Property of Jake Ranes bodyguard-stud. Don't get me wrong, he could handle himself. He had a lot of spunk in those 135 pounds. He could even give me all that I could handle.

And seeing him now, four years later, he looked like he could give me MORE than I could handle. He'd grown a little, to about five-nine or so, and filled out a lot-20 or 30 pounds worth, I'd guess, mostly in the chest, shoulders, and arms. He was wearing an oversized tank-top tucked into undersized Levi's which showed off a tight little waist and strong muscular thighs.

I tried not to notice the large bulge at his crotch, but couldn't help but notice the effect that he had on MY crotch, as I remembered back to a warm July day when I was working on his Dad's ranch. I was 29 and had been the hired hand ever since returning from 'Nam as a 22-year-old seasoned vet. Tim was an only child, and I'd become sort of a big brother to him. We'd become buddies despite the

13-year difference in our ages.

This particular July day the summer before Tim's senior year, I'm cleaning out the stables when out of the loft the little fucker jumps on my back and starts whaling on me. Well, I go down when he falls on me, but then I get up and toss him into a hayrack and laugh at him. That only gets him riled up, so he charges me and catches me at the knees, and the next thing I know, the little bastard's tripped me up and is trying to pin me!

Well, I can't let him get away with that, so after some wrestling around, I get him off me and roll him over on his belly and ask him if he's going to be a good boy and leave me to do my chores, and all he says is he's going to kick my ass! Do you believe it?! And I knew he meant to keep trying, too, and that if I was going to get any work done, I'd have to deal with him first.

So, holding him down, I grabbed some rope hanging on the wall and hogtied him. I stood over him a minute or two, straddling, enjoying the power I had over him, while he kicked and jerked in his ropes and called me a few bad names.

But when I stepped away from him, the feeling of triumph was quickly demolished when his curses turned to laugh- ter. "Ha! Looks like you threw yourself a boner, Matt! You like rolling around in the hay with dudes? Hah!' was wearing baggy coveralls, nothing else, and sure enough, I'd sprung a hard-on without even realizing. You couldn't miss it: it pushed out against my pantleg for what seemed like halfway to my knee.

The little hogtied squirt, helpless as he was, kept mocking me.

"Hey, fag farmer! You look like you need a fucking fag sheep to screw! Why

I could see him staring up at me, wide-eyed. helpless. but still defiant. struggling against his bonds. That had the effect of making my cock all the harder. The harder and bigger it got, the harder Tim stared. and the more embarrassed and angry I became. The hornier, too.

DRUMMER 128

æ don't you shove that fag prick of yours up some pig's butt and mm-mf-mf-mf…

I shoved my bandanna into his wiseass mouth to shut him up and left him there gagged and hogtied. I went back to finish my work, but it wasn't easy. I could see him staring up at me, wide-eyed, helpless but still defiant, struggling against his bonds. That had the effect of making my cock all the harder. The harder and bigger it got, the harder Tim stared, and the more embarrassed and angry I became. The hornier, too.

Finally I gave up trying to work, threw the shovel aside, and walked over and stood above him. I reached into my overalls and pulled my dick up from my pantleg to where it stood against my belly, still trapped inside my overalls, and stroked it slowly. Tim's eyes stared up at me and he strained a little more in his ropes.

I bent over and set him up so that, still tied and gagged, he was sitting back on his heels, leaning back and supporting himself with his arms. Straw and dirt stuck to his naked, sweaty chest and belly. In that position, he clearly showed a hardon himself, laid out on the left side of his lap under his Levis.

'Looks like you're a bit worked up yourself there, boy," I said as I jabbed at it with the toe of my boot. "The way you keep staring at me, you'd think you'd never seen a fullgrown man before. You want to see it, Runt?"

He didn't answer, so I gave him a slap across the head.

"I said, do you want to see it!" I demanded, and he nodded his head rather than get hit again.

I stepped back and leaned against the wall, my crotch pushed forward. I reached inside my overalls and started slowly stroking my cock while staring hard at my bound and gagged little tormentor. With my left hand, I undid the snaps holding the overalls up, and let the bib droop so that my chest was bare and just the head of my cock was showing. I played a little with a tit, and rubbed my pecs. My fingers moved along the line of hair down my front to my navel, where they found the head of my swollen, throbbing dick. My overalls slid down to below my balls and clung to my thighs.

Tim's stare had sort of a glazed-over look, and his hips writhed slowly as his hard cock strained to break out of his Levis. I pretended not to notice as I glared at him while stroking my meat with both hands. Then I pulled on my balls and fondled them, slowly jacking off as Tim strained harder and harder against

In not too long a time, I felt the hot cum swell in my cock, but I kept the strokes steady and slow until, in a huge boiling rush, it all come shooting out. I was

standing a good four feet or so away from where I'd propped Tim up, but my cum spurt him square in the face, and the following squirts slopped down onto his bare chest and stomach. I came all over him-about a milk-bucket's worth- and when I was finally drained, I just stood there a while, looking down at him as he stared back up, panting.

Holding onto my pants, I stepped up to him and took the bandanna out of his mouth. It was wet with his spit. I used it to first clean off my cock, and then to wipe my cum off his face and chest. I noticed a large sticky spot on the left side lap of his Levi's, which had obviously come from the inside. I pressed the sole of my boot against that spot with the heel planted

"Looks like you sprung a leak, boy," I sneered with satisfaction, as I tied the spit- and cum-covered bandanna around his neck.

"Now, before I let you up, are you going to promise to be a good boy and let the man do his work?"

He stared down at the floor and didn't answer, so I let him have it hard with a backhand across the side of his head.

Well, are ya?" I growled, and raised my hand back threateningly. He nodded his head fast and furious.

"And another thing," I went on. "If you ever breathe a word of this to anybody, it'll be YOUR little butt, not the sheep's, that I shove this big prick up. You understand , boy?"

"Yes, sir!" he answered smartly, so I gave him a couple pats on the head as reward.

Then I untied him and lifted him to his feet. And wouldn't you know, the little fuck started shuffling around and jabbing at me like he wanted to fight! He boxed a couple of light punches into my midsection, and I started to get pissed off again until I caught the gleam in his eye. That just made me laugh, and he beamed his big ear-to-ear grin, picked up a shovel, and helped me finish cleaning out the stables.

Nothing like that ever happened again, and like I say, we were separated about a year later. But here he was again, and now, if I hadn't been wearing a jock, my dick would've been probably ALL the way to my knee this time, just thinking about that day in the barn and seeing him here.

I lit up a cigarette and strutted over to where he was standing.

"Hey, shit-head! Long time no see!"

He jerked around to see who was calling him a shit-head, gave a blank stare for about a half second, and then broke into that little boy ear-to-ear grin of his and yelled, "Matt! I don't believe it! Where'd you come from?!"

He looked great: real healthy. His

… My cum spurt him sauare in the face. and the following squirts slopped down onto his bare chest and stomach. I came all over him -about a milk bucket's worth-and when I was finally drained. I just stood there a while. looking down at him as he stared back up. panting.

DRUMMER 128 strawberry blond hair was cut very short, like a military cut. His dark brown eyes shone clear and bright, and his smooth skin had a rich tan that made the heavy metal chain padlocked around his neck seem all the shinier.

He shook my hand firmly and said, "It's really great to see you, Matt. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch; I was a worthless punk in those days. When did you get out? Where you living?'

He was sincerely glad to see me, and had obviously grown up in more ways than just physically.

I told him about my parole two years ago, and how I'd worked my way West, and that I lived here in town now; how I'd lost my third job in the last nine months not too long ago and had been kicked out of my room in a cheap hotel a couple of days back and was sleeping in the park; how I spent my days pan-handling for drinking money.

'Sounds like things aren't goin' too good for you right now," he said, and then sort of laughed a little, embarrassed at his understatement.

"No big deal," I assured him. "I'll get it together. No problem. Wanna go have a beer someplace?"

He said he was waiting for his ride home; said he lived a few miles out of town with some other guys on a ranch.

I offered him a cigarette, and he at first shook his head quickly "no," then, looking nervously up the street, said, "I shouldn't, but I guess just one won't hurt. Thanks." And I lit him up.

After a couple of hits, he says, "I'd really like to spend some time catching up with you. I'd invite you over right now, only I can't bring anyone home without getting prior approval. But look. See that building going up across the street? I'm a worker on it!'

He said it with a lot of pride, and put on a hard-hat that I hadn't even noticed he was holding, as if to prove it to me. He grinned his grin again, and went on.

"We get lunch at 11:00, and if you're not busy, why don't you meet me here tomorrow and eat with me, O.K.?'

I said sure.

Just then, this 4-wheeler—a Bronco, with oversized tires—slams to a stop, and Tim jumps a foot and quickly throws the cigarette away. He looked like a puppy that had just been caught pissing on the rug and knew what would happen next. The door opened from inside and I got a glimpse of the driver. He looked to be a few years older than Tim, with black, very short hair, very clean-cut looking.

Tim leapt into the truck, and called back that he'd see me tomorrow, and they drove off.

I had even more trouble than usual sleeping that night, thinking about Tim, amazed at how much he'd grown up. I

"That was almost three years ago." beamed Tim. "And that was Jake. Jake Ranes. I've learned a lot since then. He's trained me physically and mentally. and, well. iust look!" "What about those marks on your back? Bruises?" It looked as though a belt had been applied vigorously and repeatedly.

Property of Jake Ranes wondered about the guy in the Bronco, what Tim's living situation was, whose approval he needed before he could have visitors over, and about a hundred other questions. And just the anticipation of seeing him again the next day got me so wound up that I had to jack off three or four times before I finally got relaxed enough to sleep.

The next day I was there early, waiting for him, and as he joined me, I noticed that he walked and sat kind of gingerly, like he hurt. His spirits were as high and enthusiastic as the day before, and he smiled a lot as he told me about the last few years of his life.

After graduation, he had enlisted in the Navy, but after only seven months he had been discharged dishonorably—a hopeless fuckup that the military didn't have time for. He'd wandered around and gotten into minor trouble, in and out of jail, unable or unwilling to work.

One day, partly from a need to eat, and partly from a desire to be "bad," he'd decided to rob a convenience store. He entered the store, heart pounding, oblivious to the surroundings. He marched to the counter, pulled out his unloaded Saturday Night Special, and was about to demand money from the clerk—who had his back turned—when a large arm grabbed him around the chest from behind. Another hand quickly disarmed him.

A deep, quiet voice said, "Not a word." He felt himself lifted bodily off the floor and carried out of the store. The clerk never knew he'd even been there.

Once outside, the arm released him, and he turned to see a tall, dark man with a very imposing physique studying his gun.

"Not even loaded. You trying to get yourself killed or what?" the man scolded. Then he ordered, "Follow me." Not knowing exactly why, but feeling compelled to act, Tim obeyed, and was led to a bus-stop bench where they sat and talked for two or three hours. The man interrogated him thoroughly, wanting to know all about Tim's past, his goals, if any, his beliefs, everything. Tim answered all the questions openly and honestly, still not knowing why he should, but again feeling he had to.

Finally the man said, "I'd say you've led a worthless life up to now, but you seem to have some potential. I think you could be trained to be of some use. How would you like that? How would you like to have some value?'

Now knowing exactly what the man meant by that, but thinking it sounded good to him, Tim answered, "Sure! Who wouldn't?" Nobody had every been so upfront with him before. It hadn't been done judgmentally, either: just as a statement of fact.

The man let out a little snort in response to Tim's enthusiastic response, and said, "You'll learn. I got a feeling about you." He got up and strode over to a big Harley_parked at the curb and mounted it. Tim hesitated for half a second, then jumped to his feet and ran over and climbed on the bike behind him. The man grabbed hold of his forearms and pulled them around his waist, and before Tim could react he felt cold steel clamp around one wrist and then the other, and he was handcuffed to the big man, his face pressed against the back of his leather jacket.

"Can't be losing you before we even get started, can we?" the man said, and off they roared on the bike, not stopping until they reached his ranch.

"That was almost three years ago," beamed Tim, "And that was Jake. Jake Ranes. I've learned a lot since then. I have a purpose and a commitment. I take pride in myself and I feel worthwhile. He's trained me physically and mentally, and, well, just look!

He stood up, smiling, for me to admire. I did. He even stripped off his tee-shirt so I could see all his new muscles. I couldn't argue with the results, but I did have a question.

"What about those marks on your back-bruises?" It looked as though a belt had been applied vigorously and repeatedly.

"I broke a rule—the 'no smoking' rule.

Yesterday. With you.'

"You get a beating like this for a couple of hits off a cigarette?" I asked, amazed, pissed off at this Jake person.

"I disobeyed," Tim replied calmly. "I violated his trust. I deserved the punishment ." He pulled his shirt back on, covering the marks, though it was obvious he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed to show them to me, or to the fucking world, for that matter.

"So that was this Jake guy in the Bronco yesterday," I surmised.

'No. No," Tim corrected. "That was Gray. He's another one of Jake's boys. He's been with Jake for about five years. He told Jake about me smoking. It was his duty.

"Another one of his boys … ? How many does he have?"

'Only three of us right now: Gray, me, and Jeff. Jeff was brought in just a few months ago. They're just like the brothers I always wanted: sort of like when I was a kid and pretended like you were my big brother, he added with an embarrassed grin. I felt a little tug of pride. He went on. "Gray met Jeff and brought him home for Jake—kind of a birthday present. His training has hardly begun. There have been others come and go, but they couldn't take it-Jake doesn't put up with

any bullshit. He expects the best. But the satisfaction you get from performing up to his expectations is really worth the hard work and discipline, believe me.'

Like I said, I couldn't argue with the results, but still, I didn't like the idea of Tim—my "kid brother"—being used and abused like some dumb plow horse. I felt protective of him, as always, and jealous. And angry towards this man who had assumed control over him.

As though Tim read my mind, he said, "I chose this. I chose to commit myself. I'm real lucky to be one of the ones that he's kept.

İ didn't say anything, just kind of grum- bled into the sandwich Tim had brought me as I took a bite. After a while he broke the uneasy silence.

"I told Jake all about you last night, and he said it'd be O.K. if I brought you out to the ranch tonight so you can see for yourself. Want to?"

I pretended not to care one way or the other for a while, but then finally grunted and said, "I guess. Why not?"

Damn right I wanted to see this place, and check out this prick that was treating

Tim like shit!

'Great!" said Tim. "Meet me here at four!" And he put on his hardhat and ran back to work. I watched him go, admiring the broad V-shaped back (bruised, but beautiful,) and his hard round butt, which flexed through the denim with every step.

I spent the afternoon panhandling enough money to buy a cheap bottle of bourbon, and by the time Gray came to pick us up in the Bronco, I'd already had a snort or two. I offered the bottle to Tim and his "brother," but I guess they wer- en't thirsty. Gray nodded when Tim introduced us, but didn't say a word during the entire hour or so it took to reach the ranch. He had very thick short coal-black hair, close-set black eyes, a square chin, and a strong Roman nose: "ruggedly handsome," I guess you'd say. He looked to be about my height—six feet, give or take—and even through the dress shirt he wore, I could see that he was built.

"Gray's a legal assistant," Tim said proudly. "He's going to be a lawyer someday.'

Not much else was said by anybody the rest of the trip.

Finally, we pulled into a gravel driveway and up to a large gate. Gray keyed some numbers into a box, the gate swung open, we drove through, and the gate closed behind us. A high cyclone fence ran either direction along the highway as far as I could see; we drove a good ten minutes away from the highway before we came to the house, clearly miles from any neighbor.

I saw a barn off to the right, and next to it the top one or two feet of what had to be some sort of a large underground building.

Tim saw me staring at it and said, "That's the bunker," which answered my question without explaining the answer.

The Bronco stopped in front of the house, and Gray ran inside, while Tim climbed down and said to me, "Come on. You can keep me company while I do my chores.'

I followed him to the barn and helped him tend to a varied assortment of animals . Gray soon joined us, having changed to work clothes which strained to cover his bulging muscles. I could see a third person out in the orchard, shovell- ing in an irrigation ditch.

Working together, it didn't take long to finish the evening chores. As we headed back to the house, the person I'd seen working in the orchard joined us. Tim introduced him as Jeff; he was a young black man, about 19 or 20 with the most beautiful face I'd ever seen on a man. His most prominent features were his high cheek bones, square jaw, and large almond-shaped blue-gray eyes, made to seem even bigger by his extremely close-cropped thick black hair. He was very polite, and seemed very shy. He stood about five-eleven.

We went inside, and to a large long bedroom. Five single beds lined up against one wall, made up neatly enough to pass the most cynical drill sergeant's inspection. The room itself was spotless; and absolutely in order.

They stripped for a shower, and between them it was hard to tell who had the leanest, best-defined abs, the broadest shoulders, the best-etched chest, and the most muscular arms and legs: maybe Gray. He was a little older, and his body had matured more than the others, with a little more bulk. Any of them could have posed for a statue, though.

They had something else in common, too: each wore a heavy metal chain padlocked around his neck, and each had a scar burned into the flesh of his right buttock. It was a brand, clear and simple, like they use to define ownership of cattle. It was the letters "J" and "R", with a common vertical as in, "Property of Jake Ranes." Jeff's brand looked to be much redder than the others, as though it were fresher and still healing.

They bathed together in a large, open gym-type shower with several heads, the two younger guys playing like kids, while Gray looked on indifferently. Tim and Jeff soaped each other's backs and rinsed off. Then Jeff gave very careful attention to Gray, washing him all over, head to toe, front and back, as Gray stood passively accepting the pampering. I couldn't help notice that giving Gray this kind of service made Jeff's cock swell appreciably, and for the first time, I realized that he a heavy metal chain padlocked around his neck. and each had a scar burned into the flesh of his right buttock. It was a brand. clear and simple. like they use to define ownership of cattle. It was the letters J and R with a common vertical. as in "Property of Jake Ranes."

I heard heavy steps on the wooden porch: Jeff opened the door and in swaggered a fucking tree -a redwood-dressed in black leather from top to bottom. He wasn't really all that tall -six-two maybe-but the confidence in his walk and his general manner made him seem much bigger and more imposing.

Property of Jake Ranes didn't have one single hair anywhere below his head! His rich light-chocolate skin was shaved totally clean! Having no pubic hair made his already large cock seem all the larger as it pointed straight out in front of him.

Tim also had a hard-on. He waved for me to join them, but I stalled until they had finished. While I showered, they dried off, the younger two again playing —snapping towels and like that—and Jeff again paying special attention to Gray, All three of them had erections now, but they seemed to be going out of their way not to do anything about it, and they stayed hard even as they pulled on clean, tight Levis.

As I got out of the shower, Tim handed me some clean clothes.

"Here, these are Gray's. They should fit you O.K. We're washing yours, they were pretty raunchy.'

He was right. It had been a while since I'd taken care of myself very well. I put on Gray's old, faded, torn, and very comfortable —Levis and tee-shirt. Then I followed Tim to the living room and settled into a chair in front of a large fireplace with my bottle of bourbon while the three of them kept busy straightening up the place and fixing dinner in anticipation, obviously, of the arrival of "Mr. Wonderful ." I hated him already.

I'd just about finished off the entire fifth when I heard a motorcycle coming up and stopping out front. The guys all reacted: Gray went back to the kitchen to finish cooking, and Tim and Jeff policed the area one last time, and put another log on the fire.

I heard heavy steps on the wooden porch; Jeff opened the door and in swaggered a fucking tree—a red- wood—dressed in black leather from top to bottom. He wasn't really all that tall—six-two maybe—but the confidence in his walk and his general manner made him seem much bigger and more imposing

He was wearing black leather pants tucked into motorcycle boots that buckled almost up to his knees. The pantlegs looked as though they could barely hold together over the strain of his bulging muscular thighs. The pants fit his waist and hips precisely, neatly—not too tight, with extra material, but no either—though I noticed in the crotch, where there was a sizable bulge, there was also room to accommodate more.

As he came through the door, he removed his gloves, jacket and cap and handed them to Tim who had been anxiously waiting for them, and said, in a rich, deep voice, "How's it going, men? Everything under control?"

'Yes, Sir!" came the immediate reply, in unison. grin, and he gave Tim a light cuff on the ear before moving toward me with his hand extended.

"You must be Matt. My name is Jake.

Jake Ranes.'

'Good to meet you, man," I muttered, and shook his huge, strong hand with my firmest grip. I felt obliged to get up out of my chair out of respect for his commanding presence, but I fought that uncommon impulse and acted unimpressed. I felt competitive toward him, like there was some struggle over who was the better man. His attitude, though, made it seem like the struggle was one-sided; like the matter was already settled, and there was no reason to fight.

"Tim tells me you two go back a ways," he said.

'Yeah, man. That's right,'' I answered. I remembered the belt marks I'd seen across Tim's back, and felt hostile toward this bastard who'd done it. Jake seemed to pick up on my anger, and seemed further not to care about it in the least.

He sat down in a big, overstuffed chair, and immediately Tim and Jeff came and sat at his feet, waited for his signal, and then set to removing his boots. Jake gave each of them a light slap across the face, and they both smiled broadly at the attention, and placed the boots on the hearth.

"Before you two get too settled in, I've got an errand for you," he said. "Take the Bronco out to the old mine shaft up Rado Canyon and bring back a package I left stashed there this afternoon." They started double-timing it to the door. "Better put a tarp down in the back; it's pretty muddy up there." "Yes, Sir," they responded, and grabbed their jackets and ran out the door, just as Gray came in from the kitchen.

'Dinner's ready, Sir, any time you want it. Will we be eating together tonight?"

Jake said they wouldn't, but that he should serve the two of us now, in the living room, and eat with "the kids" when they returned from their errand. Then he should help them in the bunker with the package they'd be bringing back. "Yes, Sir," Gray answered, not trying to hide his disappointment.

He brought us our meal, and we ate there in front of the fire. Over dinner, I learned a lot about him; it seemed he already knew everything about me.

