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Remembering

Mack MacKinnon-

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Every once in a while in life you meet someone who is a giant of a man. I first ran into Mack in the mid-seventies , in Vancouver, a city we both lived in and both loved. He opened Top Man Leather, which became a sort of drop-in center for the biker-leather-uniform community. Later, through the Zodiacs, I worked with Mack and Top Man in organizing the first Pacific Northwest Mr. Leather Contest in 1982. Runoffs were held in Port-land , Seattle, and Vancouver, with finals in Vancouver. When he left for several years in San Francisco, Vancouver lamented Mack's going. When he returned, he was as active as ever in the community, raising money for charities. opening a new store, organizing for the NLA and drawing together leather men and women.

We admired and loved Mack as a biker, as a man whose heart was filled with generosity, and for his warmth and respect for others. When I wrote Urban Aboriginals, Mack was very much an inspiration of the leatherman about whom I was writing: a man who had a quiet belief in himself, but was unassuming about it. A man who was patient and always ready to help. A man who was prepared to speak his mind-even shit disturb—when he knew the time and place were right. Mack commanded respect, and it was a respect deserved. Dear Mack: Thank you, Sir, for your many lessons.

Geoff Mains / Author

"Hi, Dyke Face," response, "Hi, Faggot Breath." Now this greeting indicates that you either can't stand the person you're talking to or that you love them very much. I loved Mack MacKinnon very much and I know he loved me too. We were pals, we ate together, danced together, and dished together. Nothing was sacred to Mack except his commitment to the leather community and every time I think of Mack I grin.

I first met Mack in Seattle at the May Day celebration. I was just beginning my year as International Ms Leather. We didn't talk then, just exchanged the normal hello how are you. But Mack was definitely memorable wearing his great leathers with his shiny bald head. Sashie was still pretty bald from her chemotherapy so the two of them hit it off right away. As Mack and I said hello I started to give him a kiss on the cheek and he said "No, kiss me here," bending his head forward and getting lipstick prints on his bald pate. He said he'd never wash again. I told him he didn't have to do that because I'd kiss his bald head every time I saw it, and I did. That was how my relationship with Mack MacKinnon be-gan and it grew into a great friendship.

Mack and Sashie and I have seen each other at almost every important leather event since then. I'm just going to tell a couple of stories about those meetings.

Mack was always looking for a Daddy, so at each event I'd scope out men I liked, introduced them to Mack and then we'd compare notes later. There was one man at International Mr. Leather last year. Mack was dying to meet him so I went and questioned him first, he fit all the requirements so I introduced them. Mack came to me later and said he'd be great for a one-nighter but he was too serious for anything long term. There was a dance after this same contest so Mack decided we should start some rumors. He had me whip him on the dance floor. Well it probably didn't start too many rumors but I ended up whipping a few more butts than his on the floor that night, thanks to his bright idea. Another little thing happened at the Northwest Mr. Drummer contest in 1987. Mack and I were two of the judges and Mike Murray, whom we all know and adore, was the emcee. During the contest an auction was held as part of an AIDS fundraiser and of course Mike was asked to donate an article of clothing. That article of clothing just happened to be his leather jock strap so he was asked to take it off, take it all off on stage. Now, Mike seemed rather shy about doing it, so Mack turned to me and said, "It's because you're here." "Now, Mack, I don't want to inhibit anyone, so I'll go up and tell him I'll turn my back." Mack was laughing like hell by then and said to do it, then when Mike was undressed to turn back around. I went to the stage, told Mike I'd turn my back and then as soon as he had unclothed, Mack poked me and I turned back and said, "I lied". "I lied" became an inside joke for us every time we did something other than what was expected.

Mack watched Sashie and me crisscross the country, scrambling all the while for money to deal with the travel and Sashie's illness. He decided to do something about our money problems. He arranged a fund-raiser for us while we were in New York seeing doctors for Sash. Then he would call regularly to make sure things were going okay and find out if we needed anything. And Mack MacKinnon, a leatherMAN, started the International Ms Leather Travel Fund, naming it after Sashie because he loved and admired her spirit and dedication even though she was ill. When Shan Carr, International Ms Leather 88, and I were getting ready to leave for Chicago and the International Mr. Leather contest, Mack called just to say he was going to make sure we ate while there. He was bringing extra money for food.

Mack MacKinnon was also responsible for starting NLA: B.C. and was a prime figure in getting the men's and women's leather groups there working together to form a community. He was active in VASM, a men's S / M group in Vancouver, and he sponsored AIDS fun-draisers on a regular basis. Mack's Leathers was the place to go when you needed information on what was happening. He was everywhere supporting any leather event he could get to, and he loved a good party. He just happened to produce the finest leathers I've seen anywhere.

This was the Mack I knew. He backed his belief in building a leather community with his energy, his talent, his money, and most important of all his love, and he had a damn good time while he did it. I'm going to miss Hi Dyke Face more than I can say. I'm also going to miss the laughing, the dancing, and the dishing.

Judy Tallwing McCarthy International Ms Leather 1987

Thursday night, two days after ballot measure 8 passed in Oregon. Jan Brown from Vancouver, B.C. called to say Mack MacKinnon was in the hospital. She was on the way to visit him and told us not to call. He was in an oxygen tent and his condition was fair. Judy and I then went to a political meeting on what to do next since our defeat on measure 8. We got

chester by Michael Agreve

George Dureau remember the first time I saw my Daddy. I was in one of the local leather bars, looking for someone who would take me home and turn me into the kind of Little Boy I had always dreamed about becoming. As I glanced up over the glass of beer I had been nursing for almost an hour, I couldn't help noticing a head full of curly blond hair cocked in my direction. The face underneath all that hair made my dick flutter. I had rarely seen any man whose looks so closely matched my idea of perfection. It wasn't that the man was just handsome . The man was fucking gorgeous. I took a hard swallow from my glass and strained to get a closer look at his regular features and thick, drooping blond moustache. What I saw as I moved in closer to him forever changed my ideas about what the words "hot" and "exciting" mean.

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Once I could see past the rows of bodies blocking my view of the rest of him, I had to stop dead in my tracks. Instead of seeing the expected well-packed crotch and pair of highly polished boots, all I could focus on was the pair of metal crutches that held up his long, lean body. The metal began just under the armpits, making me think long and hard about the kind of sweat that had built up inside those hairy crevasses. Everything about the man intrigued me, from the way the silver-toned crutches matched the studs placed randomly across his leather jacket, to the way his legs swung loosely as he moved to a spot near the back of the bar.

As I watched his awkward movements, something about the way he moved told me that the crutches were more than just a means of facilitating walking. He held each slow bulging out of my crotch, that gave me the courage to approach him.

