. $46.95 each. Make check to Edward Guillen, PO Box 3712, Brownsville, TX 78520. VHS Format Only.

SEXSHEET

Extraordinary, durable, luxuriously sensual leather-like vinyl fitted bedcovers made by hot men for hot men. Guaranteed waterproof, greaseproof and easy to clean and care for. Write: MH, Box 6BW 250 W 24th St., NYC 10011. We're in the business of making sex better!

BEST IN AUDIO TAPES

Fantasy tapes like (Whip Fire) (Porn Calls) (Marine Brig) and information tapes like (Master ) (slave) (Interview with Teen-Aged Prostitute ). Each tape $9.95. Send for list. Hatfield House, PO Box 1329, Guerneville, CA 95446

WET & SHITTY PANTS!

Featured in VIDEO Action and Color Photo sets. 90 young studs into pissing & dumping! Pissed Pants, Jockey shorts, Soaked Beds, Drenched and Dripping Diapers, Dumped-in Levis, Fountains of Youth, Monster Dumps, Hot Enemas, W / S Exchangel Send $5 (refundable) for 64-page PHOTO illustrated Catalog and Sample. Michael Steven Holden, 11684 Ventura Boulevard, Studio City, CA 91604. (Foreign Orders Welcome)

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HEAVY ACTION Audio tapes: $1 / SASE to POB 4622, SF, CA 94101

PHONE SEX

IT'S BETTER IN LEATHER!

I'm just one of 1000s of guys who love the smell, look and touch of a real leatherman. Let's get together on the Private, Low-Cost Sex-Link. (415) 346-8747.

CALL YOUR UNCUT MASTER!

24-hour phone action with over 30 sweaty hard studs waiting to get off with you. All scenes including: uncut, body builders, truckers , bikers, watersports, spanking, verbal abuse and more. How much can you handle? Call your Masters now. No recordings. Visa/ Mastercard / Amex. (213) 653-8082.

NATIONWIDE PHONE-SEX CLUB

Join & receive monthly lists & make as many calls as you want!

For Membership Info Call: (213) 672-2121 or Write: P.S.C., 2554 Lincoln Blvd. 399 Marina Del Rey, CA 90291 American Express, VISA, Mastercard

THE BEST PHONE FANTASY

IS HARD TO GET! (801) 532-6406 (MC / Visa)

B&K FANTASY PHONESEX

Two construction workers with thick, long sweaty cocks, rock-hard pecs and stomachs are waiting to take your mind and body on that special trip. We are into all scenes and fantasies. Call Bane or Keith. $20, V / MC. (315) 457-6073.

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

BALL CLUB QUARTERLY

Men who have'em. Men who want 'em. Information. SASE. BCDR, PO Box 1501, Pomona, CA 91769.

SAN DIEGO FORESKIN

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DRUMMER DADDIES

Denver's Drummer Daddies contest was reported in Drummer 109, but there was no room for photos. Here are, left to right: Jeff Buppert, Mr.

Leather Colorado 1987, organizer and MC of the event, Jeff Cheek, Coach (second runner-up ); Alexi Gruen (Drummer Daddy); and Kean Cameron, Uncle (first runner-up).

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SAN FRANCISCO LEATHER DADDY'S BOY

Interchain-San Francisco sponsored its Fifth Annual Leather Daddy's Boy Contest on September 6th at the San Francisco Eagle. The judges included Drummer's Andy Charles and limEd Thompson as well as several other leather notables from San Francisco and Seattle. Mr. Northern California Drummer , Pete Pettine, served as co-MC of the contest in which ten Bay-area Leather Boys competed . The winner was John

Cassase. I hope we can convince him and Zack Long, the recently-selected San Francisco Leather Daddy, to do a joint photo spread for a future Drummer Daddies section.

Alan Selby coordinated the event which packed the San Francisco Eagle's patio with one of the hottest collections of leather men I've seen since the Mr. Drummer finals. The whole event was a fund raiser for the AIDS Emergency Fund, an organization with no paid staff that gives grants directly to people with AIDS. The beer bust, raffle and auction of donated items raised over $7,000. This included the $1,000 bid for the famous statue of Mi-chaelangelo's "David in Leather " which for years graced FeBe's. When it closed last year, FeBe's was one of the oldest leather bars in the country.

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IN PASSING

Michel Rousse Mr. Mid-Atlantic Leather 1987 First Runner-Up International Mr. Leather 1987

Our all too small photo of this furry Montreal police officer brought a storm of letters asking for a better view of him. Sorry, you'll have to use X-ray vision of the pouch!

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