He told me he was 33-two years younger than I was. He'd been an army brat, with a very strict lieutenant colonel for a father. As an adolescent, he had rebelled, and raised as much hell as possible before getting straightened out in the service by a Marine sergeant. He'd liked the Marines, and had volunteered for two tours in Viet Nam. That, he said, was where he first came face to face with

By now he had removed his shirt to reveal an incredible. massive chest and lean. rippled stomach. He looked to be easily 200 pounds-plus of rock-hard muscle. A thin line of hair split his torso in two. running down to his navel and apparently beyond. His skin glistened warmly in the firelight. the tragedy of a wasted life: seeing all that hatred and killing and drug-abuse and aimless, directionless existence destroyed his beliefs about any noble quali-ties being inherent in the human animal. Like any animal, he said, man needs training; the more intense the training, the greater possibility of producing a useful human being.

He left the Marines at twenty-two, and soon met a man he considered "highly superior" in all ways, who understood the importance of a disciplined life and who, after much pleading from Jake, had become his teacher, or, as Jake put it, his Master.

Among other disciplines, Jake had taken a degree in engineering and computer -sciences, and had soon started his own company. In addition to his education and business successes, his Master had demanded excellence in the martial arts and spiritual awareness. He had been a strict and punishing instructor, and Jake had had great incentive to do his best, always.

As he told me his story, he talked slowly and deliberately. He got up from his chair and went to stoke the fire, which cast the only light in the darkening room. He moved with the natural power and grace of a big cat; his snug, pliable leather pants clung like his own skin so that the soft reflected glow from the fire highlighted the etched muscles of his legs and. butt, and further exaggerated his large basket.

He stood leaning a shoulder against the mantle, and after the fire's heat had soaked into him for a while, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He turned to me and finished his story.

"Then about five years ago, I came home one day and the Master told me he was leaving. My gut ached like I'd been kicked by a mule. I felt ashamed, that I'd somehow failed. I got on my knees and promised to work harder and do better.

But he said that his leaving was in no way caused by my failure, but rather by my success. He told me it was time to begin my last lesson: the student must become the teacher. The boy must become the man, and the man must become the Master over other men, or the hard work and training would have served no purpose. He said I must do it on my own, and he lifted me to my feet by my shoulders and turned and walked out the door. I haven't seen him since."

By now, he had removed his shirt to reveal an incredible, massive chest and lean rippled stomach. He looked to be easily 200 pounds-plus of rock-hard muscle . Short dark straight hair spread across his pecs and made a diamond shape on his chest. A thin line of hair split his torso in two, running down to his navel and apparently beyond. His skin glis- tened warmly in the firelight.

And his pants—where before the ample crotch had had some slack in it, now the leather swelled out and pulled tightly in a huge bulge. I was drunk enough by now to snicker and make some comment about how the effect that even the memory of his "Master" had on him. I started to do just that, but was interrupted by Gray entering the room and standing at attention. Jake nodded his consent to speak, and Gray did.

"Excuse me, Sir. We've got your pack- age in the bunker.'

"Fine," Jake answered. "I'll be out in a little while, and we'll work on it together.

Gray looked pleased and excited as he gave an enthusiastic "Yes, Sir!" and left. I wondered what this package could be, and started to ask, but before I could, Jake turned to me and continued his story.

"I sold the company—for a bundle —invested well, and started this training facility. Gray was the first one I took on. He's a handful; lots of problems. But he wants to get it together, and he can take the regimen, so I keep trying to shape him up. Now Timmy, he's a natural. I'll mold him into a really exceptional man someday, with some work.'

I felt the anger swell up inside again, and was about to confront him when he

"So, how about you?" he asked. "Huh? What do you mean?" I mumbled as I sucked the last drop of bourbon from my bottle.

"I mean what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?'

"I'm doin' O.K.," I grumbled. I hadn't liked this guy from the minute I'd seen Tim's back. Then I'd had to sit and listen to his life story. Now he was going to try to rub my nose in my own shit. He was getting on my nerves.

"Don't be defensive," he went on calmly. "I'm only asking because Tim seems to care about you. He told me a lot about you.'

"Yeah?" I growled. "He SHOWED me a lot about you—all across his back!"

Jake ignored my comment and my emotion and went on.

"I respect Tim's opinion. He's a bright young man. He says some things about when you two hung out together that would indicate you might have some good qualities.

'Umph. Like what?''

"Like you were fair with him, and helped him. Like you took the heat for him more than once. Like you were a good worker, good with animals. And like you protected him from others as well as himself. Obviously, you still feel protective of him.'

'Damn right! And I'm going to take him

Property of Jake Ranes away from here the first chance I get. I don't much care for the idea of you beatin' on him!'

Again, Jake ignored me and went on quietly.

"He said you were pretty tough and strong. You seem to have kept your body in reasonably good condition, despite your bad habits," and he looked me up and down.

What? Where the fuck do you get off, 'Mister Perfect'? There's nothin' wrong with me. I'm doin' fine!'

He grinned a little lopsided grin and said, "Sure you are. You're an ex-con and an alcoholic who can't hold a job; you've got no friends and no home. You're doing

That did it. I'd heard enough, and was now mad enough and drunk enough to do something about it. I hated this prick. I was jealous of his looks, his success, and his power over Tim. His arrogance and bluntness, and most of all that mocking grin, were the last straws.

I lumbered up out of my chair and threw myself the few feet to where he stood. I tried to catch him around the waist with my left arm and slam my right fist into his balls, figuring that was my best chance. But his quickness and superior fighting prowess made very short work of that plan, and before I knew what had happened, I was flat on my back, his left hand pinning my wrists to the floor over my head, his knee on my chest, and his foot pressing against my crotch. I twisted and squirmed, trying to escape, but it was pointless. "What's more," he said with that same smirk, "You've got a bad temper."

He might have added that I had the brains of a pinecone, because, helpless as I was, I still reacted by spitting at his face. I missed, but even the intention earned me a hard slap across the face and a quick kick in the nuts.

I gasped as the pain shot through my groin, and he said, "You need to learn some manners.

He slid his body up my chest until his knees rested on either side of my head. Keeping my wrists above me, he slowly sat down so that the underside of the bulge in his pants covered my nose and his ass rested heavily on my gaping mouth. My eyes bugged out as I tried desperately to suck in some air, but all I got was a mouthful of the smooth, sweet-tasting leather.

Just as I thought I might pass out, he raised up on his knees a little and let me gasp and pant some air into my lungs. But not for long.

With his free hand, he took a grip on my hair and pulled my face up to what was now an enormous bulge. He pushed and rubbed my nose into it. Even through

… Helpless as I was. I still reacted by spitting at his face. I missed. but even the intention earned me a hard slap across the face and a quick kick in the nuts. I gasped as the pain shot through my groin. he said. "You need to learn some

DRUMMER 128 11 AS. the leather I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my face.

"No! I won't!" I managed to blurt out between gasps, figuring he was about to take that thing out and ram it down my throat.

He laughed contemptuously and said, "What makes you think I'd even let you? Why should I let scum like you suck my cock? Why should I waste my time on a loser who can't even spit straight?" He sneered at me, and as if to show me how to do it right, he sprayed a mouthful of spit in my face.

He slammed the back of my head into the floor, got up and slowly strutted backward, staring at me, until he reached the fireplace and turned his back on me to bend over and pick up his boots. The humiliation, the liquor, and the pain shooting through my body proud of it. It just happened.

I got to my knees and crawled to the hearth, grabbed the fireplace poker from its stand, stood, and swung it as hard as I could at the back of Jake's head. He must have had eyes back there, because faster than I could see it coming, his left leg whirled around and up at my arm, knocking the poker away. And as quickly as that leg finished its roundhouse swing and came back to the floor, the other shot out from its tight, cocked position. The last thing I remember seeing was a split second view of his heel as it came smashing into my face.

I was on the floor again, barely conscious , but somehow able to have a fuzzy idea of my surroundings. Jake was putting on his boots in a blurred slow motion, forcing in his feet by stepping each boot's sole against my shoulder. He stooped down and draped my limp body over his shoulder and carried me outside. I could still only barely tell what was happening, and was totally powerless to do anything about it. But I was aware of going down some steps and into what I intuitively reckoned to be the bunker. I heard a heavy metal door shut behind us, and then felt a hard concrete floor come up to greet me as I was unceremoniously dropped like a sack of feed. I felt leather straps tightened around my wrists, and then my shoulders almost yanked out of their sockets as I was hoisted to my feet by ropes attached to the straps.

I was still pretty much out of it, but heard Jake's voice say, "Strip him and douse him." I felt my tee-shirt torn off, and my Levi's yanked down and off; then a bucket of cold water hit me like iced electricity.

I shook my head and blinked my eyes and forced them to focus; I didn't like what they saw.

End of Part One

Then they open up that construction site across the street. Noise, dust, sweat. Men barking out orders, moving big pieces of construction machinery. You can see 'em out your window, chompin' on those big fat stogies. Gesturing to each other, cigars clenched like billy clubs in big, hairy paws.

You make a point of walking home past the site each day now. Today's no different from the rest, only it's later than usual. The site's empty. Well, almost. Just one big guy, packin' it away for the night. The one you noticed before. The one with the thick black beard and the tattoos stretched around his biceps and big hairy forearms. Big from pushin' that equipment around. Made for pushin' MEN around.

Just that one solid rock of a guy. The one with the three big, fat, black Maduros stickin' out of the breast pocket of his khaki work shirt.

You slow. You want to watch him as long as possible. He leans up against the tread of that big yellow 'dozer. Sighs. Spits. Reaches for his pocket. THE pocket. Draws out a cigar real nice 'n slow. A big cigar. You can hear the cellophane as he unwraps it in his right fist. Tosses the wrapper away. Bites off the end of the cigar. Spits again. Locks it in that jaw. Locks it down tight. Cocks his head away from you to light it. All you can hear is the sound of him suckin' away at it. All you can see is that big cigar and the cloud of smoke pouring out from under his hard-hat .

Your dick is so rigid it hurts.

He tosses the spent match away and raises his head just as you reach him.

"Evenin', son."

His voice is husky and deep. Thick and syrupy from talking with that stogie clenched between his teeth. Your knees get weak.

Yeah, it's starting out like your best wet dream. You've thought about this guy before. Now you start to imagine it. Catch-in' him alone, just like now. Talking for a minute or two. About anything. Telling him -just casually enough- how good his cigar smells.

Inviting him over for a beer-after all, you live right across the street…

Just imagination. But it sure comes to you something vivid. Easy to picture him, swaggerin' behind you, puffing on that cigar. Following you home. Planting his big workin' man's ass on a chair and waiting for you to bring him that beer.

When you come back, two cold ones in your hands, his hardhat's off. Short black hair, slightly balding. Muscled even in his face. Still puffin' on that cigar.

"Now his dick is downright stiff. Filling your throat. You both know how to suck nice. He sucks on that cigar till his cheeks are hollow . . His head is lost in smoky exhale. Red tip of the cigar inches from your face. Smoke pouring out like thick blue honey."

The guy's a bottomless pit. He drains three beers as you watch him. Older man. Lined. Calloused. The hair on his head is black, but the tuft pokin' through his work-shirt is streaked with gray. The short sleeves are baggy, but they can scarcely accommodate his upper arms without tearing. Armpits and sides dark with sweat.

He asks for a fourth beer before you offer one. The pretense of polite small talk vanishes. He relaxes. Opens up. Talks. Those powerful thighs open. Wide, like a trap. He leans back, bites down hard on the stogie, now chewed flat between his strong teeth. Each time he moves, the fresh cigars rustle in their wrappers.

They're so damn big. Poking two inches out of his pocket. Fat enough for three of them to fill it. You smell sweat. And cigars. Your mouth waters from the sweet aromatic stench of sweat and man and cigar. Maybe too much for you to handle. Cigars are not a young man's smoke. Too much for you. Child's play for him.

When it's time for his fifth beer, he doesn't ask, he orders. He finishes his cigar. Looks you in the eye. You can see traces of a smirk on his face. As you go for the beer, you know he's been playing with you. How could he fail to see the hard dick in your pants? How could he not pick up your eager stare as he spewed stinkin' smoke into your livingroom?

You return with the beer. The construction worker has stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. That silver hardhat is back on his head. He stands a good six inches taller than you. You can see the rippled, muscular stomach even under the thick hair, still matted with sweat.

You walk up to him. Hand him his beer. Swallow nervously. You're standing inches from him. Your eyes are locked on those three fat cigars in his pocket. You look up. Your eyes are begging him to light up another. To enjoy it. To let you please him while he sucks on a big, fat cigar.

He knows what you want. And he knows you're his.

Without a word he puts a hand on your shoulder. You drop to your knees. His strong hand is firm as he pulls your head to the crotch of his jeans. You look up at him. He looks down at you. Reaches for his pocket. Slowly. Ever so slowly, pulls out one cigar. Unwraps it. Sound of cellophane sliding over tobacco leaf. Smell of fresh tobacco. Strong, sharp teeth tearing at the head of the cigar. He spits the fragment of leaf on the floor.

You reach down to your crotch and it's wet.

His tongue is huge and strong and wet.

He licks the Maduro until it glistens like black leather. Opens his mouth. Sticks the cigar in. Slowly, firmly, locks his teeth. His eyes are fixed on you. You don't dare look away. He pulls out a wooden match, strikes it casually on his bootheel. Raises flame to the end of the cigar. Sucks. Turns it in his mouth. Blue smoke surrounds red ember.

Takes his damn sweet time.

A deep sigh, cloud of smoke pouring from mouth and nostrils. He feels good. Feels right.

His voice is thick and rich, like the cloud around his head. Deep, husky. Above all, firm. Coarse, vulgar man. Foul-mouthed. Obscene. Like the cigar jutting from his jaw. Cocky. Doesn't give a shit who he offends. Doesn't need to raise his voice." Men get out of his way. Self-assured. Calm. Knows he sticks out in a crowd.

Arrogant. Demanding. Knows what he wants. Takes it. Don't like it? Get fucked.

You loosen his thick rawhide toolbelt. Unbutton his jeans, button by button. They're damp with sweat. They slide down easily over that mat of black hair. Thick muscular thighs.

Cock in your face. Large. Uncut. Smells like a man. Unwashed. Inhale. Yeah. This cock ain't been cleaned in a while. You'll take care of that. It isn't hard yet, but it will be. Soon. Hands on your head. Pull you in. Smells like a man. You bury your face in him. Taste him. Ripe and strong. You clean off gobs of sweat. Sweat and salt and god knows what other crud gathered there. You swallow his tool to the hilt and he shudders.

His lips part to let out a grunt of satisfaction . You can see the cigar between his strong white molars. Jaw clenched hard. Cigar ain't goin' nowhere without his say so. Neither are you. Now his dick is downright stiff. Getting longer and thicker. Filling your throat.

You both know how to suck nice. He sucks on that cigar till his cheeks are hollow. Pulls it out and lowers his hand to his side. His head is lost in smoky exhale. Red tip of the cigar inches from your face. White ash. Held in his paw like a hose. Smoke pouring out like thick blue honey. Thumb on the shiny, spitsoaked head. Holding it like one of the tools off his toolbelt. Like the expert toolmaster he is.

Slowly, reluctantly, you pull your lips from the base of his cock. Slide 'em up and over the shaft and head, taking the slimy goop from under his foreskin with you. Sniff at the cigar. Look up for approval. Lick the cigar. Heavy load of ash drops, you can feel it splash on your foot. He holds it carefully while you lick it. Then you lick his

"He drives hard in your young butt. Your scream is lost in his mouth as you breathe out the smoke he gave you… calloused palm and fingers. Taste oil and sweat and beer and dirt. And cigar.

He's got more in mind. Raises the cigar back to his mouth, locks it in his jaw. His head bends down toward yours. You're still on your knees. You don't dare meet his gaze. All you can see is beard and teeth and smoke and a big fat cigar. The heat from the glowing end is right in your face, hottest when he takes a drag. You're choking on the smoke.

His hand reaches between your legs. Your pants dropped long ago. He probes your dick. Your nuts. Finally your tight boy-butt. He feels it. He likes it. Clamps down on the cigar. Lips stretch in a mean smile. Exhales smoke in your face. You cough. He laughs. Yeah, the son of a bitch laughs. The boy can't take it. He knew it already. A cigar isn't a young man's smoke.

He knows how to push with those strong forearms. How to push YOU. How to push you around. And he does. He could knock your head off with one swipe. Your head rocks, side to side. You know the blows are gentle but they feel fierce. You know he could hurt you. Bad. But he doesn't. He won't. Just do what he wants.

His dirty palm covers your entire face. One muscular shove and you are lying on your back. Legs in a knot under you. By instinct you untangle them and hug your knees to your chest. Whining. Ready. More than ready— desperate. Whining for that big rod that's probing your asscrack. Big paws spread your legs wide, then down. Hard. It hurts, but not as much as when he bucks his big hips and he's in.

You scream. He grins. Yeah, he likes seein' you hurt as he stuffs that big pole in Tears fill your From eues. the pain or from the smoke? you. Likes hearin' you beg for it anyway. Fuck, it hurts. Oh, please. Don't take it out. Yeah.

His cigar sticks out of clenched teeth. You know you've still got a long way to go. Ash drops on your chest. It's hot, almost singes the sparse hair on your boy chest. He drools cigar spit. It drips on your cock. He chews on that fuckin' cigar. Cocky bastard. His face comes closer.

He's chewing the cigar out to one side now. Comes closer. Brings his mouth to yours. Warm cigar against your cheek. Tongue probing at your lips. They're pried open. Cigar spit fills your mouth. You gag. Suck in air through your mouth. He's exhaling a long stream of cigar smoke, his lips locked on yours. You can breathe nothing but what he gives you, what this cigar-chompin' construction man lets you have.

He drives hard in your young butt. Your scream is lost in his mouth as you breathe out the smoke he gave you. Back into his lungs. Then back into yours. Tears fill your eyes. From the pain or from the smoke? You don't even care. Just cry, boy. Clean out his cigar-stinkin' mouth with your tongue. Breathe in the smoke. Breathe it out. Things getting dark. He's filling you with cum. Filling you with spit. Filling you with smoke.

The boy can't take it. He's been breathing recycled cigar smoke too long. Every thing goes black.

"Good evening, sir," you answer him He knows you've been watching him Knows you've been daydreaming.

Just daydreaming.

Shit.

He's waiting for you to reel your tongu back in. Couldn't miss the hardon standing out in your jeans. How long have you bee standing here, gaping?

And suddenly, you realize he's bee watching YOU. Maybe waiting for you.

One big, hairy hand reaches down ar gives his crotch a long, slow squeeze.

You know how to beg with your eye "That cigar smells read good, sir."

He sinks his teeth into it and sucks. T glows red. Blows a wad of smoke rudely your face. You can't help but sniff it, t smell makes your dick jump.

The big fucking arrogant construct worker almost grins, showing just a little his white teeth around the cigar. He kno you. He knows those begging eyes. knows that straining dick. He knows t begging boy-butt, even though his I strong, dirty hands haven't touched it He knows what you want.

He knows what HE wants.

Looks you in the eye. "Got any bee your place, son?"

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Legs set wide apart, mimicking the tripod before him… One eye squinting through a tiny hole: a voyeur into a world of angles and planes invisible to others on the crowded street… One person only stops to watch him at his work… Me.

Crouching behind a nearby parked truck, I set up my own tripod in perfect imitation of his. I aim my camera. Winding the film with one hand and scratching my crotch with the other, I watch him perform the ritual of taking mental measurements. The shutter clicks again and again, and I make my own calculations…

Six foot two… Two hundred pounds, at least… Dark blond hair that falls across his face as he aligns the surveying equipment … My eyes are on his other equipment , infinitely more important…

I total up the figures as my eyes run over his crotch again and again… At least eight inches stuffed inside that pouch… and balls… what balls! Not even his bunched-up briefs can hide the bulge that pushes the faded denim down at just the right angle, making me glad for the cable release which replaces my shaking hands.

I stare as he watches the sharply outlined planes of the nearby buildings. His own outline, planes and curves of almost painful beauty, fills my line of vision. Soon the surrounding buildings will come down, their ancient brick facades replaced by steel and glass reflecting the modernism of the '50s, softened slightly with trendy federal-style pediments and carefully designed greenhouses to bring the illusion of architecture updated to the '80s.

Only one thing never changes in the city: the men building it. Long before there were monolithic towers and paper-walled condos, there were the surveyors. It is as if the entire city sprang from their fertile loins

Start from the bottom, like the building that will sprout up on the site he measures. Grease-stained work boots firmly planted in the ground. A V-formation of steel-beamed legs. Moving up, the architecture softens. Lines and curves, not merely decoration but vital elements of the design and function, break the austere, muscular lines of the foundation. He shifts slightly, butt flexing and broad shoulders twisting as heavy, solid arms make minute adjustments to his scope. The overall impression is of solidity. Permanence. Strength.

They say that architects design buildings as phallic symbols jutting up to the sky. They say that they mount those giant organs, resting only when they've reached a floor nestled somewhere between the clouds and infinity. I know how they feel as they make their way to the top. I'm a climber myself, my forte being the phallic structure that rises from the softly-rolling crotch plain.

I survey the city landscape with an eye as well-trained as the surveyor's. Watching from a safe distance I can see the city taking shape… Changing every now and then with fashion's dictates, but in the end always remaining the same.

It's not the Woolworth building I admire. Or the Empire State, Or the double dildos that straddle lower Manhattan. It's the sim- ple structures that I like best: clean lines that fill the landscape without cluttering it, blending in softly with the background. No ornament for me. No Beaux Arts detailing, no griffins peeking out from rounded corners . Just an outer layer of unwashed jeans with an inner structure of heavily veined marble resting over thick slabs of concrete … And massive I-beams to hold the entire thing together.