I started walking slowly to the other side of the room, my face wearing a shitass grin that disappeared the moment he scowled in my direction. I decided to approach him slowly… very slowly. Instead of making a bee-line towards the man, I veered away to the bar and ordered another beer. I planted my butt on a bar stool and started to swig my beer, glancing at him only when I thought he wasn't looking. I was close enough to bask in the heat generated by his hot looks. But I was also well out of batting range. I gave him plenty of time to get used to the fact that I was there. Then, as the hard stool began to dig into my ass cheeks, I began to think that maybe the fucker wasn't even gay. It had been a full fifteen minutes since I first had sat down. I decided the man was there more for the atmos-

"Don't you know how dangerous it is messin' with a cripple in the middle of a bout of self-pity? Man, you could got a crutch shoved up your ass or somethin" crutch with a fist tightly clenched around the cross bar. Each tentative step he took carried with it a certain amount of defiance. It was as if he were daring anybody to say something smart about the way his legs swung independently of the rest of him. Even as he finally made his way into a corner, the way those metal rods supported his weight told me that he wanted neither pity nor curiosity from any man.

But it was impossible not to be curious about him. He was just too beautiful to ignore. That beauty, which managed to shine through the obvious anger contorting his face, was like a magnet drawing me towards the metal supports that held him up. He was like no other man I had ever seen before. He had more attitude contained within his finely-wrought countenance than any man I had ever seen. And it wasn't just the put-on attitude that most men at the bar seemed to be wearing. As he positioned the crutches so that his feet now rested on the floor, he seemed to be the embodiment of somebody born to dominate another. Not too surprisingly, I found his hot looks, combined with his kick-ass demeanor, turning me on in ways I had never even imagined. As I watched him surreptitiously, it was easy to ignore the disability and concentrate on what he could offer someone like myself, who needed to be under a Master's thumb.

I had long known that, sexually, I was born to be on the bottom. It wasn't so much the size of a man's dick or the perfection of his body that drew me closer—it was the unspoken something in his eyes, daring me to beg for the kind of scene that I so desperately needed, that caught my attention. It was that unspoken something that made me look over to where the man was standing. As our eyes met, he looked downward, as if to make sure that I knew what lay below the waist. I could see the uncertainty registering in each blue orb as he gave me plenty of time to turn my head away and look elsewhere. But my eyes remained locked onto his, and he must have been able to clearly see the longing in them. It was that longing, combined with the phere than for the opportunity of getting his joint worshipped . I was about to get off the stool when he turned towards me, drawing a cigar out of his jacket pocket at the same time. He started to light up just as my head moved directly towards him. He stopped in his tracks and let the match ao out.

"You bothered by smoke?"

It wasn't so much a question as a dare to say "Yes." I mumbled a hesitant "No," then cautiously added the word "Sir." He didn't respond. He just struck another match and proceeded to blow thick puffs of smoke in my direction.

'Glad to hear it, Boy, I wasn't about to put up with any no-smoking shit."

My dick jumped up when I heard him call me "Boy." It wasn't so much the word itself as the way he said it that sent shivers running through my body. Almost instantly, my gaze moved downward, to that spot where his jeans bulged outward in a neat little mound just below the waist. I started to add up all the possible inches contained by those tight-fitting jeans, then stopped as my eyes focused on another curious bulge.

It started almost dead center between his waist and kneecaps; that telltale ridge that made the slacks bunch up where they never should have. Instantly, I realized that the lower half of the man was made of plastic.

'Yeah, you guessed it, fucker."

He tapped his finger on one of his legs, filling the air with a hollow-sounding thud.

"Ain't nothin' between my dick an' the ground 'cept empty air."

He continued to blow smoke in my direction, making my head ache.

"Ain't that a laugh, Boy? Thought you was starin' at a whole piece of meat, din't ya?"

He was right. At first I had pegged him for one of those guys whose legs were paralyzed as the result of some accident. I never thought that he would turn out to be an amputee.

"Well, guess again, Boy. What you got here is a genuine piece of crip meat, courtesy of the 'Nam. Now, what you got to say 'bout that, boy? You gonna go runnin' back to your tight-assed friends and tell 'em how you cruised this mean-lookin' cripple? Gonna tell 'em how scared you got when you found out he din't have any fuckin' legs?"

He was no longer talking to me. He was talking to some invisible person created deep inside his brain, made up of all the bits and pieces of all the men who had ever rejected him for all the wrong reasons. I was nothing more than a sounding board, somebody who wandered too close to the wrong psyche at the wrong time. This fucker could be dangerous. I didn't have to say a fucking thing to set him off.

"Whatsa matter, Boy, you think I'm deaf, too? Talk to me, fucker. Tell me what it's like to slobber over someone, then find out he's a freak?"

I put my beer down. My fear left me. Somehow I knew the venom that had been pushing its way out of his tongue was now all spilt. What remained was just another lonely human being trying to cope with his fears of rejection. It was something I understood all too well. I could see my reflection in the barroom mirror, reminding me that I was no Adonis. I could look into his eyes and see the same hurt I had seen in mine when some tight-assed stud had passed me over for the prettier dude. I knew what it was like to enter a room full of strangers and find yourself suddenly vulnerable as the pretty-faced ones made out like bandits. I also knew that with his anger dissipated, all that remained was the painful vulnerability of someone on the perimeter of sexual desirability.

It was with that in mind that I raised my hand to his face. I slid the back of my fingers over his cheek, wondering for the first time how it might feel to have so perfect a face in so imperfect a body. I saw myself making sexual compromises as I sought my own level in the assortment of would-be topmen around me. Then, with my hand still attached to his smooth-shaven cheek, I whispered the words that were echoes of a not-too distant childhood.

"Please, Daddy," I said. "Don't be mad at me."

The words came out so naturally that I didn't have time to think about how silly they might sound. As I stood close to this legless man; I was once again the Little Boy, trying to understand what he had done to bring on such a sudden rush of anger from his father. Only this time it wasn't my real Dad standing in front of me. It was a perfect stranger… a stranger perfect in every way but one. I was entering an emotional minefield that only a man with no legs could safely maneuver through. I was exploring unknown territory, aware that to the enemy I was nothing more than a faceless would-be cocksucker.

But as my words hung in the air, no explosions came. The battlefield remained quiet. Instead of sparks flying from his eyes, I watched the lids close slowly as my words hit home. For a second, through my hand on his cheek, I could feel him tremble. Then, as quickly as it came, the tremor passed. I was left with a brain full of battle scars and the curly-haired hunk I had first spotted over a glass of beer. I now knew that he was only half-a-hunk, undesirable to some, but still possessing a spirit that could be, at its best, mercurial. He had shown me his dark side, and also his most vulnerable. I had shown him little except the willingness to understand and to take more abuse than most men would stand for.

Boy, you must be one hell of a dickbrained masochist." There was no anger in his words, just a playfulness that made my cock jump once again.

"Don't you know how dangerous it is messin' with a cripple in the middle of a bout of self-pity? Man, you coulda got a crutch shoved up your ass or somethin'

Somehow that didn't seem like the worst fate a bottom man could have. I told him so, then let myself go at ease as his laughter filled the already charged air around our heads. The storm had passed. Just what kind of weather would take its place was anybody's guess. I imagined more clouds brewing somewhere in the stratosphere. But as he moved his cigar back up to his lips, I realized that the only clouds on the horizon were clouds of blue smoke. I smiled back at him and extended my hand towards him, this time in friendship.