I know what makes a structure hold together. I know the laws of physics. Nothing can stand that can't support its own weight. Nothing stays erect in space without a solid core of hardness. Nothing swings out front without moving backwards sooner or later. Just look at a pendulum . See the orb hang freely between two intersecting beams of metal. See a man standing before a tripod, legs apart and slightly bent. The weight hanging between his legs in perfect balance, as though the bulge in his crotch contains the proverbial clockwork orange. The power in this ever-swinging rod cannot be denied. It's physics —the stuff these structures are made of— the basis of every child's erector set suddenly sprung to life.

The lines and planes and curves suddenly take on breathless significance as leather and denim and muscle and light shift just so: NOW. Push the button. The psychic link between two men poised before two tripods is recorded forever.

Just as some men weave words, the

photographer weaves rolls of film and lens openings and shutter speeds…

The architect weaves space, assisted by the surveyor and his time-proven equipment . No sooner is one building razed than he's called in to make his measurements and another building rises up in its place. I know the cycle all too well. No sooner have I finished with one man than another comes along to capture my imagination . Yesterday it was a mechanic. Today it's a surveyor. Tomorrow… Well, choices are abundant.

Building cities and building stores of mental images is pretty much the same. Each occupies space within a landscape: one mental, the other pushing its way across streets and avenues until nothing is left to claim except oversized stretches of landfill. The mind, too, searches for its own landfill, sometimes falling like a collapsing building, drowning in the river as the structure collapses under its own weight.

It's a mighty edifice, this thing called man. This man. This surveyor. A mighty, mighty thing of beauty. A fucking stud, like those other studs that line the walls of buildings and hold the sheetrock skin together. Studs moving sideways on the walls like Egyptian paintings, their stiff cocks holding one in alignment to the other. Collapse their cocks and everything falls apart. Tickle their testicles and you can bring about more destruction than Delilah.

Ever want to see one of them in action? Ever want to put a fist through a wall and make a small glory hole into the crumbling plaster? Or are you one of those kinds of guys who goes to a hardware store to buy a studfinder… just for convenience?

Studfinders aren't really needed. Only studs are really, truly needed. And studs are everywhere. But mostly at construction sites. They seem to breed like mosquitos in the muddy water caused by broken drai- nage pipes. You can see their larvae inside the bellies of their dyed-blonde mates. They seem to pop out from the soft bellies whole, yellow construction hats softening their entry into the world, jockstraps passed on from their fathers protecting the dicks that everybody seems to want. Leather belts surround their already-going-to -blubber waists, belts holding the dangling tools that can never quite compare with the ones dangling between their legs. Some unwritten law says that their dicks must remain uncut, that circumcision is banned for all future I-beam walkers. Maybe it's to soften the blows of jackhammers sending vibrations through their crotches. Maybe it's just another example of natural laws working in mysterious but necessary ways. Or maybe it's manhood, taking matter into its own hand and creating something new and infinitely exciting from the usual blending of sperm and eggs.

Sometimes the excitement inherent in that creation is almost too much to bear. Sometimes it charges the air with an electric current … crackling and popping… but mostly popping. Sometimes it can even pop the flashbulbs, sending bits of broken glass onto the ground around my feet. I wonder if the men looking past their three-legged stands can feel it when it happens. I wonder if they feel the sudden shattering of glass as their crotches bulge out absentmindedly . Can they also feel my eyes popping as my brain wishes that the laws of physics would suddenly go haywire… that fly-buttons would also pop open, revealing something else inside the jeans… like a ring of sour-smelling cheese that never made its way into the lunch pail?

Somehow I doubt it. As I said, I know the laws of physics.

And the law that says that once hatched open, the brain of the creature atrophies, leaving the body incredibly beautiful, but the brain, most likely, senseless… Not that it's brains I'm after. Just bodies. And what heavenly ones. Whoever said that a sound mind in a sound body matters in the least never saw a surveyor in full bloom. All that matters is the body. Let the others have the brains to conjure up webs of fantasies. Leave the brawn to the man behind the tripod. And leave the film inside the camera just long enough to record the beauty of the man.

It's not a perfect picture… not by a long shot… just a hot one … a real hot one … A puffed-out chest tapering to a thin waist that will soon spread out as beer is pumped in… Thighs that balloon out, giving the impression that they could scissor-lock a head in a life-and-death grip… A face more rugged than handsome, more sneering than smiling, with lips that rarely curl up in warmth. But who needs anything more than grunts and groans escaping from those lips? That, and breath made stale from beer and cigars is all that's needed. Oh… and a dick, of course. A big, fat, uncut dick with more than just a slight trace of sweat building up underneath the rim of foreskin. A dick of death. A dick of life. A dick to breathe life into and suck life out of. A pod that cracks open and deposits its construction babies

Yes, the man has it all, all right. You just have to look at him to know it. And I'm looking real hard. That's one advantage of a telephoto lens. It lets you get real close to what you want to see, then lets you record the image forever and ever.

And it lets you do it all without being noticed. I could be photographing the street beyond, not the ass of some unsuspecting guy who just happens to be in the right place at the right time, showing off the right stuff as he carefully sizes up the street while I size him up.

So he surveys the street while I survey his ass and crotch and dream about the big, fat, uncut dick that's buried inside all that grungy denim. Yeah, I'm worked up all right. Too fucking worked up to even hold the camera steady. But not too worked up to imagine how it would be to plant my face on that fucking crotch of his and suck out the stale piss and cum in those raunchy jeans as I leave a big, fat wet spot just where his giant-sized dick curves downward under his equally ripe jock-strap . Yeah, I'd love to taste the leakage from his piss slit, compare it for taste and

consistency with all the other loads I've taken. Love to work my tongue up on the budding beer gut, all the way up to that spot where a thin line of hair separates the two massive halves of his chest, Love to make the nipples swell, then give the fucker the first genuine tit-suck he's ever known. Love to pinch those tits and watch his dick dance as I hold the greasy sausage in my hands. Love to set the building ablaze, then put out the fire with juices from my five-alarm hose. Love to do it all. Taste it all. Make it all mine.

But buildings don't come cheap. Sometimes they don't cum at all. The cost of real estate these days is as skyhigh as a flagpole jutting from a pair of muscled legs. And sometimes just as dangerous to sit on. It's not the grunge I'm worried about… Nor the thought of picking crabs from between my teeth for the next couple of days. It's where it's been that's got me worried. How many holes it's paid to plug. Or what kinds of mouths have been taking oral calculations of its size and width. And it's also something else… something that makes me open my own tripod many, many feet behind him. It's the bloody nose and broken arm syndrome that makes me keep my distance, makes me scared to move from the neighborhoods where street signs light up in purple light to blocks where the buildings' owners hang out signs saying "NO FAGGOTS WELCOME," I know when to let rough trade be… When to admire it from a distance… Or capture it on print for later pud-pullings. And even though he turns around and maybe smiles at someone taking one last picture before the building goes down, I don't take any chances.

Oh, maybe in some halfway deserted alley, with two days' worth of cockjuice churning up inside his nuts, I could lay claim to the surveyor. Maybe with his balls bursting and his fucking girlfriend too damned pussified to let him put his dick inside her fucking twat, he'd be mine. Maybe, just maybe, with his dick sticking out of his jeans so bad that every time he walks down the fucking street some fuck-ing faggot turns around to watch his fuck-pole bounce inside his sweaty dungarees … maybe then I'd have a chance. Maybe if I didn't let on that I'm a dickstarved cocksucker with a mouth like the inside of a vacuum hose… Just maybe, he'll think that it's all right to go back to my place for a beer and a look at pictures of guys fucking asses. Maybe then he'd have to pull his cock out and let me suck my breath in as I see just how fucking fantastic his fucking dick is. Or maybe even he'll let me bury those creamy inches down my throat, leaving me to worry whether or not he'll kick my ass 'cause he's had his dick buried down a man's throat and that makes him just about as queer as the man who's sucking on his bone. And getting his bone sucked off by a man is a crime punishable by removal from the jobsite.

But maybe, just maybe, he kinda likes it, and lets me suck his wang for hours… if nothing else, just to see how he likes it. And he likes it fine… So I'm heading into the home stretch, riding on the biggest, fattest, hottest tube of man-meat I've ever shoved down deep inside my fucking fuck-face .

Yeah, the possibilities are there, all right. Waiting inside seventy four or more inches of surveyor staring up at empty buildings. Waiting inside the brain of a man who walks around with a tripod slung over his shoulder and a bag full of camera equipment dangling from his neck. Just waiting to capture the perfect shot of the perfect man doing the perfect job for someone nursed on Miller High Life instead of mother's milk. A man caught in the act of measuring the street around a building, positioning his eye over a designated spot as he imagines how it will look with newer buildings rising, while I see a cock rising, growing upwards toward the heavens, my spirits rising with each additional inch displayed .

He sees apartments for newly married couples. I see an entirely different structure : one made up of muscles and just the faintest hint of attitude when someone blocks his line of vision. I understand his anger. He's mad because he doesn't have a mouth hooked on his stiffer. He's mad because his cock is about as hard as the bedrock underneath his feet. He's mad because what's the use of building skyscrapers when it's not even safe for a guy to get himself sucked off in the men's room of an office somewhere on the eighty-seventh floor?

Well, I could ease his anger. I could offer some lip service while he plots his angles in a geometry unchanged in centuries. I could be the tripod supporting his out-of-balance organs. I could hold his cock and balls upwards as I climb step by step up what surely must be a modern-day Tower of Babel. I could help him see beyond the cityscape of abandoned buildings to a landscape where men run naked through the woods in pursuit of each other. I could architect another structure: a bridge, a bridge leading from his world to mine. Or … I could simply snap the shutter and walk away with the memory firmly recorded … in my mind… in my camera … in time… in space… In tribute to what is his essence… In defiance of what is mine… In perfect symmetry, as seen through the surveyor's narrow little world … In the wide-angle lens in which I trap passing images and freeze them… In the coming together of that which is infinitely different, but with the same basic need running through every inch of our separate bodies.

We stand in different landscapes, he and

We eat different foods and different sexes. We see worlds being built up and demolished for what appears to be no reason. We see fear and safety in another person's arms. We pass each other, each mutely critical of the other, with only one of us interested enough to turn around for one last look from behind. With our tripods slung across our shoulders and our crotches searching out different resting places, we're the same. Only one fundamental difference separates us…

I get to keep the photo. He doesn't.

DRUMMER 128

"Suckers sure are slow," says Jack Gilman to R. J. Maldonado. "Yes, they are. It's a crime," Maldonado answers. The two men are standing in a bright marble lobby waiting for an elevator. The building has only three elevators to carry passengers and freight up and down twelve storeys. Gilman runs an ad agency on the fifth floor; Maldonado is a partner in the law firm on the ninth. One of the elevators is always out of service. The other two are always slow. The two men always meet in the lobby at eight thirty and wait, together, to be taken upstairs to work at nine. They always say the same things. The things they say are always true. Once a car finally appears, however, they will let it go on without them unless they can have it to themselves alone. For more than two years lack Gilman and R. J. Maldonado have been stalling their morning elevator between floors and starting each workday with a fuck. Jack Gilman is always on Top, grinding and sweating and silent. Buck Maldonado—no one but Jack uses his nickname anymore—is always open and ready to be shackled and used until he coolly shoots a stream of steaming semen across the carpet at their feet. Gilman is always dressed casually, a very big man with long brown hair wearing a thin cotton work shirt and jeans. Every day, Maldonado arrives in a different three-piece suit, tailored to fit over his handmade silk shirt and a custom-built leather harness. There are restraints in Buck's briefcase and a plug up his ass. lack always fastens Buck's wrists to the back of the harness and beats Buck's ass barehand as he yanks the plug and rams his rubberclad piledriver home. Buck is always lubed and hungry long before he leaves his apartment. Jack is always hard and dripping well before he's naked. Nothing ever changes. lack will peel the rubber from his cock and tie it off to keep it full of himself and stuff it up into the light fixture with the others.

will dress in silence and be seated at their desks on time.

If the security guard in the lobby suspects anything, he keeps his thoughts to himself. He simply nods at the fuckers while they wait every morning and goes back to the comic book he has stashed in his desk.

The two men stand in silence, waiting to be taken higher than anyone else ever goes in these cars. They know nothing about each other. They have nothing in common. Nothing but these short, heavy sessions in an odd corner of the building where they both spend their days making money. They never talk, never do more than nod when they pass on the street at lunch. They look at each other only discreetly now, Buck soaking up the play of the morning light in Jack's heavy beard and the thick hair that swarms out of the open end of his shirt and across the massive, corded forearms from which his sleeves are turned back, and Jack noting once again how perfectly Buck's square black moustache matches the color of the leather straps he hides so well from the world. When one door finally opens, the car inside is empty. The lawyer nods, motioning the adman forward, offering an odd respect. Gilman turns and hits a button. Maldonado follows.

Nothing ever changes.

"HOLD IT!"

The call shoots across the gleaming lobby, ricocheting off the polished walls to hit both men in the pits of their bellies. Maldon-ado hits the CLOSE DOOR button. The machine will not respond. A single figure races toward them, slides and jumps onto the carpet and turns to face back outward. "Thanks, man," the intruder says as he reaches and touches the button marked "12." The doors, at last, slide shut. "I'd've been waiting all day down there. The el'vators in this place are shit."

"Sure," says Jack, and shrugs. "No sweat. We know how that can be. Don't we, Buck?" He winks behind the new man's back. "You must come to this building often." Buck rolls his eyes but says nothing.

"Yeah," says the third guy, waving an oversized envelope and showing them both a young, winning smile. "Messenger service. Speedy Delivery. I get stuck in these things all the time. Big, fancy building and the crappiest, cheapest motherfucking elevators in the city. Always broke down or somethin"

'Never seen you before." Jack's making small talk and shooting Buck strange looks. Buck is just silently steaming. Something is up, but it's not what he wanted. Still, he follows Jack's lead and starts taking stock.

The boy's not half-bad. Truth to tell, he's pretty attractive. Hot-in a way Buck would never have noticed alone. Wiry. Slender —but built for speed and power. Sneakers and jeans and a Grateful Dead T-shirt; defined, well-veined arms and big hands. Classic, clear features. Square-cut jaw. Short, full, light brown moustache. Blue eyes. Straight brown hair, exactly the color of Gilman's, but longer. Much longer. Buck had thought long hair was long gone. Maybe this boy just doesn't care. His ponytail is gathered at the back of his neck with some kind of thin leather thong. Its end reaches down to his belt. Buck is reluctantly fascinated . He has always needed big, older men. This boy is his own height and barely of age. But his ass is high and tight and round and now Buck is reluctantly hard.

"Well, I'm here all the time," says the boy as he answers Jack. "Just it's mostly later. Like noon, and stuff. This is just a 'first thing' drop this time." He lifts the envelope to emphasize his words. The action somehow catches Maldonado's eye. It's the hair on his arms, Buck notes with a shock, exactly the same color and flow as Jack's. The big man's body hair was what had pulled Buck up short the day they had met, the first time they had found themselves alone together in a balky elevator. Buck had reacted without hesitation by pulling the knob marked EMERGENCY STOP and staring at Jack until Jack whipped his dick out and started their first fuck. Now that same golden fur has shown up on another man's arms and Buck is about to react the same way. The boy is facing Jack. Jack is facing him and Buck. Buck raises an eyebrow. Jack smiles back, nods. Buck pulls the button. The car stalls.

"Fuck!" yells the boy. "Man, oh man. Not today. Fuck!"

"'Fraid so, buddy," Jack says.

"Oh, man, nobody's gonna believe me. They didn't believe me last time. My ass is grass." The boy looks at them both in turn, his ponytail swing out behind his shoulders. Buck and Jack both know they're sharing a single thought.

That ponytail will make a great leash. Built-in attachment for cocksucker control.

"Well… " says Buck, "I can write you a note. Believe me, this happens all the time." He is smiling now and loosening his tie. "Might as well relax and enjoy it."

"Hunh! Relax and enjoy what, man? Gettin' my ass in a sling?" "Now there's a picture!" says Jack with a laugh. Buck laughs along. The boy doesn't get what's funny.

"Hey-what? What does that mean?"

"He means," says Buck as he undoes his cufflinks, "that your ass would look great in a sling. His name is Jack, by the way. Jack calls me Buck. What do we call you? Since we're stuck, we ought to be friendly."

"Oh. I'm Eaton," says the boy. "What you mean, 'in a sling'?"

"Sex," grunts Jack, shouldering his way out of his shirt. "Fucking ass. You have a real pretty ass there, Eaton."

"Sex?" The knowledge starts to dawn. "Oh, man, I don't go for that shit. Oh, no. No way. No. I don't care about no one else. Do what you want and it's okay by me. Just, you know, I don't do that shit. I go with ladies, all the way. I even eat pussy," Eaton says with undisguised pride. The idea revolts Buck. Jack finds it intriguing. H wonders how many women have used Eaton's hair to direct his moves between their legs.

"Well, good for you," says Jack as he kicks off his boots. "You ea pussy. Now you can say you suck dick, too." He lifts up one mammoth foot and pulls off the sock that it wears. Jack Gilman likes to fuck naked. All the way naked. Especially in elevators. When he's done with the other sock he pops open his pants. Buc is enthralled again, watching the big man move. The acres of body hair ripple and flow across Jack's solid bulk, refracting the light from the ceiling into brown and red and gold. The scent of his fre morning sweat boils through the air in waves. His cock springs fre as he drops his jeans, pointing up solid and throbbing with his heartbeat.

Maldonado strips as well, with more economy and no less grac He pulls a hanger from his briefcase, hooks it over the otherwise useless chrome rail that circles the walls just below the ceiling, us it to hold his suit. He folds the slacks and hangs them. Slips out o the jacket, the vest, the slick silk shirt, juggling them all until he ha them layered in order, unwrinkled and crisp. The expensive Italian loafers come off and go neatly into one corner, their fine black socks dropped inside. Lastly, Buck removes his watch, sets it dow in his briefcase with care and stands again to face the others.

Eaton stands in slackjawed shock, staring at Buck in his black leather harness, gawking at Buck's gym-toned chest in its black hairy carpet, never allowing himself to look down at Buck's dripping cock. He doesn't understand why his own dick is aching, hard, threatening to split his fly. "Oh, man, no, man," he mumble when his mouth will work. His envelope drops to the floor but h doesn't notice, even though it lands on his own foot. Buck stares him, grabs his eyes, demands that he return the look. Buck move toward him. Eaton backs away. Buck, naked and leatherstrapped, more than he thinks he can handle. Buck moves again, slowly. Eaton backs again, right into Jack's waiting arms.

The adman grabs the messenger in a swift strongarmed full-nelson . The messenger yelps and flails with his hands. The lawye reaches out to grab his chin, to shut his mouth, to drag his eyes back into the stare they shared. "Nobody's going to hear you," he says, his face so close to his captive that their noses touch. "We know. We've tried. Now just relax. You want this. Trust me." He

reaches his other hand down to the kid's crotch. "There, See? You're hard, baby. We can take care of that. How long has it been since you got off? Hunh? How long? You jack off this morning? How long has it been since somebody else got you off?" Buck doesn't expect an answer. The kid's indignant reply comes as a surprise.

"Hey, man, come on. I just got sucked off last night." Eaton stands still now, plotting his next move and wishing his dick weren't so hard. It hasn't been long enough yet to be desperate. He had never felt another man's hard-on before until Jack's had stabbed up into his back just a moment before. He doesn't want this,

But then why is he so hard?

"Oh, yeah? Well, if you're good, you can get sucked again this morning. How does that sound to you, Eaton? I suck dick," says Buck as he strokes the boy. "I suck on Jack's all the time. If you're good now I'll suck on yours, too. No woman sucks dick like I do. I know how it feels firsthand. I know what you want, baby. I can give it to you. But you have to give us something, too. Okay, baby?"

"Man, you're full of shit," Eaton says. "I'm not gonna give you nothin'." Once again, he yelps as Jack tightens the hold on his shoulders, pinning his arms and bending his head down. "Nothin'!" he yells again. "Man, let me GO!"

"Okay," says Buck, "Then stay the fuck out of our way." He pulls the restraints from his briefcase and fastens them, one at a time, around Eaton's wrists. Together, he and Jack walk the boy to a side wall. Together, they raise his arms and fasten them to the rail, hanging him up like Buck's clothes. Together, they leave him and step back for a good look.

"Too bad," says Jack, one hand mauling his dick while the other one gropes through the hair on his belly. "You just don't know what you're missing. You watch." He says nothing more as he grabs for the ring on the front of Buck's harness and pulls the darkhaired man up close for a fullmouthed kiss. His breath is hot as it floods into Buck. Buck's own breath comes in gasps as their tongues slide and grapple. Their dicks rub together and bury themselves in the forest of their mingled crotches. Buck's hands meet each other automatically in the small of his own back. Jack's reach down to the cheeks of Buck's ass, to pull them apart, to knead, to slap. Eaton gasps.

"Shit, man. What's that? What the fuck IS that?" The playing men share another thought: He's watching. This kid can be had.

"What's what?" asks Jack, his voice full-chested, lazy and slimy with lust.

"That. There, down in his butt, man. That thing. What is it?" Buck tilts his ass up, spreads his legs to give the kid a better look. Jack doesn't like the move: he doesn't think it's enough. Reaching one arm up and over Buck's head, he locks up the dark man's neck in his elbow and leans him forward and down. Once Buck has his hands planted firmly on the floor, Jack leans down over his back and reaches both huge, hairy paws deep into the blackhaired furrow to pull it open for Eaton's closer inspection.

"You mean that?" Jack asks, pointing at the plug's tail end, while unclipping the buttstrap from the harness. "That?" he asks again, digging his thumb and one finger into Buck's hole, reaching for a hold on the body of the plug. He looks up to see Eaton nodding openmouthed, hanging from his hands with a tentpole in his pants.

"That," says Jack, "is a buttplug. Want to see it?" Eaton says nothing, makes no move.

"I'll assume that's a 'yes.' Okay. Here you go." With his free hand he smacks a random pattern across both sides of Buck's upturned ass until the whole expanse is an angry red. Then, without warning to either Buck or Eaton, he yanks the plug hard, up and out.

"THANK you, Sir," says Buck.

"Holy shit," says Eaton.

"Just a buttplug, son," says Jack. He sets it down in Buck's case, squarely on top of the handkerchief spread out waiting to receive it. When he stands, he reaches into the pocket of Buck's hanging vest and pulls out and opens a rubber. Buck has not moved, Nor will

"I suck dick," says Buck as he strokes the boy. "I suck on Jack's all the time. If you're good now I'll suck on yours, too. I know what you want, baby, but you have to give us something, too."

"Buck's ass is mine now, until I tell him otherwise. If I want to stick your dick in it, I will. How about it? Sure you don't want a try at this?" he, now, until Jack tells him to. Nothing ever changes… Almost. This time Jack has an audience, a new pair of eyes to watch as he covers his dick and then sheathes it in Buck's ass.

"THANK you, Sir," says Buck.

"Holy shit," says Eaton.

"Fuck, that's nice," says Jack. "Tighter than any old pussy, son. Sure you don't want to try? Buck's ass is mine now, until I tell him otherwise. If I want to stick your dick in it, I will. How about it?" Jack has started stroking as he talks, moving into and out of his slave lawyer's hole in a rhythm that starts at his shoulders and ends with his toes, holding Buck's hips tight, grabbing for his harness straps or his carefully cut and combed hair or laying noisy flathand slaps out across his back and thighs. His dick and his hands have been working on Buck; his eyes have been working on Eaton. The kid is still hard, in the worst way. "Sure you don't want a try at this?" he asks again.

"Man, I told you. I don't do that." Eaton is squirming, trying to work his hands free, or at least to turn his body away. His gaze, however, never wavers. Eaton is fucking fascinated.

"No, but you want to," answers Jack. "And you want it bad."

"Bullshit!"

"No, my friend, it isn't bullshit." Jack is talking without breaking stride, with out letting up on Buck inside or out. "I make a living ou of knowing what people want and giving it to them. Look at you. You can't even turn away. Don't tell me you don't want what you see." He grabs hold of Buck's harness, lifting the lawyer's shoulders, pulling his hands off the floor.

"You," he says to Buck.

"Yes, Sir?" Buck asks, clasping his hands once again behind his back trusting Jack to hold him suspended. He knows his fucker well. Nothing—almost—ever changes.

"Just what was that line about sucking my dick?" The two men fuck. Every day. Without preamble. Buck has never sucked Jack's dick, has never touched it with his hands or any other part of his

"Sorry, Sir." The submissive language is Buck's choice. Jack would rather do without it, but he likes to see people get what they want.

What Buck wants right now is to have his ass beaten. Jack knows, and will provide him with that and much more. "It's a lie,

Jack hauls his right hand up, brushing the ceiling with his knuckles and bringing it down with a swift, vibrant smack. "THAN! you, Sir," says Buck again.

"Then why did you say it?" Jack raises his hand again.

"To try and get the boy to do it, Sir."

Jack's hand comes down once more, harder.

"THANK you, Sir."

"That's sweet, I guess. But if I want my dick sucked I'll get it on my own. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"All right, then." He turns his gaze back onto Eaton. "Don't worr about it. You'll suck when you want to suck. And you will," he says backhanding Buck's tortured ass once more. "You will want to suc my dick. Believe it."

"No," says Eaton. "Yes," says Jack. He lifts Buck up further, never allowing himself to slip out of his ass, and starts walking the two of them over to face Eaton. "Yes, you will. You already do. Right now. You just don" know it yet."

Now the lawyer's face sits squarely in front of the boy's denim-covered bulge, close enough to brush it with his nose. "Take back your hands," he says to Buck, "and get that boy naked. NOW."

Buck's body quivers, sending new shocks up his spine and his fucker's. His hands dart out to grab Eaton's sneakers. Eaton moves his feet, barely missing cracking Buck's chin with his knee. Jack raises his hand and spears Eaton's eyes. "Hold still," he says, "or

help. Don't even think of kicking him." Eaton moves away again. Jack's raised hand comes down, crossing the boy's face with a gunshot crack, spinning his head to the side, bringing his eyes back to front with a backhand. Eaton whimpers and drops his eyes. A dark wet stain starts to show on the bulge in his basket. Jack likes to give people what they want.

"You," he says to Buck, shoving his hips in deep for emphasis, "lean on your hands." Buck complies, Jack lets go of the leather at his back and reaches both hands up to either side of Eaton's face. "Look at me," he says, tilting the boy's head back. There are tears on the lower lids of Eaton's eyes. Jack brushes them away with his thumbs, strokes the boy's moustache, cradles his skull and pulls him forward, against his bonds, for a kiss. Eaton tries to face away. Jack holds his head. Eaton moves his tongue.

"You spit on me, boy. Yeah. Go ahead. Spit on me, and you'll get just what's coming to you."

Eaton stops then, holds still, finally looks back into Jack's eyes, sobs, shudders, slumps until his whole weight rides his wrists. When at last he lets himself go ahead and cry, the tears fall freely, sliding down his cheeks to drip off his chin onto the skin and hair and leather beneath his face.

Buck shakes again as the first drops land, and leaning onto one hand, uses the other to unlace one shoe as two moustaches come together above him and two open mouths blend. Jack fucks Eaton's face with his tongue, just the same slow stroking way he is fucking Buck's ass with his cock. Eaton's breath speeds up. Even when Jack drops his hands, Eaton's face will not leave his. When he yanks the kid's shirt up out of his pants the belly inside of it ripples and thrusts forward. Jack pulls the shirt up under their chins and leans back to flip the front of it up and over the kid's face. Once he has Eaton's head free again he shoves the T-shirt back down to the messenger's shoulders and reaches in to grab the ponytail and pull it free. Suddenly, he pulls up short.

'Jesus," he breathes. "Buck, would you look at this?"

Buck has managed to pull both Eaton's sneakers off and stops working on freeing the boy's feet from his socks. The tone of Jack's voice is a shock; the use of Buck's name during a scene even more so. Buck looks up. "Oh, my god," he sighs.

Shooting up out of the top of the kid's jeans, flowing up over his flat, fatless belly like some kind of animal smoke, spreading out over his square, spread pecs and into his wide-open pits, is a pelt of fur only slightly more blond than Jack's own and easily as thick.

"Thank You, Sir," says Buck at last.

"Yeah. Right," Jack answers absently, running one hand through the hair on the boy's chest while the other hand strokes his own. "Get his pants off, cocksucker, and you can play in this all you want. I intend to."

Buck's hands flies, ripping off socks and grabbing for belt buckle and fly buttons. Eaton's tongue hangs out now and his eyes are shut. Never has Jack seen anyone beg for a kiss the way this kid is begging now.

'Open your eyes, Eaton."

The boy complies.

"Don't look away from me. Not now. Kiss me back, like you did before—just let me into your brain."

Buck opens Eaton's pants; Eaton flexes his butt to let them fall and grunts when his dick lands in air, just as his tongue lands in lack's mouth.

"Sir?" asks Buck.

"Just do it," Jack mumbles, and thrusts again. Buck opens his throat the way he has opened his ass, swallowing the hard drooling dick in his face until he can bury his nose in the thick golden hair at its base and rub across Eaton's belly with his head. The sound the boy makes the first time a man's face lands in his crotch, the first time a man's mouth surrounds his cock and brings it home, is somewhere between a sigh and a cry. He thrusts his hips. He shudders. He moans when Buck's free hand meets Jack's in the depths of the coat on his chest. He grunts twice, the way Jack knows he must grunt when he's almost THERE, and lack reaches down to yank on Buck's harness, to pull them both away from the boy.

"Hold it, kid. I know it's your first, so enjoy. But you don't come in anyone's mouth anymore. We'll get you off. Just not inside anybody. Use your hands," he says to Buck. "I'll hold you up." He moves them forward once more, watching Eaton's eyes flash between his own and the bulges defining his arms and his chest with the effort it takes him to hold up Buck's body. All three men sigh when they touch again, lack slides his tongue across Eaton's again; Buck spits his hands full and wraps them around the boy's cock. Eaton is wide-eyed and squirming, grunting low in his throat, finally surrendering himself all the way to sensations no woman could ever provide. Jack thrusts into Buck's ass once, slowly, before he picks up where he left off when he pulled back to talk. Buck opens his throat and allows the move to drive him forward and down over the curve of the kid's cock, splaying his hands one last time. Eaton groans. Jack pulls Buck back, slaps his ass, and yells at him, "I SAID, use your HANDS!"

"SIR!" answers Buck, and complies.

Jack stares at Eaton's chest, at his deepfurred legs, at the look of surrender in his eyes and the proof of his helplessness in his high-shackled arms. "You look so nice like that, Eaton. I hate to let you down," he says, slowing his fuck until Buck's ass clamps, begging for more. "But I think it's about time for a change."

Once again without warning, Jack leaves Buck suddenly empty. "You," he says. "Stand up." Buck doesn't want to, but he does as he's told, letting his hands leave the younger man's ready dick and dragging them up through the kid's golden pelt.

'Now," says Jack, as le lets loose of Buck's harness and flexes his hands, "help me take him down."

The two men move together, Jack to Eaton's right side and Buck to his left, and reach up to unfasten his hands from the rail. Jack looks at Buck and says, "Wait." Holding Buck's eyes with his own, he buries the bush of his face in the thick matching hair carpeting Eaton's armpit. Buck stares back, transfixed, Jack pulls back, leaving an ample coating of glittering spit and shooting Buck a wicked smile. "Hungry?" he asks.

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Then eat." The two of them move in together, licking and snuffling and holding the look for as long as they can. Eaton emits a strange, high-pitched giggle, which he cuts short.

"Oh, man, hey, guys—I'm ticklish. Hey—no. Oh, no… " Eaton's legs shake. Eaton's belly heaves. Eaton's chest contracts as he screams. Eaton's tormentors take their time.

"I think he's learned his lesson," says Jack, stroking his moust-ache back into place and sucking the smell of sweat deep into his nose. "Now go ahead and let him down."

Together they let him loose and cradle him as he slumps. Jack yanks the T-shirt off, slaps the kid's ass, leans him up against the wall. "Let go," he says to Buck. Buck does. "Step back," he says. Buck stands away. "Now—on your back." Buck hesitates. "NOW."

Buck sits. Buck lies. Jack reaches into Buck's vest pocket once again, pulls out another foil packet and rips it open with his teeth. He walks up to Eaton. The messenger looks almost boneless: he is soft and relaxed everywhere but between his legs. His dick is swollen now, pointing up and out at an angle, begging for release. Jack slips the condom over its head and fists it quickly down to the base. Eaton sighs and jerks his hips. Jack grabs Eaton's hair.

"All right, now, Eaton. On your knees." Eaton doesn't move. Jack takes his fist back from around Eaton's dick and drives it into the boy's belly.

"I said I wanted you on your knees," he whispers while the messenger gasps for breath. Jack pulls Eaton's ponytail forward and down. Eaton crumples again, this time to kneel at Jack's feet. "That's better." The hand that had covered Eaton's cock now reachs back to uncover Jack's. Jack steps backward, forcing Eaton to shuffle along until the boy crouches between Buck's legs. Buck lies still, staring

"That's an asshole. A man's asshole. It's tight and it's hot and it's slick and you are going to fuck it. NOW" and silent, his hands trapped palm downward on the carpet under his ass. Jack lifts one foot and plants it beside Buck's shoulder, then readjusts the other until he stands squarely above the harnessed man's chest. Buck stares for the first time ever up into the hair-crowded crotch of his weekday-morning fucker. Jack kicks one heel inward.

"You," he says. "Grab your ankles." Buck pulls his knees up tight and does as he is ordered. "Now straighten your legs out and hold them up there." Once again, Buck acts. Jack crouches slightly. For the first time, Buck sees up into the crack of his ass, knowing the big man's hole hides in there, untouched, but unable to see it at all. Jack looks back into Eaton's eyes but talks again to Buck. "Now wrap them around my waist." Buck lifts and grunts and works his way around until his heels meet at the base of Jack's spine. "That's fine," Jack says. "Now stay there."

And now he is talking to Eaton. "Look at that," he says, looking downward himself at the wide-open ass at his feet. "That's not a pussy, Eaton. That's an asshole. A man's asshole. It's tight and it's hot and it's slick and you are going to fuck it. Now." Once again, he yanks on the kid's hair to emphasize his words. Once again the kid hesitates, but not for long this time. He drops his own ass and reaches for his covered pole, places it and thrusts his hips and sinks to the hilt with one shove. His dick is on fire. Nothing he has ever felt prepared him for this. This is an asshole he's in. A man's asshole, and it's clutching at him: he shudders as he feels his nuts squeeze up to reload and get ready to shoot. Jack yanks his head back until their eyes can meet once more.

"Not so fast," he says. "You have one more thing to learn. Right now. Open your mouth, Eaton. Open it and remember how you like it to feel. Use your tongue and keep your teeth covered and breathe deep and give it lots of spit. I like sloppy head, Eaton. I like to hear it when a man sucks my dick. Now look at me, up here, and open your mouth. I've got hold of your head. I'll put you where I want you. You just suck my dick." The boy's eyes shift, but they come back to the man's. Another tear wells up, but he brushes it away. The chest heaves once. The sigh it releases leaves Eaton's mouth slack and ready. Jack wraps the handful of hair tight around his fist and slides himself into the kid's virgin mouth.

So good. This time all three of them think the same thought: so good. This feels SO GOOD. Eaton is awkward, but he learns quickly. Jack is remembering the strange first-time pleasure of a mouth with more enthusiasm than training. Buck is lost in the acres of animal fur he sees above him, and he's long gone on the feel of a newcomer's overprimed shaft up his ass. So good. For all three of

Three ready men find their time growing short. Now they share another thought, a one-word thought that no one speaks. All together, they think: NOW.

NOW.

Jack yanks his cock back and turns the kid's face to one side, sending thick streams out across Eaton's nose and onto the squared angle of his jaw and into the smooth, soft brown mass of hair bunched behind his ear.

"Oh, fellas," Eaton whimpers as he shoves and feels the heat tearing at his groin start to shoot in and up and out. His move lifts

Buck's ass well up off the fucked man's hands.

Buck's untouched cock sends his own release flying in whitehot globs that land on his lightsucking leather, in his black belly hair, o the straight, razored edges of his midnight moustache and finally, squarely, onto his own waiting tongue.

NOW, AGAIN.

All three men come in a way they've never come before. All three are flying. All three are shooting, reloading, shooting again, going on and up, higher, farther, all the way on the sweet squeezin slice that sends the most personal part of each man out into the world where each, in his own way, makes a living. Eaton wails. Buck grunts. Jack grinds and sweats and is silent. Some things, afte all, never DO change.

DRUMMER 128

And now it is over. The three start to come down, Jack is the first to relax as he lets loose his cocksucker's hair and uses his own hands to massage his cum into the kid's skin and scalp. Buck's butt falls back down onto his hands as he sucks himself out of his moustache. Eaton, drained and inexperienced, lets his spent prod slip out of the lawyer's still-hungry hole; Buck makes a quick grab for the rubber and slips its wet, warm bulk out, to tie it off and hand it up to Jack. Jack shakes his head, loosing an arc of sweat that flies from the tip of his nose off to splatter in a thin, flat line across the elevator's walls.

"Oh, boy," he says, taking the safe and stuffing it up into the ceiling with his own. "Oh, boy. Oh, man. Oh, wow." The men begin to compose themselves, to breathe deeply and think about what to do next.

'Guys, I have got to get out of here," Eaton mumbles, staring hungrily at the sagging dick in front of his face and from there down at the asshole his own dick has just left.

"Yeah," says Jack. "We know how that is. Get dressed." Buck stands and stretches and hands around a handkerchief, which the others use to clean themselves up with before they hand it back to be dragged over Buck's belly and folded down into his briefcase. Eaton dresses guickly, Buck carefully and Jack with the heavy animal grace that has marked his every move every morning for more than two years. When they finish Buck turns Eaton around to kiss him deeply and to thank him and to distract him while Jack

"Whoa," grins Eaton. "Perfect timing." The other two smile. "It was that," says Jack, just as they arrive on time. The doors slide away. He steps out. For the first time he turns back and smiles. "See you," he says. The doors close and he's gone.

Buck pulls out a business card and an expensive ballpoint pen: before the doors open again on nine he's written a note for his young animal fucker explaining "To Whom It May Concern" that, if the messenger is late with this delivery, it isn't his fault—he was delayed in a stalled elevator. For a moment he thinks about adding that he's always been satisfied with Eaton's service and the promptness of his deliveries, but thinks better of it. Once again, the doors slide back. Ninth floor, Time to get off.

"Call me," he says as he hands Eaton the card, "if you get into any trouble." Eaton smiles and nods. "Or if you'd like to," R. J. Maldonado adds as the doors close and leave him standing alone on grey wool carpeting, surrounded by blond-panelled walls and leaning his fully fucked ass against the brass plaque that bears his name.

On his way up to twelve, Eaton shakes his head and grins. He pockets the lawyer's card and picks up his envelope, clutches it in one sore armpit and reaches back to retie his hair. He really does like the ladies. He really does like the way they feel, the way they touch him and make him feel, the soft and quiet way he's learned to love them. Now, though, the smell of Jack's cum in his moust-ache , the memory of the way Buck looked clamped down on his cock, prove to him that what he really likes is sex. Hell-he even thinks, now, that he liked being tied up. He's young. His dick is hard again. He gropes himself coarsely through his jeans. The light for eleven winks on and winks off. With his free hand he grabs the emergency stop.

For the second time that morning a strange new knowledge starts to dawn. "Oh, man," Eaton says as he drags out his dick again, already stiff and ready for more. "Oh, fellas," he says as he spits on his palm and starts to stroke. No wonder the timing was perfect. "Oh, jeeze-I SUCK COCK," he yells as he feels himself get ready to come again, this time all over the side wall of the elevator he now knows is nowhere near as balky as everyone thinks—at least not before nine every morning. "Oh, fuck," he howls, and the elevator shaft reverberates with the cry. "Oh, man," he grunts as he finds himself thinking of Jack's big hard dick up his ass. "Oh, fuck," he breathes; "Oh, fuck…

"ME!" he cries as he comes.

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HOT NIPPLE ACTION

Masculine, moustached, muscular, hairy chest, 37, 6'2", 170, Tit Freak. Like having two extra dicks! Prefer them on pumped pecs over washboard abs. Connect the sensory triangle with white-hot, oxygen-giving pain / pleasure. Yeah! Flight attendant (travel nationwide, Canada and Europe.) Photo / phone gets same. Rick. Box 6704LF.

SLAVEBOY WANTED

Intelligent, caring GWM, 30, 6'1", 185 seeks young (18-28), handsome, well-built boy to be my bondage slaveboy and companion. I seek a boy to serve me and to submit to my discipline and leadership, but who will also be respected as a companion. Send photo, address, phone and letter. If accepted, will receive ticket to my Washington, D.C., home. Box 6972LF

NORTHERN CALIFORNIA

ALWAYS READY FOR IT

Hot young Black bottom wants to service tough Tops. Fuck me hard and make me suck your hard throbbing cock for hours. Share me with your friends. Enjoy leather, hoods, toys, partying, groups and more. If you're man enough, write w / photo & phone to Box 6676LF

WM SEEKS DADDY-MASTER 35, 5'10", 140 lbs., bl / bl, smooth. Primarily relationship-oriented. Enjoy collars, CBT / TT, boot / leather service. Looking for educated/ stable man to serve—hopefully on a long- term basis. SF. Photo appreciated, all answered . Box 6679LF.

BIG BEAR HUNTING IN THE AFTERNOON

Teddy Bear types, black bears or polar (white) bears. Big, tall hairy bears with thick, fat, long dicks. Bellies a+ but not a must. I'm 5'10' brown hair and eyes, average build, and not into SM, just good old-fashioned roll-in-the hay sex. Send photo to Box 5151

2 LEATHERMEN / ARIANS!

Hot! Hung! Built! We are versatile: 6', 160, 7%", 23, big hands / 6'3", 175, 9%", huge hands, 35. Into leather games, bondage, prolonged assplay (dildoes, fucking, FFA), safe sex. You: similar tastes and characteristics. Photo with letter gets our asap. PO Box 14574, San Francisco, CA 94114-0574 or Box 6631LF.

ASS SLAVE

Expert ass sucker. Novice pig slave needs training. Into all ass raunch, especially farts, food, stretched holes, shit smearing. Need Tons hottoms and combinations for heavy duty ass sucking service. I need dirty ass, verbal abuse, shitty cock. 41, attractive, built, obedient. Please Sir, send #. Box 6682LF.

DAD'S DAD

Hot, hairy, horny, bearded, pot-bellied 45 year old Sicilian Dad is looking for a hot, hairy, horny, bearded, pot-bellied Dad of his own to play with. Let's get together, work up a sweat and then maybe teach my boy a few new lessons. PO Box 2251, SF, CA 94126

"MANHORSE" SEEKS RIDER on back or in cart. Goodlooking 33, 5'10" 140#, eager to respond to reins, whip, and, spurs. MRC, Box 1256, Rocklin 95677

HAIRY SF TRANSSEXUAL

Small, submissive female-to-male transsex-ual (bearded, muscular, masculine; with pussy instead of cock / balls) wants big, dominant bear for occasional / regular meetings, or relationship . I'm intelligent, employed, HIV-negative, clean, natural (without addictions, adornments / jewelry, scents / deodorants); seeking same. No scat, W / S, torture; just safe-sex, bondage. Box 6783LF.