"My name's Arnie," I said. "It's a shitty name. Guess that's why I prefer being called 'Boy,' or 'Slave,' or just plain 'Hey, You.

He grabbed my hand and held it in his own. The power of his grip told me just how strong his built-up torso was.

'Mine's Chester. Like in Marshall Dillon's gimpy sidekick. Some joke, eh?"

I ran my fingers across his wrist, enjoying the feel of the thick mat of blond hairs running almost down to the fingers. "Well, then, I guess I'd better call you 'Sir' instead. Or 'Daddy."

I saw his eyes wander down to my swollen crotch. Once again, I was glad that Mother Nature had made up for what she didn't give me in great looks with plenty of extra inches of dickmeat.

'Guess I don't have to ask what you're into. Your choice in names tells it all."

I returned the crotch-staring, realizing that he had more than enough meat to satisfy any man's hunger.

"You also into makin' it with amps?"

The question took me by surprise. I had never thought much about how I would react to having sex with a disabled man. At least not until I met Chet. I always knew that attitude and the ability to use it was more important than looks alone. Well, Chet had the attitude, all right. He also had good looks. All that was missing was a pair of legs. The trade-off wasn't such a bad one.

"I've never gone out of my way to meet a disabled man, if that's what you mean. But I sure as hell wouldn't pass one up if he sparked my interest."

I finished up my second beer quickly, knowing full well where the conversation was going

"How 'bout me, Arnie. Do I spark your interest?"

I let my eyes take in every inch of him. Now that I was able to see his legs up close, I realized that even with a pair of thick-soled work boots on the bottom, they still looked painfully mismatched with the rest of him. I imagined how he would look without them. After a moment's thought, I realized that he would probably still look pretty good.

"Yeah, Chester, Sir… you spark my interest. You spark it a whole lot."

He reached out and cupped my chin in his hand. It was not so much a gesture of affection as one designed to let me know just how much power he could wield.

'You already seen me at my worst, boy. Think you can also stand seein' me without my clothes?"

I peeked inside his jacket at the powerful chest muscles lying in wait there. I knew I could spend hours just licking out the sweat building up inside that leather jacket. That and his cock were all I needed to suck on. I told him so, making it clear that the minute he claimed me for his Slave Boy that what I felt and what I wanted made absolutely no difference . I would be totally his. No matter what he offered to me physically or mentally, I would have to not only accept, but learn to love and worship everything that was his.

He heard the words and listened, still not fully believing that it would make no difference to me whether or not he could offer me a pair of feet to suck on. Then, after a long pause in the conversation, he blew a thick cloud of smoke in my face and smiled sardonically.

"Then I guess you're on, Boy… I guess you're fuckin' on."

Chester was on, all right. From the very moment I entered his ground floor apartment to the time I reluctantly left, many hours later, I was "on." Starting with the second that he ordered me to strip down, and including the second he told me to peel off his own clothing, I was on a high that persisted for days afterwards. Even when his pants were lowered and the set of perfectly matching prosthetic legs were exposed, nothing could cloud the joy I felt at being so completely dominated. It was as if all the cigar smoke blown in my direction had suddenly charged my brain with the one-way longing to serve the man in every way possible. Later, much later, I realized that all the while I was slobbering over his well-developed chest and thick. uncut cock, he was thinking about that moment when reality would set in and I would realize that the man lying on the bed in front of me was not someone I would be proud to introduce as my Master.

Fortunately that moment never came. Even as he shot his first load deep inside my gullet, I was still aware that what mattered most was the security his dominance afforded. When he finally granted me permission to shoot my own wad, it wasn't the end to an almost perfect mating. All I could feel at the time was the relief at knowing that for the next couple of hours, I was free to explore his body, relieved of the nagging ache inside my penis. I never told him at the time, but for me, his body was something new and exciting to explore and plant my wet-mouthed seal of approval on. It wasn't just the powerful chest that intrigued me, or the way his armpits had of sucking a tongue in and forever marking it with its heady musk. It was also the man's lower half that caught my attention and awakened in me feelings that I never thought existed.

Beginning with the moment we entered the tiny apartment , to the moment when he planted his bulk in an armchair and ordered me to fetch a beer, I knew that I wanted to explore the "difference" his truncated body afforded. As I moved back into the room, beer in hand, I automatically planted my body down on the carpeted floor. I crouched there, in perfect imitation of the many times I had sat patiently and obediently beside my latest Daddy. As I stared into his boots I had to think hard not to focus my mind on the fact that they were attached to nothing more than hollow plastic. But as I leaned closer and breathed in the heady boot-smells, I realized that no matter how artificial, these were my Master's legs and these boots were His boots. begged to be given permission to lick those boots. Then, once it was granted, I went to town in a way that surpassed the cleanings I had given to the boots of men who could actually feel my tongue against their legs. I licked and slobbered over his shitkickers, making them shiny with my spit. With every pass of my tongue on his boots, I stole glances at his face. Nothing registered there, not even surprise. He only stared straight ahead, his eyes focusing on some distant spot against the wall. I longed to hear some word of praise from him. Then, as my spit began to form a wet pool on the carpet, I sensed his gaze upon me. The cloud that had passed before his eyes was gone. Whatever had been conjured up in its wispy tendrils had disappeared. He sat there, potent, benign, his dick twitching under his jeans as he watched me service the bottommost part of him. I paused for a second and stared into his face just as the cloud began to reappear. He looked at me, puzzled. Then he reached his hands outward and, amazingly, began to lift my body upwards.

I crouched there on the floor, my eyes locked into an unblinking stare with his. We said nothing, only looked. Then, with the quietness of a cat, he placed his arms around my neck and drew me towards him. I marvelled at the beauty of his face as our lips touched, then parted to receive each other's tongue. I closed my eyes as we drew each other's breath in and wallowed in the wetness that our two open mouths afforded. Never had any man kissed his Slave Boy so beautifully as my Daddy did. With each intake of breath was being drawn further inside his mind. I could see the winding pathways, some filled with anger and disappointment , others filled with a need to be loved and worshipped. I explored each byway, aware that once the journey was ended, the distinction between top and bottom would be less defined. For the first time I accepted a man as Master not for just the facade of power and raw sexuality, but for the need inside him that was opposite, yet so similar to my own

As I watched him walking into the bedroom, his legs swinging uncontrollably as the crutches hoised his body up off of the floor, I knew that I would follow those prosthetic legs anywhere. When I stripped down on command, I had been offering him a gift: a gift of a whole body that was his to use and even abuse if he so desired. When his pants came down, and I saw what lay underneath those spit-shined boots, I gasped, not so much from shock as from the realization that they were in no way less beautiful than the rest of him. Just different. With my tongue sliding downward from his magnificent pecs onto his equally impressive cock, I kept thoughts about his prosthetic legs in the back of my mind.

I knew that sooner or later those legs would come off and that I would be faced with the reality of the stumps that lay underneath. And so I sucked and teased his dick until it spurted in my face, then I lay beside him, watching his chest heave up and down in the aftermath of his cumming. When the steady rise and fall had slowed down, I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear.