SADISTIC BALL TORTURE

23-year-old punk wants sadistic leatherman to tie me down and put me through the manhood ritual of brutally torturing my nuts till I talk / submit—and then going farther! I'm 6'1", 155#, blond, athletic, 7.5" with nuts of steell Photo. PO Box 2748, Sunnyvale, CA 94087. Box 6776LF

1988 LEATHERDADDY

Western State Titleholder is searching Nationwide for that special boy. My boy seeks a monogamous longterm relationship with Dad in his 40s. My boy is 20-30s, and like his Dad is creative, intelligent, intimate, sensitive, HIV Neg., substance-free, physically attractive, loving, caring, human being who believes in himself and lives his dreams. If you have the wings of a young eagle and the courage to soar with me, then apply proudly to take your rightful place by my side. Send photo and personal resume to S.I.R., PO Box 1616, Guerneville, Calif. 95446. Box 6766LF

ATTENTION COCKSUCKERS

No talk, no games, no friendship, no relationship , no bullshit, no excuses, no nothing except your mouth on my dick till I'm done. Photo / phone to Box 6990

OVER DADDY'S KNEE

Little boy looking for big Daddy to tan his ass, teach proper discipline-boy knows how to please daddy, likes his ass beat with paddles, and Daddy's big hand. Then have Daddy plow boy's bubble butt. Bearded Daddies only. I'm 30, 5'6", 120 lbs., smooth body. Box 6486LF

ABUSE THIS PUSSY DADDY

Cunt bottom needs to serve horny, arrogant Top-red assed! Use verbal abuse, stud discipline, corporal punishment and humiliation to get all the ass and head you want your way! HIV- No drugs, please. Box 6477

BOTTOM SEEKING BONDAGE TOP

S.F. leatherman, masculine, white, 32, seeks experienced Top for bondage and safe SM/ sex. Have toyroom and experience. I love bondage and have the facilities / equipment to do it right! Skilled "trainer" planning to visit S.F. requested to write in advance to assure memorable visit. Discretion required and reciprocated. Photo appreciated and returned on request. Box 5870LF

SAN RAMON VALLEY

Who's out there? Clean-cut, versatile GWM, 35, wants to meet other attractive, leather-oriented guys in the 580 / 680 area. Open to friendship, hot j / o, bondage, 3-ways, and more. Younger and / or inexperienced guys are welcome. Send photo (preferred), descrip- tion, and interests. Box 6561LF

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Send $59.95 plus $3 s&h to MEN, Box 31755-D, San Francisco, CA 94131

FF TOP WANTED

Horny 38 year old hairy bottom, 5'6", 155, wants rugged, mature Top. Enjoys trips, fantasies , slings, playrooms, dildoes, shaving, bondage . Tattooed, hairy, biker / trucker types a plus. Fantasize about porn, erotic hands, fisting ballet, etc. Slip me one, then slip it all in! Photo, phone appreciated. Box 6554LF

HEY BOY!

Your Daddy is looking for you. If you are naturally submissive and have a need for guidance and direction in your life, then you're my kind of boy. Also, you must be open and communicative. Call only if you are serious. Telephone (916) 391-9755.

ASS WORSHIP

Squat your hole over my face and let me clean it for you. Goodlooking husky GWM, 33, seeking man who enjoys guy down in front of him cleaning his feet, pits, balls and especially his ass. Sit on my chair and let me tongue-bathe you. T / T, W / S, V / A too. Box 6622LF

MASCULINE, REAL

Hot, masculine, real pervert, 40 yrs, 6', 180#, bl / bl, masculine, sexual, friendly, inquisitive Top (it's what works) looking for similar to each achieve potential in a mutually supportive relationship. Can be mentor, big buddy, friend to honest, ethical, responsible perverted man. Let's enjoy life and each other. Assistance in relocating to California small town. Will answer all with photo, birthdate, honest letter of interests to partner. Box 6626LF

NORTH BAY DADDY

Leather / levis Masculine early 50's, 190 lbs. good body, pierced tits, HIV-NEG bearded professional man looking for safe sex buddy. Experienced, versatile Top prefer 50 / 50 manto -man action for evening home sessions & camping-canoeing Sonoma-Mendocino. Visitors to SF wanting a break in the country welcome. Photo if available. Box 6684LF.

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Number 1 thru number 125 complete, plus Drummer Daddies 1, 2 & 3, The Best and the Worst of Drummer, Son of Drummer, Drummer Rides Again, Class of '82 and Drummer Presents the Erotic Art of Bill Ward. All in mint condition with all centerfolds included. Best offer complete. Box 5943LF

GET SERIOUS eventually. For now, let's play. GWM, 26, 5'10", 190, muscular, bearded. Mostly bottom, occasional Top. Beards, big men, leather, uniforms, brains, cigars, piercings, bondage (on earning trust), pain, ass beating, whipping, cuddling are turn-ons, San Francisco / environs, Box 6904

HAIRY ARMED TOP

Bear Dad looking for hungry holes that just can't get enough. Photo / phone. Box 6990

NUDE HOUSEBOY-SON sought by retired GWM for San Francisco apartment, You're 18-40, White or Oriental, drug / smoke-free, submissive, obedient and affectionate. We are HIV-negative and seek permanent set up. Full letter, photo, phone to Box 6123LF

YOUNG TOP WANTED

Me: 37, 5'6", 150, W / M, hairy, goodlooking professional. You: 25-35, smooth, creative into B&D, C&BT, hoods, light S / M in bedroom, friend / lover out. Photo & letter gets mine. Box 6933

WORTHY MAN SEEKS SAME (NOTE CORRECTED ADDRESS)

Clean-cut, masculine, regular guy with nicely-defined 5'8", 140 lb. body, into leather, levis, B / D, would be proud to serve and satisfy very masculine, well-built, taller man capable of dominating and deserving of respect. No fat, drugs, drunks, or unsafe sex. Please write Boxholder, 6116 Merced #194, Oakland, CA 94611. This address recently corrected. If previously unable to make contact, try again.

FACESITTERS, PISS & JO

Gdlkg W / M 37 seeking hot young tops 18-35 to sit on my face. My mouth is your toilet seat and urinal. Fart up my nose, shit into my mouth. Regular action possible weekends & evenings. Smoke OK. No pain or humiliation. Write: Bill S. #237, 2215-R Market St. San Francisco, CA 94114.

HEY YOU

Boy seeks Man to play and tumble with. Boy is into mutual tit and ass work. Boy is 24, Brn / Brn, 5'11", 160. Safe only and no drugs. Box 6946

EASTBAY BUDDIES 38 / 42

We're hot-n-horny for bearded burly men, truckers, bikers, leathermen, uniforms, for no-holds-barred outdoor sex. If you have a foul mouth and good imagination, we're into balls, pits, tits, dicks and ass. SAFE. RICK, 484 Lakepark, #190, Oakland, CA 94610

SILICON VALLEY MASOCHIST seeks SF bay area sadist with black leather boots needing licking and who truly enjoys whipping the back, ass, belly, and legs and spreading, weighting, stretching, and squeez- ing the balls of his partner. M is mid 40s, neg, tall, WM. S must be 30-50 neg WM. Not into FF, scat, WS, piercing, drugs, damage, unsafe sex. Am seeking long-term relationship with levi torture Master. Box 6957

X-NAVY BOY 29 NEEDS DADDY

40+ to show me he knows what he wants and how to get it. I play hard and safe. Teach me a thing or two, Dad? Bob, 484 Lakepark #190, Oakland, CA 94610

SMALL MASTER WANTED

WM slave, 5'6", 145, seeks domination, discipline, humiliation from short / lightweight Master. Into body worship, armpits, verbal abuse, leather. Especially seek to grovel at the feet of a Black / Asian Master. PO Box 6655, San Francisco, CA 94101.

PLAYROOM FOR RENT

South-of-Market Bondage Playroom for rent, $100. minimum / use. (415) 621-6294.

HUMAN URINAL AVAILABLE CK, 3311 Mission Street, #35, SF, CA 94110

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH to be the slave you know you are? SF Bondage Master is tired of pushy bottoms and is looking for a genuine slave. Master is 43, 6'4" 220 lbs., brown hair and eyes, is heavily tattooed and is a cigar smoker. Leather, bondage, uniforms, rubber, boots and shaving are some of my turn ons. All letters answered, but those with a photo given first priority. Reply to: 2404 California Street, #7, San Francisco, CA 94115

N. CA PUPPY NEEDS TRAINER

Training might include VA, bondage, boots, TT / CBT, wax, shaving, and milk bones. Puppy can be reached at, "Puppy," Box 16, 484 Lake Park Avenue, Oakland, CA 04610

BUTCH JOCK BOTTOM

Very handsome, masculine, muscular, bottom, L / L. BM 39, 6'1", 178 lbs., healthy, intelligent athlete. Needs training in B / D, S&M, TT, shaving, prolonged assplay, toys. Seeks commanding, imaginative, experienced Top, hung and muscular. Safe and sane, Sir. Photo & phone. Box 5959LF.

DEPRAVED LEATHER FILTH

Freak seeks others into getting tweaked out and playing heavy leather games. Filthy talk, cod pieces, W / S, B / H, boots, Nazi fantasies, rubber, fetishes, safe sex only, I'm 41, 5'11' WM. You must have leather and a filthy imagination. Send picture & detailed letter. No relationships, just occasional scenes. Box 7009

SEEKING MASTER / TOPMAN

HIV+, 50, male with playroom in East Bay seeks longterm Master / Topman for fantasy trips, CBT, dildoes, safe sex fucking & sucking. Box 7021

WANTED: MASOCHIST SLAVE

Tall, gooklooking WM, 38, leather sadist seeks part time masochist / slave. Interests: leather, safe ass / face fucking, C / B / T, bondage, S / M, whips, chains, dildoes, bootlickers, V / A, piss, hoods, grovelers, slapping around, sharing slaves with other Masters, motorcycles, weeknite scenes. Photo, phone, specs to: Box 7053LF

UNIFORM / LEATHER TOP WANTED

WM, 33, 6', 175, boot dog needs training in care of Boots / Leather / Uniform for military/ LE type. Have many fantasies that need to be turned into realities. Interested in cigar smoking Tops with arrogant cocky attitude who want a bootlicker to use and abuse. B / D, verbal abuse, hoods, gags. Meeting preferred, photo / letter exchange possible. Box 3711LF

MATURE SON NEEDS SPANKING

WM, 44, HIVneg, average looking, seeks a San Francisco Daddy. If you're a mature man into giving bare bottom spankings with hand and hair brush, then write me. Daddy should be healthy and well-established. Son is very sincere and desires a relationship based on respect and friendship. I will relocate for you. Contact: Jason, PO Box 6894, Orange, CA 92613

SMOOTH AND SWIFT

D.H. call F.S.

HEAVY SPANKING

WM, 35, seeks hand, paddle, strap, frat hazing, military discipline. Box 1821, Carmi- chael, CA 95609

SHAVED BRANDED SLAVE into heavy BD, stretching, gags, TT, CBT, weights, toys, exhibitionism, prolonged ass/ face fucking, etc. Seeks Serious Master to serve totally. SLV Michael, PO Box 14402, Oakland, CA 94614. Hurry.

DUNGEON FURNITURE WANTED

Dungeon furniture and gear wanted in good condition. I'm setting up a dungeon / playroom and am interested in buying good condition gear that you maybe no longer use. Not interested in toys or restraints. Please send details and phone number to RL, PO Box 31782, SF, CA 94131

BAY AREA AND SO CAL

WM, 40, trim, attractive, masculine, very Montgomery Street, bottom, hairy, professional , fun, kinky looking for HOT guys 20 to 40, under 6 ft, slender, cocky, who enjoy all night sessions fisting, TT and whips on fun substances. Letter and photo to Box 6320LF

SM RELATIONSHIP

I'm ready to give and take in an effort to let a relationship grow. Mature, stable, serious, 5'10", 170, 45. Open to most scenes. Your age, size, looks, less important than your attitude. I want to develop a relationship which will include intense, wild, but safe action. Gary Richards, PO Box 781, Santa Rosa, CA 95402-0781

HOT BOTTOMS WANTED

Sadistic Top, 50, 6'3", 185, wants bottoms/ masochists into bondage, CBT work, butt work, shaving, hoods, gags, verbal abuse, dog training. Well-equipped Correction Room. Letter / photo, Box 7091

BEARDED COCKSUCKER NEEDED

Constantly horny for a warm mouth. I'm 25, 6', short beard, 7", brown hair, blue eyes. Prefer Dad who likes to please, 30-45, healthy. Letter and photo to: Box 0354, Campbell, CA 95009

HARD NUTS

San Jose WM Stud. Nut / penis / nipple freak, 30s, 6', muscles. Tortures his equipment swollen and purple. Heavy pain and extra limits wanted. I know the feeling, tell me what you want. Photo with reply. Box 7058

ARISTOCRAT LORD & MASTER wants to own a live-in butler / secretary / slave boy. You will be stripped, chained, and flogged until you serve me perfectly. With whip and collar I wil make you become a responsive, obedient slave. For starters, you must be intelligent, attractive, healthy, and completely submissive to my will. In return, you may expect everything from international travel and exotic parties to harsh discipline. I will safeguard your health, but otherwise I am a merciless, demanding Master. Box 7071

WANTED / NOW

Guy who loves to suck and to get fucked. Older Daddy (45, 190, 6', big shoulders) needs safe-sex buddy 25-40. Tits, lips, loving, fun, hardcore. Photo / phone. Box 7081

MARAUDING MOTORCYCLIST

Cleancut motorcycle rogue in full black leather, tall boots, 6'2", 175, 32, T / b looking for same for rasslin', leather i / o. Sane, intelligent , masculine, straight-acting, healthy road warrior rides hell bent for leather and outdoor adventure. Need buddy for camping, rallies, good times and friendship. Photo gets mine. Box 7084

BONDAGE PARTIES

Monthly safesex leather parties. MC, Post Office Box 42501, San Francisco, CA 94101.

RED HOLE

Big Redhead with beefy butt looking for hungry mouths. Box 2251, SF 94126

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

HOT WHITE MASTER / TOP / DADDY wanted by white slave bottom, 37, 5'11", 200 lbs, husky, hairy, brown hair, hazel eyes, moustache. Am into leather, levis, boots, uniforms, being G / P, F A / P (front / rear), S / M, B / D, W / S, toys, tit play. Sincere only, Sir. Send orders & info to Jay, PO Box 67E06, Los Angeles, CA 90067. (LF5349)

LONG THICK CIGARS / COCKS

Muscular WM, 28, 5'8", 150 lbs., wants Cigar-smoking top into leather / uniforms, bondage, and rough, rough sex. I want it hot, sweaty and abusive. We'll both scream with pleasure. You should be white, 25-45, and experienced (mustache preferred). Call (818) 889-5475 or send letter w / photo. Box 6777LF.

LEATHER MAN READY

Experienced bottom, 47, into serious bondage (mummification, immobilization, isolation, sensory deprivation) and S&M (CB / T, T / T, Ass / T) scenes. Safe sex only. Have a fully equipped playroom. Waiting for that special Top. No calls between 11pm-9am. (818) 843-5428. Burbank. Box 6767LF.

DOCTOR NEEDED W / M, 5'11", 165, 41, slender, needs Good Doctor to give me a nude physical examination . Especially my genital and rectal areas. Must be as realistic and complete as possible. Box 6741.

HOT FAT GUY

Goodlooking young chubby seeks men. All scenes. Call (213) 285-3327

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).

EXHIBITIONIST

33, Bi / W / M, horny and sexy; hung and hot; built and beautiful. Experienced. Seeking opportunities. Any scene OK w / other hunk(s). Cue the spotlight, open the curtain, and give me S / M, B / D, W / S, imagination. Give (accept) the challenge, let's blow our minds. Greg (714) 499-4079. (No J / O calls) Box 6562.

YOUNGER BROTHER, SON SLAVE

Very masculine Big Brother / Dad / Master, W / M, 43, 6'1", 200#, dominant, yet protective , desires a younger brother / son / slave. Applicant must be 25-35, GWM, masculine/ Levi / Western type guy, maybe living in Ontario or nearby. Letter / photo to: Tom, 12475 Central Avenue, #154, Chino, CA 91710 (714) 597-8095. Box 6560LF

HOT SURFER STUD

Blond bodybuilder, 29, 6', 180, extremely goodlooking, hung and experienced, wants hot bottom for sweaty workouts and submission. Photo a must. 8721 Santa Monica Boulevard, Apt. 644, West Hollywood 90069.

ESCAPED PRISONER NEEDS CAPTURING San Diego Area GWM 31 6'1" 170 needs shackling, handcuffing, confinement, humiliation . Will become guard's prisoner and slave if I don't escape. Looking for long term confinement / relationship. I'm HIV neg and clean, same a must. Send detailed letter / photo. Occupant, Box 1652, Solana Beach, 92075. Box 6838LF.

COCKY MASTER / SON SOUGHT by successful, trim-bearded, hunky San Diego W / M 42, masculine, loner, 5'10", 165, 8". Son: to 5'11", slim, 71 / 2" plus, 22-37, Levi / Leather w / boots to bring Dad to his knees for disci- pline / humiliation, heavy cock-ball-body-boot service. W / S, dog training possible! Should like cuddling, affection, smoke, poppers. Write w / pic if possible & phone. Box 6932LF

PRIMO ASS

Wholesome, muscular WM, 30s, craves to explore his submissive fantasies of being spanked and dildoe fucked. Muscular friendly stud needed as steady. Tim Hunt, 1187 Coast Village Road, #I-134, Santa Barbara, CA 93108-2794

PWA IN VALLEY

You responded to my ad "HIV POS SEEKS KINKYBUDDY", but I lost your number. Give me a call. Randy (213) 271-5352.

ARE YOU A FIST FUCKER?

WM / 43 / 6'/160#, hot / deep / wide asshole seeks sensual top or versatile fist fuckers for long erotic sessions. Palm Springs (619) 321-2819

WEEKEND SLAVE AVAILABLE

Sincere, will-built young man seeks experienced Top who desires occasional, unlimited use of clean-cut, healthy slave. Can travel. Nude photo available for your inspection. Serious only. Box 6964.

WEEKEND L.A. SLAVE WANTED for naked hard house and yard work under strict overseer in exchange for heavy S / M workouts Saturday nights. Definitely not for novices. Box 7022

WANTED

Independent, marine-type Daddy / Master with a strong mind and strong hands willing to take on a recruit who is equally willing to learn the ropes and take discipline when administered. Recruit is 6'2", 190, handsome and educated. Include photo and phone for quick response. Box 7025

TOTALLY MASCULINE SLAVE

Leather / uniforms / cigars / boxer shorts / three piece suits / Levi's / boots / slut parties / name it, Sir. Me: 6'1", 185, goodlooking, masculine, athletic, cock-sucking bottom, dark hair, blue eves, 39. You: hot looking Top over 30, interested in expanding limits / trust of this very hungry, willing versatile bottom. Buzz. Box 7026

DAD WANTS PONYBOY / SON

Dad, 45, hunky model, excellent shape, 7" cut, serious but fun-loving, HIV+. Turnons: leather, uniforms, rubber, spandex. Ponyboy: butch, 21-25, 5'4"-5'9", must work-out, bubble butt a must, small pony cock a plus. Into bondage, spanking, body-shaving, tits, ass training, ripe armpits and heavy gym workouts . No drugs or smoking. Dad is willing to train. Boys send crotch hair, photo and phone number to Dad: Box 6996

UNCUT TOP WANTED for body worship, scat, W / S, foot / boot licking by GWM bottom, 42. (213) 654-2741. Calls before 10pm please.

SHARE THE ADVENTURE

If you are the Master of your life and want to be the Master of mine. I'm 34, bottom, husky and honest: looking for a dominant man in his 30s to 40s and successful. Looks are less important than attitude. I offer a genuine commitment to the one who can accept true submission. I don't expect perfection but I'll treat you as if you are. Sammy. (714) 220-0513. (6566LF)

GLORYHOLE

Hot leather guys, 18-35, in good shape, to report to private glory hole to be serviced by a leather slave, 28, 165, 5'11" just out of the navy. Very private scene. Sessions happen often, so leave name and number if not in. Call Master Paul, West Hollywood. (213) 657- 5327 (7048LF)

YOUNG MASTER SEEKS SLAVE

This young cute guy wants a total bottom boy who desires to serve. You must be obedient and eager to eventually become the property of a worldly, experienced little dude who knows what he wants and will get it! Duties include my constant sexual gratification, housekeeping, paperwork and companionship. Prefer slave under 30. Box 46194, LA, CA 90046

SIR

Very inexperienced WM, 31, 5'7", 140 will submit to safe / sane Master for training. PO Box 880642, San Diego, CA 92108

ATTN: MUSCLEBOUND PITBULLS!

Four rowdy, aggressive, aroma sniffin, throat hounds want to meet other campus gorillas into pumpin weights, poundin down brews, and hillside bangin's. Box 7083

REQUEST MASTER'S INVITATION

Invite Orange County couple to your next playroom scene. Let us watch you safely play, with respected limits. White, healthy, 30 and 45 to see same. Enjoy photo exchange, too. Box 7098

ORANGE COUNTY BOTTOM MAN

WM, 5'11", 175, 50, younger looking, average build and looks, 6½" uncut, shaved balls, looking for Top to fill needs. Will try anything at least once. Expand my limits, you take control. HIV+. Answer with picture. Box 7121LF

LEATHER / VET / HARLEY BUDDY seeks confident, in-charge, life successful and whole person with opportunities for loyal, quality-service, respectful partnering & good mansex then trust-scenes. Gráham: open spirited, self-employed, assured, malleable, tactile (42, 72', 190, stache, brown, hazel, HIV-/good health, ringed, some earned L-gear) change worthy. 175 Monroe, Pomona 01757 91767

INTIMACY, DISCIPLINE

Want relationship with man who expects obedience. I'm 26 (look 20), 5'9", 150, brown / green, considered a "7". Interested in almost all Drummer scenes. Am independent, but would consider lifestyle change for right person. Be White, no smokers / drugs. West-minster . Please send demands to Box 7115LF

COLORADO

FIT TO BE TIED! and ready to be abused. Novice, 48, 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. (303) 288-4109 or Box 6780LF.

YOUNG WHITE / ASIAN for lite bondage and spanking. I'm GWM, 51, versatile, tennis, run, hike, travel. No S / M. (303) 972-4177

CONNECTICUT

LEVIS, FLANNEL SHIRTS 4x4s

Bear, trucker type, self-employed carpenter WM, 5'4", 160, 36, bearded hairy, pierced cock. Into levis, recycled beer, sweat, catheters , piercing, tattoos, piss hole work, how wax, cock modification, electricity. Right stud will try? Blue collar, bearded blonds a plus 06776 locals & photo / phone same. Box 6677LF

HARTFORD TITS AND ASS

GWM, 47, 6'4", 200 lbs., into tit, ass and CB workouts. Slow and long. No games, just men Hard safe sex. HIV neg. If you are in shape and ready for the experience, write a descriptive letter. PO Box 95, East Glastonbury, CT 06025 Box 6632LF.

DC-METRO

DEDICATED LEATHERMAN

GWM, 40, 5'10", bl / bl, 150 lbs., mustache goatee, seeking other men into good kinky bu safe sex, brotherhood and friendship. Ar versatile and intelligent with many interest both sexual and nonsexual. Special turn-on include titwork, hair, tats. PO Box 234 Manassas, VA 22110. (LF4696)

BODYBUILDER SLAVE

WM, 42, 5'11", 175, 45" chest, 30" wais well built, together, loner, erotic. Lear muscular, nonsmoker; use / abuse, whipping safesex. Ex-military special warfare. Relate t Lawrence of Arabia, Mishima, "Story of O "9½ Weeks," "Image," "Beauty" Trilogy. J PO Box 44029, Ft. Washington, MD 2074 (LF5030)

GET & SERVE A HOT MAN

Tall, masculine, slender, in-shape, hung, Da Man, seeks other in-shape Men / boys. You ca get lots of playing: verbal, sucking, TT, Frimming, toys and restraints, if you are ho horny and work for it. Call (202) 667-6151. N J / O calls

SM TOPMAN

Well-built, quality Topman into hot, heavy b safe and sane kink-sex, 40, 5'10", 44" ch, 3 w: seeking submissive level-headed botto men for play times in S / M, B / D, C / B / T, etc. I raunch, am into responsible hot sex based trust and man-to-man respect. Photo & pho to Box 6100LF

HUMAN URINAL

Slim, attractive, 160, 6', 39, toilet will recycle you and your safe friends. Photo gets reply. Visitors welcome. Box 28381, Washington, D.C. 20005

FLORIDA

BONDAGE DUDE

5'10", 175, 27, 8" cut, looking for young men (18-35) into bondage. Possible long-term relationship with guy who really knows how to fuck around in bed, make me pig wild. I've got a collection of leather toys / gear for restraint, submission & discipline. Hood, gags, etc. How about you? Ft. Lauderdale area. Box 6496LF

BIG MASCULINE MAN WANTED active well experienced white slave desires strong rugged hairy muscled dark complexion to dark men-in tight well-worn levis, fatigues, uniforms, leather-for hot funky sex, W / S, B / D, S / M, G / F, rim. Provide your hot sweaty body, I'll do the rest. 305-324-5754.

BEARDED DADDY WANTED

Orlando, 27 y.o., 5'10", 195 lbs., GWM, chubby, bearded, shy, inexperienced but am fucking herny. Looking for older chubby bearded daddy/ tutor type, willing to patiently teach me the ropes. Eager to be taught most everything including leather scene. Like toys, dildos, rubbers and watching X-rated videos. Box 6548LF.

BONDAGE, LEATHER, RUBBER

Muscular White male, bk hair, br eyes, 5'8". 155 lbs., versatile, short or long term, hoods, rope, chains, etc. Wish to hear from and meet for sessions. Send descriptive letter. Box 6985.

COCKY JOCK

30 year old hot jock bottom seeking aggressive guy to adjust my attitude. Top this 5'11" 160 lb. horny stud butt. Frat hazing, BB, locker room scenes, B / D, leather, service, worship and whatever you demand. Photo / phone to PO Box 16135, Tampa, FL 33687

SADISTIC TORTURE SCENES

Whipping, cock, ball, and tit torture, bondage and slowly increased levels of erotic pain. Straining muscles suffering under the savage hands of a sadistic villian is the scene I'm after. WM, 42, 5'6", 145, bodybuilder. Novice needs guidance into S / M and bondage scenes by experienced S / M bondage bodybuilders. Box 7055LF

BOOTED DADDY

Daddy is 55, 5'9", slim, seeks young son. Daddy into most sex, uniforms, boots, and leather. AUA member. Aids negative. Enjoys active life, gym, outdoors. Son should be aids negative, non-smoker, no drugs, straight appearing, any color or race. Photo / letter to "Sir", Boxholder, PO Box 211, Cape Coral, FL 33910 (7047LF)

RELOCATING

Mature GWM seeks affordable living share with same, anywhere in Florida. Congenial, healthy, educated, neat. W. Richter, PO Box 1107, Bronx, NY 10462

A FASCINATION WITH BONDAGE!

North Palm Beach submissive novice enjoys all forms of bondage including racks, slings, suspension, pulleys, complete workrooms. I'm 33, Br / Br, slim swimmer bod. Exhibit me now for your pleasure. Will travel. Call Lee (407) 622-6780, 6pm-10pm only

PASSIVE DADDY / BLACK SON

Submissive White Daddy (49), 5'9", 165, desires Dominant Black Son (18-35). Into uniforms, boots, leather and more. Possible long-term relationship. Box 7067

WANTED: HAIRY DADDY BEAR

Sexual fantasy Master into non-stop fucking and other Mansex scenes, possibly leading to piercing my right tit or fisting my tight ass, by goodlooking masculine GWM, 39, 6', 195, GR / p, non-smoker, healthy. Fulfill my submissive fantasies. Tampa Bay area. Box 7087

BLACK MASTER

30, 5'9", 162, very stern, safety oriented, seeks clean drug free, non-drinking, nonsmoking lackey, whipping boy. I demand totally obedient slave, not games. Slave must be under 30, 5'4" to 5'7". Enclose photo, phone. Box 7123LF

GEORGIA

SEMI-EXPERIENCED

GWM, 38, 5'10", 155 lbs., moustache, attrac- tive, professional, stable, mature, fun-loving, anti-bar, seeks singles, couples or groups for expansion of mutually agreed upon top and / or bottom safe scenes (leather, B / D, TT, photos, S / M, etc.) inexperienced OK. Visitors welcome. Monogamous relationship with right person. PO Box 76125, Atlanta, GA 30358-1125. (404) 636-1688. (LF6894).

ATLANTA AREA

GWM, 32, 5'11", 155 lbs., attractive, honest, responsible, has top or bottom fantasies involving rubber, bondage, dildoes, etc. (no pain). Ultimately hope to enjoy a totally monogamous, loving relationship but also have need for safe experience with a trustworthy , completely honest man. PO Box 36022, Decator, Georgia 30032 (5774LF).

OBEDIENT BOY(S) WANTED

By hairy, husky Dad, 5'8". You're 21-35, trim, with profound need to surrender yourself for exhibition and frequent safe hard use. I'll provide affection, understanding, abuse, humiliation , as needed. No pain. Part time or more. Photo appreciated, application: Manservant, PO Box 52946, Atlanta, GA 30355. Box 6727LF.

TWO TOPS require burly butch for basics plus FF, WS marathon sessions in playroom with sling. 35: stocky, beard, hairy, balding. 41: slender, beard, hung. Must be versatile, well-hung. No ego jerks or royalty. Couples, high times OK. Letter, photo, phone to #821, 1579F Monroe Drive, Atlanta GA 30324. (404) 892-1581. (6572LF)

ATLANTA LEATHERMAN

GWM, 37, 5'8", 145 lbs, good-looking, pierced, bearded, professional. Experience limited. Prefer to be Top, but versatile. Into light S&M, TT, BD, porn, leather, cockrings, chaps, harnesses, uniforms, dildoes. Safe only. Let's get together in my playroom. Photo appreciated. Box 6901.

ATLANTA AREA TOP / BOTTOM

Hot guy, 38, 5'11", 160, salt & pepper hair, hairy, blue eyes, moustache, talented hands and hungry hole seeks similar versatile guys. Box 7116LF

HAWAII

KINKY PLAYMATES / FRIENDS

Looking for kinky bottom for safe play. Ropes, fantasies and spankings are some of my favorite things. Me: smooth, 5'10", 160 lbs., uncut in-shape top. You: height / weight proportionate , 21-45 in greater Honolulu area. Beginners welcome. Send. letter / photo (no photo / no reply) to: Box 6473LF.

ILLINOIS

HORSE WANTED

6'11 / 2", 205 lbs., 60 yr. Daddy Master wants any age 220 lb+ BB or strong heavyset slave bottom to carry me piggyback, 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. Box 6617LF

BODYBUILDER / LEATHERMAN

Hot GWM BB 180#, 5'9", brown beard, 8" thick, big balls. Into FF, large dildoes, balls, leather, vacuum pumps, body worship. Wanted: similar daddy type MEN (not boys), experienced , hairy, hung, versatile. I have equipped playroom. Letter & photo to: Deek, 3161 N. Halsted #2, Chicago, IL 60657. Box 6765LF.

BONDING AGAIN

43, 5'11", 185, handsome, well-built, articulate , would like to meet leather brothers for companionship, social, and possibly more. Write J.R.J., 707 South 6th #508, Champaign, IL 61820. Box 6778LF.

SLAVE SEEKS MASTERS / TOPS

Suck, fuck (condoms), V / A, shaving, wax, dildos, enemas, spit, piss, shit, toys, uniforms, leather, slings. Enjoy aroma, smoke. Slave: WM, 31, 5'10", blond, smooth. Need limits respected and expanded. Sir, please pick your pleasure and write a letter. Photo, phone preferred. Any ideas? Box 6630LF.

CHICAGO LEATHER / BONDAGE

Bottom needs more experience in all hardcore sex scenes. Willing to explore all raunch and medium pain. FF top, but would like to be converted to bottom. Also receptive to companionship and traditional sex scenes. Am 25, 6', 185, hairy, brown hair, blue eyes, cleancut. Send photo. Box 6685LF.

BLUE COLLAR BUDDY

Chicago Area, GWM, bottom, 35, short, moustache, seeks experienced / responsible Top(s) for serious, restrictive, prolonged bondage. Hoods, gags, gasmasks, boots, leather, rubber, uniforms, unionsuits, jocks, condoms, C / B / T play, cigars, ace bandages, duct tape, mummification, immobilization, confinement, body bags, forced / controlled cigar smoking, bondage in layers of clothes. Safe sex Only! Box 6841LF

HOT VOYEUR COUPLE

Horny, masculine GWC, 40 / 41 seek to meet hot couples to share our sling-equipped 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 scenes. Boxholders, PO Box 41-1175, Chicago, 60641 Box 6846LF.

HUNGRY MALE PUSSY / CUNT

White, handsome, 30s bottom son has wet mouth, big tits, and tight pussyhole. Needs a White / Hispanic Daddy / Top(s). Son is a slut/ whore and wants to be used as such by Daddy(s) and his friends. Love to be gang banged. Call (312) 338-5528.(LF6898)

DOG SLAVE WANTED

Master, 38, experienced, attractive, 6'2", blond, 190 lbs, bearded, seeking collared, boot licking dogslave, 18 to 30. Humiliation, long term bondage, caged confinement, wax, shaving, tit work, C / B torture, whippings assured. Affection, social activities provided if earned. Photo, phone, letter to: PO Box 148434, Chicago, IL 60614. (LF6935)

MASTERS NEEDED

GWM slave, 26, 180 lbs, 6', 71 / 2" cut, seeking muscled, hung, cigar smoking Masters 25-40 for initiation into SM, BD, TT, C / BT, hoods, VA, shaving. Expand my limits Sir, while I worship your body and fulfill your needs. NW Chicago subs. Phone, photo and orders to Box 6938LF

MILITARY MAN WANTED by short, muscular 34 year old for base gym workouts. Box 7020

BEARDED HAIRY LOVER WANTED

26 year old blond, bearded, 6'1", 200 lb hunk, new to Chicago from Arizona, seeks a handsome , hairy, bearded lover who's sensitive, romantic, monogamous, will be my friend, lover, and soulmate. Box 7008

SLAVE BOY WANTED

Goodlooking, masculine, WM, 35, 6', 165, in shape, dark, hairy, moustache, dominant, seeks smooth, hot slave boy for bondage and other games. Photo required. Box 7005

BOY WANTED

Top (34, 5'10", 175, bearded) seeks bottom (under 31, short, slim) with moustache and tight ass for brutal scenes. Boyish looks a plus. Box 7095

INDIANA

HOT SEX sought with horny college jock, construction, blue collar or BB types by hot blond, 35, 5'7", 135, mostly bottom. Into most scenes, mild to wild. I'm also an I.U. student and artist seeking models to photograph for my artwork. John, PO Box 5903, Bloomington, IN 47408. (6552LF)

ANYTHING GOES

Thirty-five year old Master wants slave. Call (812) 424-6550

DADDY LOOKING FOR SON

Very hairy, big, dark, 27, needs boy to disci- pline and love. (812) 336-3141. Occasionally in Cincinnati

IOWA

URBAN ABORIGINAL

Leather Dad new to lowa City: bearded, ringed, 40, 5'8", 145 … questing for action with men / boys / masculine others … deep FF as yoga; bondage, TT, nutcrushing meditations … Safe & sane & sincere in my prode (nutrit needs / pursuits … All answered / considered. Now is the time. Box 5413LF.

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ATTN: TRUCKERS / BIKERS / COPS

Slave 31, 6'3", 171, 8" to service Goodlooking, Well built, Well hung Truckers, Bikers or Cops while passing through Des Moines, Iowa (180-135). A real dick pleaser, offers fantastic face fucking (head) and ass to Hot Macho Truckers, Bikers or Cops. Leather, Cigars, Beer, Piss, Sweat, Poppers, Semis, Bikes and Badges a turn-on for a gang of bikers, Truckers, or for HOT one-on-one action (safe sex only). For information and telephone number, send name, address, and a photo to: Lee, PO Box 7223, Grand Station, Des Moines, lowa 50309

KANSAS

FROM KISSING TO SCAT

No pain, condoms for screwing. Otherwise anything goes; WS, FF, 69, scat. I'm top and bottom, 33, attractive, professional and intelligent . You are under 35, honest, no substance addictions, and attractive. Prefer clean- shaven. Can travel KCMO to OKC. Write soon with photo and phone to box 6458LF

MASTER / DADDY SEEKS SLAVE

Dominant Master / Daddy, 37, 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 builds. The Master, PO Box 1373, Manhattan, KS 66502

KENTUCKY

NOVICE DESIRES TRAINING

GWM, 39, 5'5", 133, Lexington, seeks hairy man, similar age, for introduction in SAFE Leathersex, Box 7108

MARYLAND

PART TIME MASTER NEEDED

By slave / bottom with lover who doesn't like to dominate this 34, 6', 175 Baltimore WM. Need to serve and service leather-clad or uniformed master (his dick, boots, body) as he demands. Not into FF, scat, shaving. Photo appreciated and returned with mine, Sir. Box 6625LF

WRESTLING / BONDAGE

East Cst WM, 6'3", 36, needs challenge from a bruising BB / bully who isn't afraid to punish his opponent. The match: no rules, no time-outs , no mercy. Then: real ropes, real toys, real headgames. Itchin' to taunt, torment & teach somebody a major lesson in respect? Box 6696LF.

MASSACHUSETTS

HOT LEATHER MASTER NEEDED by submissive bottom for heavy ass beating, CBT, VA, TT, Dildos. Fantasy or reality scenes. Give me an order and I will obey. GWM 38. Also into cuffs, spread-eagled, willing to try new things. You-tough, masculine, nasty. Box 6773LF.

SLAVE - PET - SON wanted fulltime by hot hairy uncut couple. Master is 31,5°10°, dark hair / moustache, 175 lbs. His lover is 28, 6'1", 195 lbs., dark hair / heard. Both UNCUT, HAIRY into all scenes and have well-equipped playroom with sling. Facial / body hair preferred. Both men will demand love, respect, and obedience from their property. (617) 282-7196. Tops welcome. Box 6690LF

LEATHER BIKERS

Healthy, fun-loving, fit dudes, 20-40, inter- ested in joining leather bike buddies club. Do you enjoy cruisin' in black jacket, boots, worn Levis, Gauntlet gloves, chaps? Meet some good biker friends. Framingham / Metro West area. Sane, straight acting guys. Not a sex ad. Ideas, suggestions, interests, write John, PO Box 1021, Framingham, MA 01701-1021

NEW ENGLAND SON

WM, 5'9", 160 lbs., full beard, blond hair, very attractive, masculine, educated in US and in Europe. Seeking dominant Father-Master type figure for an honest one-on-one relationship. Son is professionally employed, independent, and intelligent, heavy into Leather and obedience, but capable of stepping out of the sex scene. Prefer mature monogamous attitudes. This is a quality ad, photo, phone will be answered. Box 6559LF.

SLAVE DOG

Novice slave wishes to be claimed by strong handsome owner. Need training, discipline, humiliation. Please, Sir, make me your dog, your maid, your property. Your slave is 34 5'9", 155, attractive, intelligent. Please safe and sane only. Your slave does not drink, drug, smoke. Desire same. Box 6929LF

SPIT-SHINED BOOTS

USMC uniforms, Kiwi, camera. Box 191, Milton Village, MA 02187

SADISTS

Slave craves your abuses. All scenes. Singles or groups. Box 7086

SLAVE SEEKS MASTER

31, short, hairy, hot; seeks older (to 40) hairy Master into SM, BD, TT, whips, hot wax etc.? Possible relationship! Take a chance, please … Sir! Box 7104

DOWN AND DIRTY

Need hot, sweaty, safe sex from aggressive Topman. WM, 26, 6'3", 180, 7½" cut, seeks big dicked dominant Tops 18-45 to use me. Turnons: Blacks, Latins, leather, muscles, uncuts, piss, dildoes, groups, SM, BD, ballwork, shaving, aroma, sucking, getting fucked. Send letter telling me what's in store. maybe photo. Box 7118LF

MICHIGAN

SON SEEKS DADDY

24-yr-old WM, 145 lbs, 5'8", attractive, seeks the guidings, discipline and affection of his daddy. Son's interests include light to heavy bondage, TT, CBT, toys w / lots of assplay, safe sex, spankings, shaving?, rubber? Son need muscular dad who is under 45 and has same interests. Box 6832LF.

SEEKING MASTER TOP

36 yr old GWM, S.E. Michigan slave / botton seeks Master Top for T / T, bondage, discipline humiliation, spanking and whipping, fantas and exhibitionism. Reply with photo. Box 7046LI

WOODSHED SPANKING

WM, 29, 6'4", big muscular bear, good- looking, intelligent, amenable, needs strong, woodshed Dad, 35+ (Detroit area). Box 7110

MINNESOTA

SLAVES WANTED

Fully equipped dungeon complete with demanding Master is now open for high quality, experienced slaves who need BD, TT, CBT Master is 36, 6', 175, bearded and hairy. (612) 559-1062 (No JO or calls after 11 pm) PO Box 22602, Minneapolis, MN 55422 (7112LF)

MISSISSIPPI

MANHUGGING LEATHERS FOR US

Balding, bearded, booted professional lives and sleeps the leathered life. Looking for a mature, sensitive man who's also sensually attuned to balls, bikes, jockstraps, bodybuild-ing . Harold: mid-40s, enjoys classical music, leather-bikinied yardwork, home and crafts-related hobbies. Join me for a smoke / drug-free beginning of leathered togetherness. POB 5172, Biloxi, MS 39534-0172. (LF6386)

MISSOURI

2 TOPS-HUNG-HOT-HORNY

Looking for bottom into rough, active, verbal sessions in our well equipped "playroom" with sling, restraints, mirrors and lots of toys. Turn-ons bondage, discipline, cock / tit / ball work, fisting, W / S. Both 40s, 5'10", 170 lbs., attractive, tested neg. Dig young son / BB type. PO Box 3931, Springfield, Missouri 65808. JO letters answered. Box 6565 LF.

LEATHER RUBBER UNIFORMS

GWM, 37, 5'10", 160#, brown hair, clean shaven; hairy body; trim, healthy and hot; needs buddy / daddy; mutual fantasies; only masculine, legitimate men who love man sex need respond; I want to learn from a safe, hot dude what my limits are. Box 6697LF.

FUCKBUDDY WITH LARGE NIPPLES wanted. Age not important if you have big nipples and a muscular body. Must be into TT, SM, WS. Dungeons a plus. I'm HIV positive, 5'9", 150 lbs, muscular and wild. Reply with photo. Kevin, Box 753 Belton, MO 64012-0753. Box 6681LF

LEATHERMAN

Looking for another leatherman who is into the feel, smell, sight and taste of hot black leather. Dressed in leather from head to toe all the time and cannot get enough of it. Send photo with reply—all answered by 6', hung, 190, 39 y.o. Box 6468LF.

SIR! EAGER BOOT / LOAFER LICKER wants GWM to please. Oral, no anal, safe sex. Limits respected mutually! PO Box 16736, St. Louis, Missouri 63105

KC ASSLICKER WANTS PISS

Looking for hot and nasty KC men or travellers to explore my fantasies of worship, bondage, rimming, piss, verbal abuse, slave training, asses, and light S / M. Goodlooking 29 yr old bottom wants to serve. Write with phone and photo to tell this horny asslicker what you'd like to do. Box 7033

NEW JERSEY

TORTURE TURN YOU ON?

Experienced sadist seeks young (18-30), well-built captives man enough to endure imaginative and heavy bondage, pain and torture in my extraordinarily equipped dungeon. Limits explored and expanded. More interested in classic torture scenes than leather sex. (201) 874-6725, after 8 PM (LF4769).