"Should I remove your legs, Sir?"

The words hung in the air like lead weights. How many Little Boys had ever asked their Masters that question? How many ever got the opportunity? And how many, if given the chance, could deal with the reality of their removal?

I could. And that knowledge, more than anything else, made my mind reel with all the possibilities. As I began the slow manipulations that came only seconds after getting his approval, I watched him as he shut his eyes, certain that I would react negatively to the sight of his leg stumps. Instead, I watched the convoluted flesh appear as if by magic from out of their plastic shell. The man now lay in front of me, more vulnerable than any other man, Top or bottom, could ever appear to another.

He was not a full-bodied human being. He was someone whose legs were missing only inches below his crotch. That he was able to even hook on prosthetic legs at all was amazing. There was so little left of what once had been a muscled limb that I could only barely comprehend the physical and mental pain that had accompanied its loss. looked down at my own body, far from perfect and far from pleasing to everyone who saw it. And for the first time in many years, I began to cry. I cried to think that anyone should have to suffer so much. I cried to think that the shell of protection he had built up all around him was nothing more than the consequence of a mine explosion. But as the tears spilled on the sheet, I realized that the tears were mostly for myself. I suddenly knew why I had been born with so much need for submission running through my veins. I was being prepared for something… for someone whose own needs outweighed my own. I understood why I was made to accept anger, and abuse. I understood why I was born with looks that were only passably attractive and a body that would never make heads turn at right angles. I was born to be a disabled man's Slave.

Once realized, that knowledge was like the spark plug that lights the engine. I moved downward on the bed, wiping away any telltale signs of wetness. I smoothed the sheets out beneath him, lightly brushing his leg stumps as I played out my domestic fantasies. Then I kissed his cockhead , making it the jump-off point for the new round of body-worship on which I was about to embark.

Immediately, Chet's eyes opened up again. I smiled up at him as I wrapped my hands under his ass cheeks and began the slow descent from the tip of his cock to the point just under his swollen nut sac. I tickled his testicles playfully, saving the knowledge of their sensitivity for future use. Then I moved my head further downwards, into an area that for many would have seemed like the Twilight Zone.

I saw his eyes throw out sparks as I ran my tongue over first his right leg stump, then the left. The flesh in both truncated limbs was soft and pliant. It was like kissing a pair of ass cheeks. I watched as his eyelids closed once again, joined to the face in a gesture of ecstasy. For the first time I realized just how sensitive the remains of an amputated leg could be. He realized it too. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and pushed my mouth even further into the softly folded flesh on either side of his cock. I could see the marks my inwardly sucking mouth was leaving as I worked my tongue first over the top of each leg stump, then onto the lightly scarred underside. The minute my lips made contact with the ends of his legs, his entire body exploded in burst after burst of uncontrolled shaking. Nobody had ever reacted so strongly to my ministrations before. It was as if his entire body was thanking me for the unexpected attention it was getting.

I reached down below my waist and grabbed my dick. I was too turned on to ask for permission to play with myself. Only when I had moved from one leg stump to the other

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That moment of truth came sooner than expected. As I made love to the spot where so many nerve endings had been severed, I could hear the quick gasps for air that signalled that he was close to cumming. I immediately increased the pressure on his stumps and grabbed the full thickness of his cock in my fist. Slowly, then with increasing pressure, I pumped his dork up until the room filled with a cry that was more animal than human. He had shot his wad, letting his spunk fly across the room with almost frightening force. I begged him to let me shoot my own wad, then began the furious pumping motions on my own cock that would soon make it release its contents.

With his command that I shoot still ringing in the air, I gave my dick a couple of furious pumpings that soon had it spewing its contents across the bed. So great was the burst of jism that it slid down on the side of the bed and started a pool of creamy white liquid on the floor. I watched as the pool grew larger and larger as more spunk dribbled downward . Ever the domesticated houseboy, I scooped up some tissues and wiped up the mess, laughing at the ferocity of both of our shootings.

"You did good, Boy. You did everything just like you was supposed to do.

He leaned back on the pillow, his shortened body even more appealing now that I had explored it so thoroughly.

'Even the part of sucking on your leg stumps?' He thought about my words for a long time. Then he rolled over on his side and drew me towards him so that our faces touched.

"You didn't have to do that. I know that. You did it 'cause you wanted to, not 'cause I made you do it. I never would have made you do it, no matter how much I would've liked it."

Then his face lit up with an ear-to-ear grin that made my cock dance all over again.

"But I'm kinda glad you did. I hope you'll want to do it again some time. I hope you'll want to do everything again some time."

We were no longer Master and Slave. We were two men in bed together for the first time, exploring the possibilities inherent in our coming together and hoping that there was enough satisfaction gained to warrant a return match. There was. As we lay face to face our tongues became entwined again. I felt his body pressed up against mine, the lack of flesh and bone below the waist reminding me that he was not just another pick-up I could devour, then move away from to go on to my next meal. He was somebody, like myself, who could feel the mental sting of being rejected, or even loved, for all the wrong reasons. He was a man full of misplaced anger and emotions that came out at the wrong times and in the wrong places. He was someone who reminded me that you can't just enter a man's mental plane without coming away changed… but unbelievably satisfied for having taken the trip.

I thought about that as I remembered how he had seemed in the bar: his crutches propping up not only his body but his sagging ego. I wondered just how much of his defense system he would ever let down completely. I hoped that there would always be at least enough left to keep me

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TGIF

It began over dinner. We were eating out, celebrating our fourth anniversary, and we had been drinking quite a bit of wine—it was very good wine, Don knew how to pick it—as well as cocktails before dinner, and as usual Don and I both downed several glasses of ice water with our meal. When I felt the need to relieve myself, I excused myself and began to get up from the table.

But Don laid his hand on mine, a gesture the two of us have come to define as: listen to what I am about to say. "No," he said, and his eyes said, obey. So I resumed my seat, a little surprised, and we continued with our meal. Our conversation was light, and I quickly forgot the incident, although I did not attempt to excuse myself again. Don thoughtfully kept my wine glass full, and we enjoyed a slow, luxurious dinner, followed by chocolate souffle and coffee. At Don's urging, I drank several cups of the coffee, which was quite good. We lingered over dessert, but finally it was time to leave.

When I stood, my need to urinate almost doubled me over, but Don hustled me out of the restaurant before I could say anything about it. Walking made it a little more bearable, so I didn't complain as the valet drove our car to the door and we got in.

As we drove away from the restaurant, Don reached over and placed his hand just above my crotch, pressing down on the bladder. I almost pissed then and there. We stopped at a red light and he turned to face me, a knowing and slightly malevolent smile on his face. "Happy anniversary, boy," he said, then leaned over to kiss me, his hand still kneading my bladder. Then the light changed and he sat up straight and drove on.

"Happy anniversary, Daddy," I said, in a small voice. He only called me "boy" when we were going to play. And sometimes I liked what he did to me, and sometimes I didn't. I wasn't enjoying it much so far, with my gut beginning to churn with the need to piss. But these times were his gift to me, and I was grateful whenever he would play with me, since each time I seemed to learn something new about myself, about my endurance, about my desires.