MASTER looking for slaves or bottoms who are into hot wax, TT, CBT, sucking, fucking, getting shaved, hoods, FF, dildoes and especially long ass play. Novice welcome. Letter, pictures and phone number to Master Ron, 302A East Beach Avenue, Brigantine, NJ 08203. Box 6977LF

DAD / MASTER SEEKS SON

Goodlooking, Italian, leather Dad / Master 45, 5'8", 150 lbs., good build, dark hair, moustache, dominant, affectionate, firm but caring, not into games and Exclusively Top, seeks a one-to-one no bullshit relationship with a goodlooking, masculine WM Dad's son / slave, 21-33, who is self-reliant, obedient, submissive , into more than fantasy fulfillment and is Exclusively bottom. You want to serve Dad/ Master in S / M, B / D, spankings, enemas, etc. Safe sex only. Send photo, phone, letter to Box 1342, Bloomfield, NJ 07003

NEW YORK

PRIVATE LEATHERMEN'S CLUB

CELL BLOCK 28, 28 Ninth Avenue, New York City, NY 10014 (downstairs). Meets every Sunday from 3PM to 3AM. Also meets every Monday through Thursday from 8PM to 3AM and parties on 'til ??? FREE CLOTHES CHECK AND SODA BAR, BYOB, Bring in this ad for a FREE MEMBERSHIP. For more information, stop by, write or phone (212) 733-3144

PUSSY BOY SLUT WHORE

This pussy boy has a hot wet mouth, nice big tits and a real tight pussyhole. Love to serve and service a daddy and his friends, love water-sports and getting fuced. Especially love big black cocks. Reply Lennie, Box 650, c / o DMS, 132 W. 24th St., NYC, NY 10011 (LF6389) or call (212) 367-7484.

STOCKY BUTCH SLAVE

Italian, 33, 5'9", 210, solid, very masculine, cut, healthy, humpy, seeks dominant, beer belly, chunky brute, cut & hung, into dominat- ing a dog collared slave. No hangups. Smoke, aroma, anything else, a-ok. Photo / phone to Box 6506LF

SADISTIC SICILIAN MASTER

37, 5'9", 190, seeks dog or pig into heavy, heavy V / A, whippings, pleasurable torture, CBT, TT, FF, W / S, scat. A complete piece of shit likes to be treated like one. Prefer that experienced short chunky types. Photo and letter of qualifications to Box 5814LF

HOT FAT GUY

Goodlooking young chubby seeks men. All scenes. Call (212) 629-1990

BIG, PIERCED TITS, UPSTATE

BERKSHIRES. Pierced, bearded Leatherman, mid-thirties, 6'4", 200 lbs., handsome and in good shape, into sensual and / or heavy tit play and piercing. Seeks handsome Leatherman with similar interests. Box 6620LF

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CAVERNOUS SHAVED MAN HOLE

Gym workouts keep my body in shape and daily bike riding keeps my melon ass cheeks molded hard. But, this healthy 41, W / M Scorpio pig's ass has a deep hungry hole that craves attention. Man is 5'7", 135 lbs., bearded, pierced tits-cock-balls, shaved chest, ass-c / b. Into mutual heavy ass work, ass toys, ball and foot fucking, L / L, mouth and tongue drool to extra special turn-on of feet, boots, socks, and jocks. Absolute turn-off to overweights , unexperienced, and men who only have fantasies but are unable to live them. Communicate by phoning (212) 255-3138, 7-12pm EST or write Box 1440 Madison Square Station, NYC, NY 10159 with photo, phone, description. Experience a real MAN! LF5575

LEATHER UNIFORM MASTER

49, 6'1", trim, cleanshaven disciplinarian will inspect men for duty who understand the meaning and value of discipline over indulgence , obedience over arrogance, ready to bare ass and bend their back out of strength not weakness, and who recognize corporal punishment as a time-tested but often denied ritual of manhood to insure and reinforce proper attitude and behavior. Box 4781LF

HOT SON / BOTTOM NEEDED by hot Daddy / Top, 47, BB, athletic, 5'10", 170, masculine, sensitive, for serious, lasting relationship . Into S / M, B / D, all assplay, (safe) Gr / A, spanking. You: any race, good body, serious about relationship and commitment. Photo / Phone (must) to Box 774, 263A W. 19 St., NY NY 10011. Box 6771LF.

STRICT DISCIPLINE

Men will be men and therefore, on occasion, require firm, no-nonsense discipline to improve their behavior, strengthen their character, or break their bad habits. Agree? If so, then write this 6'2", mustached, serious white male with your ideas / experiences. Lives upstate-does some traveling. Photo. Box 6768LF.

UPSTATE LEATHERMAN

Hot, leatherclad, booted man into the smell, taste, and feel of black leather, seeks same. Masculine, handsome, white, 36, 6ft, 165, blonde, mustache, good build. Full black leather, jacket, chaps, gloves, boots, uniforms, muscles, lite SM / BD, safe action only. Poughkeepsie area. Letter, phone, photo to Box 6845LF.

DADDY NEEDS USE

Sturdy WM 38 needs hot arrogant sadistic cock studs, jocks, bikers, mechanics, red-necks to work over / use me. Muscled hung U / C shit stomping ball busting WM 18-20s have me as total bootlick, toilet, punchbag, suck machine, fuckhole. Filthy boots / levis, leather forced buddy use a +. Box 6844LF.

SLAVE SEEKS MASTER to train him for service in relationship centered on Master's cock, with Master's pleasure , comfort, convenience to come first. Perhaps a deeper relationship will follow. Slave is Irish, 34, 6', 190#, NYC & upstate, Non-live-in , on call or scheduled to start. Box 6842LF.

LEATHER N UNIFORM LATINO

Macho-Handsome-Tough 30, 5'8", slim, defined, 135 lbs. Black hair, brown eyes, thick stach. Wants: slim handsome hung VERY Macho Top 25-45. Who craves prolonged oral service n action-both in Total Leather / Policé uniforms. Light V / A-B / D-TT smoke & aroma SS. Photo gets same! NYC & NJ & USA. Box 6557LF.

BIG TOUGH MUSCLE SON WANTED by New York City Daddy. Live in with secure, stable sadistic GWM, 40 and take CBT, pec and nipple work, gut punching, and stand on abs. Use your powerful muscles to serve dad's every need and train for competition. Ph / Ph a must for this hairy bear with good build. Box 4717LF.

THE REAL THING

Master, 38, has opening for slave-trainee under 35. First, collar and leash. Later, cuffs, chains, heavy B / D. Ultimately, shaving, piercing and chastity belt. You can keep your day job, but you will still be my property. True commitment offered, mutual respect assured. Photo, phone, sincere only. Box 6678LF

PUNISHMENT SLAVE

Good-looking Italian needs correction and will service tough sane White, Black, Hispanic men in work clothes, uniforms, wrestlers, boxers, rubber, 3 piece suits, leather, gut punch, catheters, enemas, cock & ball, verbal, safe sex, can be top. No phonies. Tel: 1-718- SM-80-408. Dave, PO Box 150 634, Brooklyn, New York 11215 or Box 6687LF.

A CHALLENGE TO A REAL MASTER

Bottom / passive is seeking to serve, expand and learn from knowledgable Master(s). Young acting and thinking 45, educated, It blond hair and blue eyed. Wishes to continue previous training in the leather and S / M arts. Needs to be a captive of a Master who is not bound to any rigid "method" but is able to use a good mind and willing body for his pleasure. Age and apearance secondary to ability. Based NYC, travel WNY often, other areas occasionally . Phone and photo helpful. Box 6930LF.

WESTERN NY RUBBERMAN Rubberman, 6ft., 175lbs., 37 yrs. old, full beard and stach, pierced tits and dick, needs Master, Lover or playmate on a regular basis. heavy into rubber, latex, leather, sports gear and uniforms, water sports, verbal abuse, shaving, diapers, used rubbers, hot kinky sex. Tell me what turns you on and let's give it a try. Box 6699LF.

FF BUTTHOLE STRETCHING

Wanted by a good-looking, WM, 33, 6'3", 165 lbs., brown hair, eyes, moustache, into leather, TT, dildoes, looking for a Top or versatile, hot attractive man under 48 for good times and more. Answer with photo for fast reply. Box 6706LF.

INITIATE A PREPPY!

Collegiate, clean-shaven, 28, 5'9", 150 lbs, reddish-blond, cut, Joe-College look, Dirty talk, assplay, spanking, nipples are a turn-on. Show me how a real man jerks off. Photo required. Tell me how you'd show me a safe, hot, masculine time! Box 8501, FDR Station, NYC 10150.(6936LF)

MUTUAL RAUNCH

Kissing, licking, sucking, rimming, sweating, pits, nipple stretching, 69. Total oral—no Greek, no condoms, W / M pig, 46, 61, 185. 6" cut, grey hair & beard, bear hairy, big nipples. You must be a bearded mutual pig. 35+, & into nipples. Need a steady fuck buddy / lover. Box 6499 LF

MARRIED LEATHER TOPMAN

Daddy, 50, 6'3", 250 lbs., beard, hairy, tattoos, big gut, cigar smoker, 6-pack drinker, fat cut meat, big hangers, polar bear into C / BT, foreskin, TT, WS, gloved FF. Especially like competition BBs and bubble butts. Looking for a true bottom for weekly workouts. Photo with letter. Box 6834LF

HANDSOME GUY

Creative & masculine leatherman, late twen-ties , 6'1", 175, dark blond, blue eyes, stach looking for other guys into leather and mutual FF. Stach a plus. Send letter & picture. No picture, no answer. Box 6979LF

BIG DICK BLACK STALLION wants obedient well-mannered whiteboy all my OWN! Stud's 29, 6'3", 175, healthy, smooth, muscled, mustache, sensible, educated . Not into pain, FF, etc., but quiet, dominant, horny for white pussy! Want committed caring monogamous relationship with affectionate cocksucker I can love, horsefuck (safely). Deal honestly with our feelings, needs. You attractive, understanding, stable, clean, reliable, satisfy a black man. Sincere only! No drugs, bullshit. KNOW what you want, or don't waste my time. PO Box 1555, NYC 10011

SADISTIC LEATHERMAN looking for those that need punching, kicking, choking, and rough action in general. If you're not into this, don't waste my time with a j / o letter. Phone number a must. Other Sadistic Leathermen welcome to reply, I'm also open to fucking a masochist over with another Leatherman, Box 4840LF

HOT NORTHERN EUROPEAN TOP

Exceptionally handsome, tall, blond, muscled, hot nippled, young, hung, sadist stud seeks sexy masculine muscular hung hunks to torture (tits, cock and balls, body), to com- mand, to service me. No live-in, work to regular sessions, possible ownership. Phone and photo must. Box 110, New York, NY 10464 (6984) F)

WANTED: GENUINELY DOMINANT

GWM wants to meet genuinely dominant (but understanding / not sadistic) man who doesn't need to prove his dominance by strutting in leather. Safe sex only. No drugs, pot, heavy drinkers, hustlers. Box 6991

ARGENTINIAN PRIME BEEF

This guy from Las Pampas needs someone for mutual assplay, into FF. I am goodlooking, 5'9", 148 lbs. No overweights and unexperienced . Phone (212) 677-6706 or write with Ph / Ph to PO Box 436, Old Chelsea Station, NY, NY 10011

SLICK HAND / WILD HOLE

NYC FF expert, 38, 155, 510", smooth gym bod with playroom & sling seeks trim, horny, cleancut local fist buddy 20-35, to 160 lbs, into intense body worship, JO, oil, smoke, aroma and great safe mutual hole action, open to repeat workouts. Serious student OK. PO Box 3035, New York, NY 10185,

FOOTBALL TEAM CAPTAIN Hot WM, 33, 6'1", 185, very attractive, masculine, and works out, seeks tall / big guy who was or wishes he were a TEAM CAPTAIN to act out sweaty lockerroom, frat-hazing, foot, and other explosive fantasies. Call Hank, btwn 8 pm-12 mid, to meet in NYC (NO phone /o) at (212) 675-7352. Box 6688LF.

RUBBER JAW FORCEPS

Medical instruments with corrugated red rubber tips, these are made to grip and hold the tongue. They work fine on tits, foreskin and other bits of anatomy as well. $28.95 DIB007

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GERMAN TOP

Clean-cut, strict WM, 42, 6', 175, healthy, muscular, trained, uncut. Man-to-man action, training, discipline, TT, CBT, Manhood, uniforms , leather, corporal punishment. Mutual action. Novices will be introduced, experienced . Write your needs. Photo / letters will be answered the same. 263A West 19th Street, #480, NY, NY 10011

MARRIED PUSSYASS

31, 6, 153 lbs., needs to get fucked weekday mornings by an aggressive, hung Top / Daddy. Muscular, hairy, and / or uncut a plus. Box 620, 132 West 24th Street, NYC, 10011

DOMINANT MAN SOUGHT

GWM seeks dominant, non-sadistic man (25- 55) who enjoys wearing leather or uniforms. No drugs, pot, heavy drinkers, hustlers. Optional safe sex. Box 7027

SHAVED ASSHOLE

41, tall, good shape, very experienced. Long hot sessions, fisting, dildoes, give and take, in shape buddies. Leather some or all. Photo/ phone / description get fast reply. Box 6995

RUGGED MAN (28-60) to be serviced (safe sex only) by manly GWM. I'm spankable (barehanded). No drugs, pot, heavy drinkers, hustlers. Easy parking here. LSA, 132 W 24 Street, NYC 10011. Attention: Randy.

LAZIEST BEAR IN TOWN

Lay me back, spread my legs, and show me what your slurping, slobbering mouth is for. You're intelligent, affectionate, trusting, and needs lots of mutual intimacy and slow, non-reciprocal cocksucking. I'm 43, 5'10", 185, Br / Gr, bearded, hairy, chunky bear. Make me feel good, and I'm yours. Box 7041LF

PISS PIG CAN'T GET 'NUFF of hot, wet men, groups or single, juicy assholes and foreskins, L / L, T / T, deep rim, vacuum, dildoes, Top, bottom, mutual; F / F Top. 44, in shape, 5'10", 150, big tits, dick and balls. Shaved and pumped. Deep ass and mouth. No fats or furries. Photo / phone. Box 7051LF

ROCHESTER NOVICE

24, brown hair / eyes, 6'1", 180, beard and moustache, into leather, T / T, C / B / T, shaving, B / D, watersports, needs non-piercing . smoking Master / lover who can show me the ropes but who won't mind having the tables turned now and then. Box 7045LF

EX-FOOTBALL PLAYER

Leather Master seeks slave / son, 18-25 for discipline, obedience training, service, love. I'm 6'1", 190, goodlooking, 38. Phone / photo required. Blonds and big, smooth-assed guys a plus. Andy, PO Box 20004, London Terrace Station, NYC 10011

CONSTRUCTION WORKERS

Hot Master and handsome slave, 39, and 30, both construction workers, 6', 178, moust-ached , hung, uncut and cut respectively want goodlooking stud Masters and slaves who are versatile for 3, 4 or more ways. Safe action only, Photo, phone or no reply, Box 7079LF

ASSLICKER LOVER

33 year old WM, 5'11", 170, blond, blue, looking for a relationship with macho Italian, PRs, others OK under 40. If you'd like a submissive guy into licking & smelling your ass, WS, light SM & affection giving, send photo & phone. Box 7109

WINE AND CHEESE PARTY…

I'll bring the wine. Manhattan cheese hound, 40s, likes it crusty and sharp. Crackers optional. Serious, hungry, and appreciative. Box 7100

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

Genuine, no nonsense reform school punishment with strap, wooden paddle, etc. Frat hazing also. You have good buns and can take it. Serious only. Not necessarily a sex scene. Appearance important but attitude more so. I am a stern but sane disciplinarian, 50, 5'11' 190. Write to Zeke, PO Box 1126, Ansonia Street Station, NYC 10023-1126. Group scenes possible at your option. Travel to NYC, Boston, Atlanta.

IT'S YOUR FANTASY.

You know the one. You're lying in bed, thinking of nothing in particular, when the image of a bearded GM (41, 6'2", 190, dark blond hair) enters your mind and your hand drifts downward to your cock. As you lie there stroking, you fantasize about what we are doing together . No one censors your thoughts-what we are wearing, where we are located, who (if anyone) is with us, what (if anything) you might want to have handy, what (if anything) is said and what we do together is limited only by your imagination. As your mind is allowed to freely wander, you stroke harder until you achieve the type of orgasm that only a perfect fantasy can provide. Share those thoughts with me and your fantasy just might become reality. Other than the above information about me, you should assume only that I'm open to any and all suggestions and would love to make your fantasy and mine come true. Box 991, Church Street Station, NY, NY 10008-0991. Photo and phone would be helpful.

YOUNG AND SHY

Want a big strong man to own me, abuse and love me. Goodlooking and hung, need Master immediately. (212) 996-9153

ANIMALS WM, Top, 5'10", 175, hot and horny, wants to meet experienced / novice in scene. Returnable photo / letter gets same. Box 7070

BUFFALO, NY

Dad is strict, 45, and believes in punishment with paddle & strap for boys under 40. Bondage optional; a very sore, red ass is not! Call Ron: (716) 847-2434 evenings.

HOT STUFF

Goodlooking WM with good body, 39, 6'11 / 2, 185, clean shaven, brown hair, blue eyes, professional, of mid-western Lutheran background , versatile, leather SM Top / bottom, seeks similar for good times, friendship, possible relationship. Letter and photo please. Box 7074

I LOVE NEW YORK IN JUNE . . and a throbbing piece of Daddydick to slurp and choke on the rest of the year. How about you? Greenwich Village guy is 47, 5'10", 170, ready to dive. And good. Big, cunty milk tits available on request. Box 7102

LIVE-IN SLAVE GWM 18-30 into heavy CBT, TT, WS, whipping, confinement . Have extensive basement playroom. Want an assistant to my consulting practice with PC programming / data base skills. Only call if interested in live-in. Answer questions on answering machine and leave your num- ber. CJ (201) 874-6909

BONDAGE BOTTOM

Muscular bottom, looking for Top to put me in my place. Am GWM, 30, 59, 165, bodybuilder who wants to be roped up helpless. Letter, photo, to Box 7076

NORTH CAROLINA

MENAMORE.LLC

Establishing an alternative in Wilmington, North Carolina. Come join us. For further information on membership and activities write: PO Box 7364, Wilmington, NC 28406 or contact through GROW at (919) 675-9222

LEATHER FANTASIES BECOME REALITY IN DEAR SIR

SM IS SAFE SEX

CIGAR SMOKING BIKER

46, 6'1", trim WM, gray / brown hair and beard, looking for FF action. Smell my cigar and leather while I fist your ass. Can switch. Cycle cruising with your ass plugged. No drugs, aroma OK. Cigar smoker preferred. Relationship possible. NC, SC, VA area. Photo if possible. Box 7042LF

OHIO

INTENSE

ME: Gwm, 40, 5'10", 162, Bn, Bn, Dominant, Sadistic, Master, Moustache, Thinning Hair, Independent, Masculine, Hairy you: gwm, submissive, masochistic, slave, younger, shorter , hot slim or hunky body, bubble butt, masculine, blond, swimmer, student, jock, bodybuilder, construction, farm or bluecollar punk, but open to others. DRESS: Leather, Levis, Uniforms, Cowboy. INTEREST: SM, CBTT, Bondage, Discipline, Hot Wax, Spanking , Ass Beating, Whipping, Flogging, Electro- torture, Constriction, Spit, Sweat. TOOLS: Whips, Belts, Paddles, Straps, Canes, Cuffs, Restraints, Ropes, Chains, Gags, Blindfolds, Hoods, Clamps, Candles, Generators, Violet Wands, Cattle Prods, Rawhide, Collars, Brushes. CONDITIONS: Me: Drug Free, you: non-abuser , Safe, Sane, Consensual, Brutal Prolonged , Intense. RESPOND: SIR, PO Box 0821, Cincinnati, OH 45210. Box 6837LF.

ENGLISH DISCIPLINE

Former Engish Prep School Prefect seeks U.S. butts for strap, paddle, cane and belt. Here's your opportunity to experience the trauma of the British schoolboy. GWM, 41. PO Box 14056, Cleveland, OH 44114 (LF6895).

HUNKY OHIO DADDY

Handsome W / M, 40s, 6'3", beard, hot, hairy. Seeks bottoms to discipline, caress, and use your body to explore our sexual fantasies. If you're W / M bottom fat / slim, novice / older / bi/ couples send a letter with photo. PO Box 970, Westerville, OH 43081. (6063LF)

BODY / MIND / SPIRIT

Balance is important! Submissive in bed. egalitarian in life. Imaginative, playful novice, GWM, 36, 6'2", 210 lbs., looking for equally sensitive, intelligent GWM to "show me the ropes". Into fantasy, ass / feet worship. Safe sex only. Friendship, romance possible. Reply to Box 6960

HOT HORNY TOPS NEEDED

Healthy GBM bottom, 23, 5'7", 149, seeks men 18-35 with 8+ inches for clean assplay. Greek passive, French A / P (front / rear). Beginner but fast learner. WS, VA, spanking and FF. No scat or fats. Have a hot mouth and tight hairless ass-pussy hole for Daddy and his friends to use. Write Marshall, PO Box 80071, Akron, Ohio 44308-0071

ASS BUSTING, TITWORK Masculine, versatile, 41, 5'10", 160, seeks\nothers into ass discipline (spanking, paddling, strapping, etc.) and tit action. Also some balls / dick discipline. Safe Sex. Box 7097

OREGON

MATURE M.C. LEATHERMAN

Harley-riding bootmaster seeks safe sex relationship with bottom into on-going leather experiences . No pain or far-out kink, Just healthy leather sex, boot-licking fantasies. If young, you are mature and masculine. If my age, you are affectionate, intense in your dedication to the boot / leather lifestyle. Box 6764LF.

MASCULINE MEN ONLY

Share your manhood in the great Northwest with an uncut, hung thick stud. You've known for a long time that you're a man and real man-to-man, laid-back, ball-grabbin' sessions are what you want. Long hair / uncut / bearded / hairy / tough nipples are big plusses. Box 7063LF

LEATHER DADDY / DADDY BEAR

35 y.o. bearded attractive WM wants leather Daddy or Daddy bear for morning or afternoon sessions of manly safe sex, playing with tits, ass, balls, and mind. Box 6937LF.