So I relaxed, and tried not to think about how much I wanted to piss, which only made me think about it more, of course. The drive home seemed to take forever, and I knew anyway that he wasn't going to let me piss when we got there. My dick was getting hard, both from the pressure of my bladder and from wondering how the rest of the evening was going to go.

When we did get home, he told me to get undressed. We were going out to the leather bar, he informed me, and he would dress me. I stood naked in the bedroom and listened to him putter around in the bathroom -the sound of running water got into my head and stayed there, so that I hardly even noticed the difference when he stopped whatever he was doing in the sink and got into the shower. Finally he came out, dripping wet, and handed me a towel. I very carefully dried him off, first his hair and beard, then his chest and back. Then I got down on my knees and dried his crotch and legs, and he allowed me to lick his cock and balls a little bit, which got my own dick hard again. When he was dry, he began to pick out his clothes, taking what seemed a maddeningly long time to choose each item. At his orders I laced his boots and zipped up his tight chaps.

Finally he was dressed and he turned his attentions to me.

I was standing before him, shifting from one foot to another with the need to piss. He gently fondled my cock and balls, then again pressed against my slightly protruding bladder . "Need to piss, boy?"

'Yes, Daddy," I said.

"No." His grip on my dick became crushing . "You only WANT to piss. If you NEEDED to piss, you wouldn't be able to hold it in, it would be running down your leg this very moment." He squeezed my dick again. "Wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"So you WANT to piss, isn't that right, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy." He looked as though he expected more. "Yes, Daddy, I want to piss." More? "Please."

He caressed my dick again. "No, I don't think so. Not yet, Maybe when you NEED to." He went to the play-drawer and pulled out a short length of chain. It was full-sized chain, like you'd use to chain shut a gate, but only about six links or so. He wrapped it around my balls, very tight, and padlocked it. He had done this before, many times, and I knew my balls would soon begin to swell and ache from the constriction.

When Daddy dresses me, he dresses me good. He greased up my ass and stuffed a butt plug in my hole. It wasn't too big-I knew that I could push it out by just clenching my ass muscles as though I were taking a shit. In fact, it might even happen by accident if I didn't concentrate on keeping it in. But he didn't strap it in the way he sometimes does. He simply told me not to let it go.

I couldn't help it, though, when he stuffed the plug up my butt, a few dribbles of piss leaked out of my dick. He looked very disappointed in me and I apologized abjectly for my lack of control.

He sighed, "I know, boy, I know, SELF control is beyond you. But that's what this is about, isn't it? I'll just have to take control myself."

He went to the play-drawer again and

brought out a catheter, ripping open the plastic wrap. He greased it up and gently inserted it into my urethra, while I stood absolutely still with my hands behind my back. Daddy and I had to work long and hard to get me over my fear of anything going into my urethra-the first time he catheterized me I cried and cried but I was so afraid to move that I went absolutely rigid-to the point of muscle cramps. But Daddy was patient and willing to take me slowly to the point where I could take the catheter or the probes without fear. I understood that the time he spent training me to take it was just another expression of his love for me, and so now when he slid that tube into my cock it was just like almost any other intimate gesture between lovers… full of meaning and memories that only the two of us shared.

When the catheter had made its way into my bladder, my desire to piss became almost unbearable, but Daddy methodically but quickly inflated the tiny balloon in my bladder with a small amount of sterile solution . My desire to piss had not diminished —in fact, the increased pressure in my bladder only made me want to piss more-but I no longer had that ability. At least, not until Daddy allowed it.

Then he picked out the rest of what I was to wear: faded jeans, with a leather belt cinched TIGHT; a plain white T-shirt, and an old pair of boots. I was thankful that he allowed me the boots, since sometimes when he dressed me for the bar he would not allow me to wear leather at all. But tonight it seemed we were going on the motorcycle, so he even let me wear a leather jacket. And, of course, a helmet.

The vibration of the motorcycle was hell. Daddy rides only the best: a Harley that he works on himself, constantly fiddling with the engine so it has that deep, nasty growl Harleys are famous for. That deep, nasty growl worked its way up my legs and into my crotch, until it felt like there was a blender in my gut, whipping the piss in my bladder to a froth. I wanted to piss so bad I imagined my pants leg was wet, but it was only wishful thinking. I could only hang on to Daddy and pray we didn't stay at the bar long.

We did, of course. When I got off the bike, was walking kind of gingerly, mostly because of the catheter in my dick, but also because my balls were beginning to ache something fierce, and because the vibration of the motorcycle on my butt plug, which under other circumstances might have been very pleasant, also served to loosen my ass enough to make keeping in the plug something of a challenge. Daddy saw me walking slowly and laughed. "You look like a feeble old man."

I didn't reply, only tried to project long-suffering dignity as I hobbled behind him into the bar.

Of course, lots of our friends were there, and Daddy led me around, hobbling, to talk to all of them. And he sent me for drinks -since we were on the bike and had been

drinking earlier, we now were drinking only bottled water, but of that we drank at least four or five rounds, and of course Daddy insisted that I drink each one down. A couple of times during the evening Daddy had to piss, and he took me into the bathroom with him so I could stand by and watch. He made loud noises of satisfaction as he let loose.

Then I guess word got out that it was our anniversary, and nothing would do but that several couples there had to buy us drinks. Daddy accepted graciously, smiling, and toasted me with each bottle of seltzer water we drank.

I wasn't much good for conversation, since my world had narrowed down to the growing pressure in my abdomen. Eventually my eyes must have been glazing over, because Daddy relented and bid our friends goodnight. We left the bar (after Daddy enjoyed one final piss,) and climbed on his motorcycle.

The ride home was even worse than the ride out, I felt like I was going to burst. It helped a little bit to put my arms around Daddy and just hold on, so I did, and tried to let my mind go blank until we got home.

We did, finally, and I hobbled up the stairs and into the house behind Daddy.

I hadn't really expected to be allowed to piss right away, and so I wasn't disappointed. We went into the bedroom and he told me to strip. When I was naked I lay on the bed spreadeagle, and he bound my hands and feet to the bedposts.

He checked the chain on my balls and decided to tighten it a notch. My balls were already quite swollen, but that sensation had been so lost all night in my overwhelming desire to piss that I had hardly noticed how large and tender they were getting. He played a little with my balls, flopping them from side to side and pulling them out away from my crotch. The tender flesh pulled through the tight links of chain protested, and as he kneaded my balls I almost forgot how badly I wanted to piss.

But I was suddenly reminded when, without warning, he reached down and pulled the buttplug from my ass. The sudden release of pressure in one area caused sympathetic stirrings in another, and my bladder fairly quivered. Daddy began fuck-ing my ass with the buttplug, sliding it in and out. It felt good, at least the fucking part, but it also made my desire to piss become actually painful. I struggled, clenching my ass muscles and moving my ass from side to side as far as my bondage would allow. It didn't do any good, of course. Daddy continued to fuck my ass until I had begun to yell my throat raw.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Boy doesn't want his ass fucked? Aw-and I was going to fuck you with THIS, too," he said, pointing to his own hard-on, still trapped in denim and leather. I could only whine impotently. I DID want his dick. I LOVED his naro dick, and I would never, never, NEVER say no if he wanted to fuck me. But I wanted to PEE!