PORTLAND TV SLAVE-MAID

Extraordinary white male Portland State graduate student, 35, 5'11", 160, hazel, bleached blond, hung, seeks engineer-booted Leather-Master who will keep me in long wigs, filled bras, skirts, high-heels, chains, cages or cells, discipline, for Life. Can work as beautician, waitress, etc. Box 6976LF

MANHANDLER

Portland area WM Topman biker (5'11", 190) seeking loyal, steady, hunky partner to ride with me in full leather on the back roads and freeways of the Northwest. Am mature, strong, spirited, and monogamous. Wanna be my boy? So write to mel Buck, Box 621, Oregon City, OR 97045

PENNSYLVANIA

ASS-EATING ADDICT

Goodlooking expert ass-eater, seeks tops, bottoms for regular action weekends & possible evenings in Philadelphia area. Pluses clean and shaved & stretched holes, uncut. Into arm pits, tit play, W / S, FF. Race not important, photo and serious minded answered first. No fats or fems. Box 6902LF.

CIGAR SMOKING DADDY WANTED

Very handsome, 30, 5'11", 165, brown hair/ blue eyes, submissive son seeks a cigar smoking Daddy Topman figure to serve and respect. Boy wants to learn to have fun with his Dad. Leather & photo a plus. Please write to Sonny, PO Box 15285, Philadelphia, PA 19125 (7040 LF)

BURLY BEARS WANTED

White male, twenty seven, five foot eight inches, one hundred fifty, bearded, seeks bears for good old-fashioned hot sex. Inexperienced in leather sex but am eager to learn with the right patient teacher. Bellies and beards a plus. Age and race unimportant. Send letter and photo. Box 7080

RHODE ISLAND

HUGE BUNS

400 lbs. or over. Any age to 75. I will lick your huge smooth buns. Send nude photo. Box 6862.

MASTER / DAD NEEDED

Master / Top needed by WM submissive. Need training in SM. Please, Sir, use my hot, masculine, muscular body for your pleasure. Interests: bondage , tit / cock play, obeying, pleasuring demanding Master. Sir, I need Teacher, to be naked, expand my limits, train me. Hardworking, goodlooking. Box 63421 F

SOUTH CAROLINA

ORAL SLAVE SEEKS TOPS

WM, 24, clean & healthy seeks tops / masters to serve their oral and other needs. I enjoy sucking a big cock, hairy balls and a hairy ass. I am looking for men who will give me orders and teach me the way serve him best. I would also enjoy learning more about FF, WS and BD. Any dominant men who are interested please write with photo, phone to: KM, PO Box 6947, Columbia, SC 29260. Dominant couples & groups also welcome. No drugs or pain. Box 6698LF

BY YOUR BALLS

Cigar-chewing redneck Daddy, 43, 6', lean and mean, will take ownership of family jewels of healthy young buck needing ass turned into cunthole for heavy horse cock. Discipline, shaving, T / T, W / S, V / A. Give Daddy your balls and be his pussyboy punk. Hot photo & letter. Box 7050LF

SOUTH DAKOTA

NOVICE WANTS HOT TOP

33. Needs patient Top to teach Light S / M, TT, CBT, Light Bondage, Spanking, Like Top in full leather or policeman uniform. Can travel some weekends. PO Box 994 Aberdeen, SD 57402- 0994. 605-225-0375. Leave message. Travel Twin Cities. Picture if possible. Phone JO OK. Box 6674LF.

TENNESSEE

YOUNG EAST TENN. SLAVES

Hot, cruel, master-daddy, trim executive, mid-fifties , seeks total sex slave in East Tennessee area. Slave must be under 25, well built and prepared to be on call at any time for heavy, demanding scenes. Serious only. Submit detailed letter with photo and telephone number. Box 6490LF

MASTER SEEKS BOY / SLAVE

For weekend / occasional use and abuse. Possible permanent houseboy. Safe, sane, clean and can travel some. Boy must be under 29, prefer smooth swimmers build. I am 37, 5'11", 170, br / br, professional. Submit pic- ture, phone to: Sir, POB 21561, Chattanooga, TN 37421, Box 6549LF

SEEKING BOTTOM / COMPANION

Mostly top wants mostly bottom for moderate to heavy SM, kink, passion, pain in Nashville. Top is 35, 5'9", 175#, professional, beard, very hairy, intense, caring, enjoys leather bonds, straps, whips. Desires sexual bottom/ slave, but in other respects, partner / companion , willing to explore, experiment and expand limits. Box 6833LF.

REAL MEN GET REAL SERVICE

White male, 6'1", 220, 61 / 2" uncut, needs Masters to serve. W / B truckers / bikers, hairy a plus. Mid-Tenn on 140 between Nashville/ Knoxville. Have play room, lite to heavy SM, FF, W / S, domination and much more. Only REAL MEN call. No j / o, bullshit. Travelers welcome. Have place to park big rigs. Call (615) 528-5128. John (Perm Master / slave possible). (6943LF)

TEXAS

SLING ROOM VACANCY

Urgently needs filling! Goodlooking horny leatherman, 30, 5'9", 150, dark hair / eyes, hairy chest, deep throat, fat cock, and hungry hole seeking dominant stud, under 40 for long, slow buttstretching, bondage, light S / M and mutual exploration in my Dallas playroom or yours. Box 6675LF

WILD GREEK STUD

I am willing to do outdoor naked labor or farm work. Willing to be trained as work horse, to be hitched to plow, stabled, to be kept in hay loft or barn naked, as a work animal. Steven Paladino, POB 146, Carrizo Springs, Texas 78834. Phone (512) 876-3263. Box 6781LF.

MEDICAL EXPERIMENTATION / KINK

GWM, 50, 5'9", 145, excellent health. Seeks qualified doctor / medic to invade bladder, ass. Stretch my holes with catheters, scopes, fists. Testicular manipulation. Aroma okay. No permanent damage. Your examining room. Dallas, but will travel. Your description of self, qualifications , scene gets mine. Absolute discretion assured. Box 6686LF

WANTED: BONDAGE MASTER

Hot, muscular jock WM, 5'8", 160, 34 yrs. enjoys heavy restraint, bondage, wrestling, forced safe sex or no sex, but lots of tying and gagging. Mostly bottom but can be versatile. Novice in TT and CBT but eager to expand limits. Discreet and safe, expect same. Box 6158LF

HUMILIATE ME

Fart in my mouth! Dallas rim slave. Robert (214) 320-2785

LUBBOCK

Ex-military WM, 35, 5'9", 158, good build, hung, into CBT, TT, leather, levis, wants to meet other MEN for intense but safe scenes. If you're looking for a loyal buddy who's into giving as well as receiving, then I'm your man. Letter, photo, and phone to Box 6269LF

HOUSTON ASSLICKER

Trim, goodlooking WM, 5'11", 160, craves intense, humiliating body worship sessions with arrogant, sweaty bodybuilders or tough construction or oilfield workers. Box 7018

BODYBUILDER SLAVES wanted for use by GWM, hung, Master, 37. BD, SM, TT, CBT, forced sex, shaving. Be used like the animal you are. Submit desires, photo, phone. Discretion respected. Suite 292, 18351 Kuykendahl, Spring, TX 77379

MUSCLE DADDY WANTED

WM, 28, 6', 155, seeks bodybuilder Daddy to train and use as he will. Interests include light to heavy bondage, TT, CBT, toys with lots of assplay. Need limits respected and expanded Please write with photo and phone, Sir. Box 7094

MEN'S HAIR

Goodlooking dark haired guy turned on by barbershops, Brylcreem, clippers and men with old-fashioned tapered haircuts. Let's get together and enjoy each other's haircuts. Box 7101

RAUNCHY ASSHOLES

Let's sniff, lick and suck each other's raunchy assholes. Want to meet other goodlooking men with smelly bodies and dirty minds. Box 7099

VIRGINIA

2 MASTERS WITH SLAVE

Masters: GWM, 31, 6'1", 180, 8" cut cock. GWM 34, 5'10", 165, 10" uncut cock. Slave: GWM, 32, 5'5", 140, 7" uncut cock. Seek Top / bottoms to expand with long sessions. Anything goes. Masters always Tops, slave date with the does what we say. Photo / phone. David Miller, Box 5306, Portsmouth, VA 23703.

EXPANSION WANTED

One 5'4", 130 WM, 40s, seeks experienced Daddy / Master to have limits expanded. Looking for good teacher for training in the art of giving / receiving the joys of gay sex. Sir, please send detailed lesson plans to: Training, PO Box 13428, Richmond, VA 23225 (LF6555)

WASHINGTON

VERSATILE LEATHERMAN

34, 5'7", 130, smooth body, short hair, no hair, clean shaven, into enemas, shaving, dildoes, spanking, humiliation, B&D, C&B torture, blindfolded, WS and a lot of other kink things, too. Greg, PO Box 71003, Seattle WA 98107. Non-smoker only. (6680LF)

NORTHWEST BUDDY NEEDED 47, 5'11", 210, brown hair, thick moustache, seeks companion for medical scenes. Into humiliation, light S / M are plusses. This discreet , HIVneg professional will respond to all, prefer photo / phone. Old fashioned hay rolling sex ok too. Box 7056LF

PIERCED

Goodlooking bottom, 45, trim, bearded, pierced, seeks likeable, caring Topman into TT, enemas, dildoes, more, for friendship and occasional safe sessions. Box 7106

WISCONSIN

SUBMIT NOW

Top seeks submissives, bottoms, and slaves from NE Wisconsin area. Let's explore those mutual desires inspired by Drummer. Don't delay our pleasure any longer, submit your application now. Box 4876LF

BOTTOM NEEDS LESSONS

GWM, 35, 6', 180 bottom looking for right top leatherman to teach him the ropes. Education needed in fisting, titwork, bondage and submission . Milwaukee. Box 6782LF.

BODYBUILDING BOY WANTED

Very hung, athletic 24 year old Top with smooth body and swimmer's build wants young smooth muscle boy for extensive hot fuck sessions, morning, noon and night. BD, TT and CBT for spice. My boy will take whatever I give, whenever I give it. Willing to try? Hot photo and phone. Box 6769LF.

DRUMMER 128 56

BOY WANTED

40 year old, tall, lean, no b.s. Dad wants boy to take full charge of. Into cars, working out, wrestling, athletics, leather and bondage sex. Send pix and spec sheet to Box 6831LF

INTERNATIONAL

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32" CROTCH-HIGH ENGINEER BOOTS

This leather stud is booted to his balls and looking for a special slave to kneel and worship before him. Write today with picture and phone # and pray that I call. Box 6467LF

HOTTEST BONDAGE SLAVE

The ultimate slave seeks Master(s) to expand limits. Serious S / M, (CB / T, T / T, Ass / T); heavy bondage to total immobilisation, F / F, extreme tit work, shaving (total), dildoes, ball stretch- ing, catheters, medical trips. My HOT HOLE needs expanding thru prolonged ass play. Interested in cock modification, experimentation . Genuine only. Write explicitly: Chris A. 113 Fern Hill Road, Cowley, Oxford, OX4 2JR, England. Call 0865-779524. (6934LF).

SWISS TOPMAN COMING TO US

June, 1989. Muscular, darkhaired, all bearded, early 50s, 5'11", 160, good shape, perfect health (HIVneg) this leatherman wants to meet masculine, hairy, kinky leathermen, 28 to 50 for extensive assplay, titwork, optional FF, scat and mainly raunchy long rimming sessions. Write with photo also if visiting Switzerland, Boris Rahm, Hardstr. 58, Basle Switzerland. (5048LF)

BLACK SADIST / MASTER cruel and uncompromising, demands total obedience and submission within a framework of safety and healthy S / M. I am 30, 5'9' 163, highly intelligent, not interested in bull-shit or Eurocentric stereotypes of Black people. You are meek, wealthy, healthy and ready to serve. Photo & phone. Box 7049LF

A RARE CHANCE

European senior executive, 39, 1m85, 79 kg, healthy, bald with short beard, masculine, tough looking, no smoking or drugs, well-educated and comfortably living (presently in the Netherlands), liberal, atheist, wide cultural interests, enjoys travelling, sportive, sports-car and motorcycle enthusiast, very much into leather, mostly Top, SM (moderately), only safe playing, would like to meet leather man, 25-40, with similar wide interests and outlook on life, for friendship and pleasure, maybe lasting relationship. Box 7072

AUSTRALIA

MANHOLE SPECIALIST

Fister, Top, white, 48, goodlooking, 5'9", 155, seeks white in-shape FF bottom for safe butt sessions. Will be in Australia, 1989. Reply with phone and photo to Box 3912, Long Beach, CA 90803, USA. (213) 438-0917

CANADA

Canadian postal rates are now 30¢ for the first ounce, 22¢ for each additional ounce. Letters without correct postage will be destroyed.

GDLK, HOT, 25, 5'11", 160 lbs, 9" cut. Into respect, worship, CBTT, V / A, fantasy. Edu- cated w / four (4) degrees. Seek redemption, self-worth from authoritarian Dominance of V / GDLK, arrogant, butch, V / HOT 'TOP' into Total-control', roles, worship. Will travel, Write w / letter and photo to Mark, M.P.O. #4008, Vancouver, B.C. V6B-3Z4. (6900LF)

DR. SOUGHT

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

LEATHER TOP NEEDED

WM, 29, 5'5", 135 lbs., bottom, looking for tough demanding TOPS into S / M, B / D, CB / T, T / T, whips, electricity, leather, boots, toys, playrooms , poppers, torture scenes. Anxious to expand all limits. Prefer tall arrogant Leatherman into all facets of S / M. Willing to try almost anything. Live in Vancouver but can travel. Photo is possible. Beards and motorcycle a plus. Box 6619LF.

B&D / S&M COMES FROM TRUST

To me, B&D / S&M experiences can only grow out of really knowing and trusting my partner. I have no interest in "fantasies" with total strangers, or with people who only relate to me from their "fantasy role." I'm very experienced as a top and a bottom in B&D / S&M scenes, and I'm seeking contact with other whole persons (tops, bottoms, or "boths"), experienced or not, who want to get to know each other as people first, and then expand into "trust" scenes. I'm 36, 5'10", 190 lbs., considered goodlooking, Vancouver resident. Prefer non-smokers, my age or younger, Van/ Seattle area. I will contact all (only) people who reply with a photo and a phone number. PO Box 3874, Vancouver, BC Canada V6B 3Z3.

TRAINING NEEDED boy, 28, 6'1", seeks training by sane, experienced leather Top. I'm willing and eager to learn from the right man who can extend my horizons. Interests include leather, boots, bondage, uncut men, light S / M. You: 35+, fit, uncut and hairy a plus, photo appreciated. Box 6978LF

LEATHERSEX

GWM, 27, 5'10", 145 lbs. Love leather, sex, boots, chaps. Hope to hear from you. Can travel. Louis (Lou): (514) 522-2113 (6988LF)

BORN TO BE A SLAVE???

"Mister Benson" type GWM professional in southwest Ontario requires youthful, total slave / houseboy for live-in position. Suggest trial period. Serious only, Box 7028

BOOTS, SPURS, HI-TOP SNEAKERS

Locker room valet for football, basketball, hockey teams, licking, sucking, eating dirty, sweaty, sneakers, socks, feet clean! . Bootboy in bunkhouse full of cowboys with grimy socks, boots and spurs! . . Bootblack for squads of motorcycle cops! … That is my wish for 1989. Box 7057LF

DENMARK

DANISH LEATHER & TALL BOOTS

Two Danish leathermen, 46, 42, masculine, versatile and insatiable for black leather, invite traveling leathermen in complete black leather gear from cap to boots to visit them. Hot tit and C / B play and most safe-sex scenes. Extremely tall black boots a special turn-on. Photo welcome. Box 6357LF

ENGLAND

BUSINESS TRAVELLER SEEKS MATES

A beautifully pierced, 41-year-old cock, surrounded by tattoos is looking for compatible mate. Owner travels widely in Europe, and East Coast. Holiday promised to right prospect . Photos, letters, calls all appreciated and answered. Box 6282LF

RAPE Bearded 35 Bottom, 6' needs roughfucking face and ass, by Cops, Uniforms, Bikers, Leather Guys, Rough Tops, Workmen, B.B.'s. One or a gang. Heavily into Bondage, S / M. Also need Hung Dominant Topman for regular Rope / Leather sessions. Not into play-acting, just getting used. Travelling U.S. Australia 1988 / 89. U.K. and Europe regularly. Like Socialising with Top also. Photos and details of action please. Box 6230LF

WEST GERMANY

HELL BENT FOR LEATHER

Uniformed Leatherman, 38, 6°1", 195. Looking for other Tops who live leather, uniforms, rasslin' and BMW or Harleys. I'm the Man of your dreams and the Man of your nightmares. Macho Men with Moustaches a Must, all others save your stamps. Write "Major Mauler" Box 6410LF.

SUBMISSIVE SLAVE SOUGHT SOUTHERN GERMANY Leathermaster seeks slave who needs training in light to heavy B&D, shaving, TT, CBT, humiliation, etc., as I see fit until you become the perfect boot-licking leather slave. Age not important. Application with photo and phone. Serious only! Box 6553LF.

K-TOWN AMERICAN

Biker into leather, uniforms, B / D, Top or bottom, can take what I dish out. All military, MPs, SPs especially welcome. Safe, sane, discreet. Cops, bikers, write too, Stateside or in Europe. (Often in US) Here's your chance-sit on your ass and we won't meet. If you're legit, write! Box 6770LF.

COMPUTERS

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HARD CANDY

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MAIL ORDER

The California law 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.

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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.

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BONDAGE TRIPS

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Hot, muscular, experienced Top, safe, out only, 24 hours, will travel. Richard (213) 460-2435

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RITUALS OF MANHOOD dispensed by young executive type master in well equipped bedroom / playroom with mirrors. Hang on an iron gate! Be spread-eagled on the bed, or bound independently. Have your balls tied and weighted, viced or flogged. Surrender your tits to ecstatic masterful pain/ pleasure. Offer your ass, back, shoulders to the belt, paddle, whip, cat, or your master's hand. Give yourself to his personal care. Free yourself— step out of Drummer fantasy and experience Drummer reality. This master will inaugurate the novice, and expand the individual horizons of the experienced to a greater personal exploration of the limits of his manhood. Safe scenes only (NO piercing, enemas, W / S, racks or mummification). WHEN IN NEW YORK call. Phone verification will be required from the beginning! Sessions from $100. After midnight from $125. DO NOT PHONE BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 1:30 AM UNTIL 10 AM (rejuvenation time)—other hours call Luke (212) 772-1097.

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GAY-MALE-S / M ACTIVISTS

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INTERCHAIN

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In 1983 Val Martin and his friend Chet were helping remodel the new Drummer offices when "The Kid" came along and offered to help. He may have helped with the woodworking, (the photographer didn't get around to documenting that), but Jim Moss did take an outstanding set of photos of the Kid helping to construct three magnificent hard-ons. Some photos from this shoot were presented in Drummer 68 and one was on the cover of Drummer Daddies 2. However, like the Red Dog Saloon set in Drummer 122, the shoot included many great photos that have never been published. We give you a few more of them here on pages 75 through 78.

And, for those of you who really appreciate these guys, and want something easier to hold in one hand, or hang on the wall, we are offering the photo sets listed here.

CDC001 The Kid / Solo Show

The Kid strips down and shows off his lean hard body for the hunky daddies, stretching his torso and working up his huge rod

CDC002 Val Shows Him How

Val appreciates the kid's show, beating his meat and jerking his balls. Then he joins the kid for a mutual jerk as the two contrasting bodies ripple and glisten and shoot to a climactic dripping closeup

CDC003 Chet Gives the Kid a Ride

Chet enjoys the show, baring his hard hairy body and massaging his meat. Then he joins the Kid on a stairway and lifts his fist under the eager ass to deliver a promise of things that might be.

CDC004 Three on a Balcony

All three join for a cock-sucking , tit-squeezing free-for-all that includes the Kid jerking on Val's balls and the two older studs dangling the Kid over the edge by his heels.

CDC005 Three on the Floor

A Bud break. Then the Kid learns his place on his knees between two hard sets of thighs and two hard rods of meat while Val and Chet appreciate each other above him.

Each set includes eight 5x7 black and white prints. $10 each set or all five sets for $45. Include $3 S&H per order.

In November 1988 Tony DeBlase of Drummer and Mikal Bales of Zeus were judges at the Mr. Leather New York Contest. Before it was over, both of us knew that Gerard Gunner was the man we most wanted to see writhe in bondage. A few days later it came to pass in friends' Catskill dungeon. Gerard writhed in rope and sweated and screamed for the video and still cameras of Zeus as Daddy Tightropes and Fled-ermaus each used him to demonstrate their bondage techniques.

Gunner in color and motion and sound can be found on Zeus' Tightropes V video, reviewed on page 83 of this issue. Stills of Gunner are on pages 79 through 82. Photo sets are available from both Zeus and Desmodus. Our sets, listed here, are similar to those offered by Zeus, but there is no duplication in actual photographs. If you want every photo available of Gunner, order from both of us!

CDD001 Gerard Gunner-Down to Earth

Daddy Tightropes' famous rope chest harness brings Gunner's already spectacular pecs up and out as he sits back and dares you to crawl between his booted feet and massive hairy thighs and to worship his sweaty crotch and asshole

CDD002 Gerard Gunner— Spreadeagled

Fledermaus has bound Gunner to a St. Andrew's cross, tight enough to hold him secure but loose enough so that he can writhe and work every muscle in his massive body as he flexes and pulls and twists. Then he is turned to face the cross, rebound with leather straps, and shows off the rip pling muscles of his back and ass.

Each set includes eight 5x black and white prints, $10 each set or all five sets for $45. Include $3 S&H per order

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HARD x 3 a classic from the Drummer archive photos by Jim Moss. sontpre R 128