He teased me, rubbing his crotch and talking about how he had meant to fuck me. But if I didn't want it. .

I begged. I whined. My dick was hard just from the humiliation of having to beg for it, the catheter still trailing from my pisshole. "Please, Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please fuck me, Daddy. Please… '

And so on.

Finally he relented and pulled his hard dick out of his jeans. He released my ankles from the bedposts and pulled my legs up over my head, attaching the restraints at my ankles to my wrist restraints. Then he slipped on a rubber and plunged in.

Being bent over double as I was only increased the pressure on my bladder, but I didn't care, because my Daddy's dick was in my ass. Every pounding thrust set my dick and throbbing balls bouncing in front of my face. He fucked me mean, changing his style of thrusting every few strokes so I couldn't get used to any single rhythm. For a while he grabbed the base of his dick for aim, then each time he pulled out he would pull out all the way and then slam it back in.

I was talking, but I wasn't making much sense. I don't swear much at any time, but when I'm being fucked like that it's all "Shitfuckdamnohgodfuckjesusshit." And drool? My spit wasn't just dripping, it was flying, as I wrenched my head back and forth as though someone were slapping my face.

Daddy came, filling the scumbag with his first load, but I knew that didn't mean he was going to stop. It just meant he was going to pump harder, as his dick grew more and more sensitive. I clenched my ass muscles as much as I could, to squeeze his dick all the tighter, and within minutes he came again, this time with a long, slow moan that grew into a yell as he frantically pumped my ass even faster, spewing a second load of cum into the rubber.

He sat back on the bed, catching his breath, idly playing with my ass with one hand until his breathing calmed down. Then he slapped my butt—not very hard—and got up to go clean off.

I was doing MY best to calm down, too, since my cock was hard as a rock and aching, ACHING to come. And now that he was no longer fucking me, the twin discomforts of my bladder and balls came back to my awareness. My hard dick was hanging straight over my face, the end of the catheter tube dangling almost to my mouth. I listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom and tried not to imagine the gusher that I wanted to release. After Daddy had washed up and peed (!) he came out and sat on the bottom end of the bed, caressing my upturned legs.

I didn't even bother saying it. He knew I wanted to piss. Hell, I didn't know any more whether it was WANT or NEED to piss. The

question was academic, anyway, either until he let loose the catheter or my bladder exploded. By then I didn't care HOW the pressure was released, I just wanted it OUT.

"I think we might let you pee some, now," Daddy said, in a very mild, reasonable voice, still stroking my thighs. "I know you want to pee real bad, boy, but you'd better listen to me."

The emphasis on "listen to me" required a response, so I said, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy." He reached up and began fondling my dick, which was still hard. "You've got a lot of liquid in your bladder, boy. And if you try to push it all out at once, you're going to hurt yourself. It's very important , that when I release the valve, you try very hard NOT to pee. You understand, boy? You're GOING to pee, no doubt about that. But you have to try NOT to, so that what comes out is only a little, at first. Then we'll let out some more, and then a little more, until you're more comfortable. Got it, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Daddy released the water from the balloon inside my bladder. The tube itself was still pinched closed, so nothing happened except that a dribble of warm water flowed out and down into my face. Suddenly I knew that was where my piss was going, too, and when Daddy released the little plastic clip, I dutifully tried very hard NOT to pee and watched my piss come splashing down right into my face.

He only let a little out, which didn't relieve my desire to piss much, but in a minute he let out a little more, then a wait, then a little more. All of it dribbled down onto my face. My dick was rock hard, but that didn't stop me from pissing whenever Daddy released the clip.

Finally he stopped. I wasn't nearly through wanting to pee-there was plenty left. But the edge had been dulled. Daddy unclipped my ankles from my wrists and fastened my ankles to the lower bedposts so I was spreadeagle again. That relieved even more pressure from my bladder.

Next Daddy brought out the box of clothespins. He knows I love the clothespins —each one just a little tug on the skin, adding up and adding up as he adds more and more. My skin stretches. A lot. I can take a LOT of clothespins before it starts to hurt, and even then I like it.

He started with one on each tit, and then playfully clipped one on my nose. Then he started in on my chest. Soon there were two lines of clothespins across my pecs, and then line after line tugging the skin at my stomach. He ran lines of them out my arms and legs. He left my dick and balls alone, though, since they were otherwise occupied.

When he decided there were enough clips on me, he "played" them for a while with a couple of drumsticks. I know I had an idiot grin on my face: this was one of my absolute favorite activities. It was not painful at all: instead, the tightly-stretched skin is a turn- on for me, and the ripples in the lines of clothespins as he flicked, and flicked, were echoed as my flesh rippled and muscles flexed. Pure pleasure.

I even like it when he takes them off. Some of them-especially the ones in the tender flesh of my inner thighs, he simply whacked off with the drumsticks. Yeah! Then he would take out every other one from the lines that crisscrossed my chest and stomach , massaging sensation into my flesh as he went.

Finally they were all off (except the one pinching my nose shut,) and all that remained were the bright red "tracks" left by the pinching: it looked like I had giant red zippers zigzagging up and down and across my flesh.

Then, very gently, Daddy began massaging my whole body- being careful NOT to press on my abdomen. He stroked my chest and shoulders, playing a little with my tits and tickling me in the armpits. He bent over me and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth and sliding across my tongue with that electric "battery contact" feeling that I've only ever felt with him.

"Happy anniversary, boy."

I thought that meant the scene was over, but I was wrong. After he had kissed and rubbed me all over, Daddy got a blanket, dimmed the lights, then lay on the bed next to me and pulled the blanket over both of us. I was still bound spreadeagle across the bed, so I was taking up most of the room, but Daddy simply curled up on his side next to me, with his arm across my chest, and went to sleep.

I lay there, awake, listening to him snore. My balls were still bound, swollen and aching. I still needed—no, WANTED—to pee, just not as bad as before. Now I was just uncomfortable, not actually in pain… But as I thought about it, I never had actually been in pain the whole night. Just uncomfortable . Very uncomfortable. EXTREMELY uncomfortable. But not in pain. figured out pretty soon why Daddy left the clothespin on my nose. For some time now I had been breathing only through my mouth. And it was drying out. Already part of me was thinking longingly of a little something to drink—while another part of me, (a little voice piping up from down around my bladder,) was saying, "No, no! Don't drink any more! I want to PEE!" By morning I was going to have cotton-mouth like you wouldn't believe. And Daddy, sweet Daddy, was sure to give me SOMETHING to drink. His poor boy would be thirsty, after all.

There was no way I could sleep. I couldn't clear my mind. All I could think about was how much I wanted to pee and how my balls ached and how thirsty I was getting. And Daddy was snoring in my ear. Looked like a long night ahead.

Oh well, I thought. Thank God it's Friday.

REAR VIEW MIROR

EATHER'S FOUNDING DAD

The Wild One rode across drive-in screens in 1953, two years before James Dean's Rebel, and 16 years before Easy Rider (1969). Brando's archetypal leather image, via flamboyant underground S&M filmmaker Kenneth Anger's blasphemous Scorpio Rising, started integrating into street / bar style. By the late 1950's, the ironically named "Nellie's" in San Francisco's Tenderloin was the first bar where leather debuted. The classic poster of the insouciant Brando, black leather jacket and cap, elbow on motorcycle, hung, like a rushin' icon, over the bar.

That's the truth according to some.

NELLIE'S AND THE BLACK CAT

Others say the Black Cat, on the Em-barcadero , was a bar more basically butch than Nellie's, because, informants swear, the BC's butch-style at night was a natural reflection of the butch-style many men lived by day. Leather may have debuted at Nellie's otherwise nelly bar, but butch had long been a constant at the BC. The Black Cat was, after all, near that greatest seafood / khaki / drifter concession, the Embarcadero YMCA!

The men naming Nellie's as the primordial leather bar claim the Black Cat was acceptable only on Halloween as a camp. (Halloween, that greatest of all Gay Feast Days, all informants agree, was basically pulled together in San Francisco at the Black Cat.) Whatever further research resolves , the Black Cat seems to be the first South-of-Market bar where leather achieved some prominence and longevity. Nellie's, almost immediately after the Advent of Leather, moved out of the Tenderloin to the Mission where it fell, if not from grace, then by location, from leather which preferred the deserted-by-night light-industrial area South of the Market Street Cable Car Slot.)

BUTCH GUYS / SISSY BOYS

A kind of uncivil civil war broke out among gay men: butch vs queens. This civil war, still as ongoing as any mideast crisis, hung its ultimate battle insignia, later, when the Tool Box, tired of "Sweaters" trying to break the enforced Leather Dress Code, nailed a pair of tennis shoes to the ceiling to "stamp out sneakers." South of Market, only on Halloween did any flamboyant drag dare rear its slutty head, and then only as a camp. Piss-elegant men were not an often visible species at The Black Cat.

ARE YOU WHAT YOU WEAR?

LA psychotherapist Guy Baldwin (whose "Ties That Bind" column is a regular Drummer trip to bountiful), says in issue 127: "Social rules say that straight is better than gay. The rules also say that vanilla is better than kinky. So there is hiding. And a part of us is cut off from ourselves," Baldwin's words are ever so true about leather-men's initial history: ambivalency, hiding, and dissembling were the order of the duplicitous Fifties when men with an appetite for leather were choking on Ivy League and chiffon.

Linn Kiefer, a founding member of the California Motor Club, who resided on Nob Hill admitted to this kind of "Double-Gay " life some men were living deep within the already "Double-Life of Being Gay While Passing in a Straight World.

Two times "Double" can mean trouble. Early leathermen circumvented duplicit-ous identity as cleverly as Clark Kent to avoid trouble. The always socially-prominent San Franciscan, Kiefer, said, "After cocktails and dinner at Gordon's, I changed in a phone booth into my jeans and teeshirt and headed South of Market." Levi's and leather were considered very outre! Penny loafers and tennis sweaters were the "accepted" gay style. Leather Drag, at the opposite end of Feather Drag, which was mostly relegated to the Sleaze-dom of the Tenderloin saloons, was judged by the received taste of elegant gay arbiters , as if it were automatically Rough Trade.

WHAT SIMPLE FOLK DO

That, precisely, was leather's appeal. Every class-conscious man, from British lord to NY / SF upwardly mobile type, likes to "Fuck Down." As one observer said, "That's what the lower classes are for: sex." Smell envy there. Envy of the hyper-masculinity the middle and upper-classes imagine that blue-collar workers, drifters, and sailors automatically have because their work, work clothes / uniforms, and seedy lifestyle all signal the roguish romance of sexual emancipation and fuck-you social freedom. (Refer to any drawing by the wonderful artist, REX!)

Leather, so much a part of working gear -cowboy to lineman to biker, gave men, feeling their soft ribbon-clerk or corporate- lives made them softer, weaker, more "feminine " than the free-spirited construction worker who rode his bike to his job, a chance to buy into, and act out, the seemingly tougher men they envied with every inch of their hardons.

LEATHER AS PSYCHO-DRAMA

People costume themselves pursuant to their lust. Actor Laurence Harvey, straight as a stick, loved women so much, he was a cross-dresser. Homomasculine, but closeted , gay men love naturally-butch straight men so much, they become the real male impersonators. That's not politically incorrect , because the aim was to realize the ideal, and not to ape the hurtful macho stereotype. Imitation is not only the sincerest form of flattery, it is also the route to learning how to "up" a man's own true Butch Quotient. Many are the gay men of the 50's and 60's who purposely pursued "butch" jobs, from cop to sewer worker to trucker, to enhance their adult perception of themselves and spit in the sissy-boy image they had by-force grown up with.

The history of International Gay Leather is as much as psycho-drama of acting out manliness in one's soul as it is slipping on one's body a full set of practical leathers for riding.

"OUTLAW" FAGS & HELL'S ANGELS

Post WWII, and on into the 1950's, cars were expensive. Motorcycles were cheap. The Hell's Angels, emerging parallel during the same post-war time, were basically wild WWII vets who, remembering 200- pound Carol in Keokuk, preferred 2,000 pounds of hot metal between their legs and a blond Californicating mama riding behind with tits and puss leaning into the biker's shoulders and butt.

At the same parallel time, butch queers likewise preferred the economy and feel of motorcycles. Kicked-up lines of bikes appeared outside the Black Cat, What started as transportation became status symbol. Every weekend, one senior kick-starter reported, more bikes showed up. Guys took notice. Form follows function. What began as function became fashion. It wasn't long before bikers, standing in the Black Cat, decided, after the Saturday night saturnalias, to run together to a variety of Sunday party-destinations around the Bay Area.

HOW LEATHER GOT THE RUNS

Long before the hey-day hoe-downs of stereotypical Formal Runs sponsored by latter-day saintsnsinners, who cloned rival new clubs incorporated with legal charters, the prototypical catch-up-if-you-can Satyrs MC was biking casually out to Morrow Bay, Kings Canyon, and down to Valley Floor in Yosemite. The spur-of-the-moment first runs were a way, Linn Kiefer said, to get guys who had never been out of San Francisco to see a bit of California. Almost instantly, riders found runs basically great bar-alternative ways to breathe fresh air and hunt fresh meat. In the early 60's, the runs, dividing the distance between two cities, helped SF men meet LA men by rendezvousing at campsites halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles.

THE "LAYERING" OF LEATHER

The bikes came first as economy. The leather jackets and gloves came second as warmth and skid-proofing against terminal "road rash." Only much later, did leather, specifically with the "invention" of the detachable codpiece, lock down into a fetish unto itself and a signal for S&M sex.

The clubs came third because the bikes were always breaking down and riding together was more fun in a dozen different ways than being stranded alone along the freeway or a mountain road with a dripping Harley (which is the mechanical equivalent of a dick that starts dripping six hours into a man's trans-Atlantic flight to Amsterdam to start his vacation).

OUR LEATHER ADAM

Robert Frost, long before the excellent Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance , wrote: "We learn from our hands to our head." Frost, the "effete" poet could never have written about mending walls if he, as "butch" stonemason had never built one. Manly is what manly does. The mechanics of the motorcycle laid a basic sociopolitical lesson: men have resources and strength in numbers.

Think of that first day in leather history when the first man, the first gay dad (only a kid himself then), our Leather Adam, repaired his own bike and stood up and got a hardon seeing his formerly pristine fingernails crescented with grease just like the lube-jockeys he'd lusted for in garages throughout his life! ("Thank you, Jee-SUSSS!")

CLOTHES EMPOWER THE MAN

This feeling, born of an acculturated symbolism, has little to do with straight or gay; it has to do with ability to handle machines stereotyped as "manly." That is leather's psychic symbolism, same as any male gear, construction to uniform: it signals to the outside world and affirms to the inner self that, for better or worse, as far as the clothes make / empower the man, here, fuck you!, is a man.

You know from your own experience that when you dress "tough," even straight guys treat you different; when you wear a cop ball cap, clerks smile more. Leather is a heavy symbol in a world that functions on the surface of symbolism.

SEIZE YOUR LEATHER!

The hardest thing to be in America today is a man.

Leather addresses the process head-on. So, gradually, long before colored hankies coded sex-act preferences, owning a bike became as much an overt signal of butch "sexual inversion" (as homosexuality was politely referred to in those days) as walking a poodle was a sign of queenliness . Leathers divided from Sweaters. The Black Cat, same as the Tool Box and Phoebe's after it, began to enforce a dress code to keep out the sweatery "leather groupies."

OUR DADS' FIRST BIKE CLUBS

Here, leather history, which like all history is an agreed upon lie, becomes touchy. Early on, the Warlocks MC existed first on paper as a bike club with one rule: a man had to have a bike to belong. At the same time, the Koalas and the Barbary Coasters were aborning as "buddy-clubs": a man needn't own a bike, but bikes were the usual mode of inexpensive transportation to bars and runs. As Kiefer remembers, the first bikers were relatively affluent and some were socially highborn, even in the Bay Area. Even so, the high-cost of a bike hardly prevented the dedicated lower-income leather bachelor from buying his Harley.

CALIFORNIA MOTOR CLUB

The first bike club to be officially incorporated in California was the CMC on April 15, 1963. The California Motor Club (not "Motorcycle") was organized at 111 Gilbert Street, San Francisco, in a warehouse used by Jack Haines' father to clean used refrigerators and stoves. Its industrial atmosphere made for a perfect clubhouse. The idea of the club was Jack Haines' and another man, currently unnameable, as he is allegedly still in Mexico waiting for the statute of limitations to run out on whatever he has been accused of doing.

So, there in Jack's father's scrub-brush warehouse, like Cinderella from the ashpit, the CMC hoisted its colors and began a tradition, formalizing the leather-bike-club look and affecting community consciousness through cultivating, always, various political types, not the least of whom is the wife of Senator Milton Marks (but that's a later story!)

THE FIRST BIKE RUN

The first bike run was two guys nobody not even they-remembers fucking their chrome pipes, hot leather seats, and each other in Yosemite.

THE FIRST OFFICIAL BIKE RUN

The first semi-organized CMC bike runs started in the 1961-62 summers as laid-back sex campouts, which soon became highly designed encampments, kept aglow by Ray Floyd, the legendary CMC "Fire Fairy," and which soon staged shows made festive by the likes of Hollywood's distinguished British actor and cigar-smoker, Peter Bromilow (the handsome Bromilow was in Warner's Camelot, among hundreds of other featured screen and starring stage roles); flaming Flamenco dragster Jose Sar-ria ; and dozens of other guys, who, like Mickey and Judy, enjoyed putting on a show where, unlike drag queens, they remained very much men even when costumed in female clothes!!

Until further information emerges, the First Official Bike Run was the CMC 1963 bash at Rainer Creek. Three hundred guys, many on their first trip from the City, got a chance to shit in the woods, eat catered foods, watch an all-electric musical-comedy show, and fuck their brains out. The Park Rangers, at first abashed, came around fast, inviting the CMC back the next year, "because no other weekend camping group had ever left a site cleaner than they found it."

SEAMEN'S SEMEN

The CMC, making hardly a nickel on its runs, decided that some kind of fundraiser was needed to line its coffers and raise some charity funds. November was pronounced a dead month in San Francisco: nothing much happening. So, voila! "Let's save November!" One CMC member knew someone who knew someone who could book a blue-collar venue, and the bike club, overwhelmed at the profit from the first party, invented, almost by spontaneous combustion, the Autumn ritual orgiastic extravaganzas still thrown annually: The CMC Carnival.

Unless you suffer from Reverse Alzheim-er's or just came out post the A-Word: The CMC Carnival rivals only a papal conclave of cardinals in Rome; so important is it to leather history that its own specific generation will be addressed later.

(Editor's Note: As Drummer collects the history of international leather, WE NEED YOU for factual accuracy, dates, anecdotes , and photos! If you have a story to tell, a fact to add (or correct,) photos to share about bars, early bike runs, bike clubs, S / M scenes, the first leather, whatever , send a note to Rear View Mirror, c / o Drummer, PO Box 11314, San Francisco, CA 94131-1314. We'll contact you, and your story can become part of Drummer's International Leather History!)

"Hose his insides out." Gray put a long narrow attachment on the end of the hose, shoved it up the poor fucker's asshole, and opened up the water. The guy jerked and squirmed helplessly as the water forced itself into his guts and gushed out again. and it wasn't empty. A nude man—in his late twenties, I'd guess—was scrunched up into it. Gray had a water hose and was using it to rinse the mud off the captive, the runoff pouring down the drain in the middle of the room.

Knock it off, you motherfucking bastard ! Let me out of here! Give me back my clothes!" the man protested loudly, to no avail, as Tim and Jeff scrubbed him vigorously through the bars, using long-handled brushes. All three workers were stripped down to jock straps, whose wet cotton pouches clung almost transpar- ently to their cocks and balls; Tim's and Gray's pubic hairs peeked over the waistbands which swooped down from their hips, weighted by the water, and extended by semi-hardons.

"Hose his insides out."

Hearing the instruction from Jake, Tim and Jeff set aside their brushes, went to either side of the cage, reached in and each grabbed a foot. Overcoming violent , screaming resistance from their prisoner , they pulled his legs up and through the top of the cage and draped them over the end, then secured his legs and calves down to the vertical bars so that his bare ass was laid flush against the end of the cage.

Gray put a long, narrow attachment on the end of the hose, shoved it up the poor fucker's asshole, and opened up the water. The guy jerked and squirmed helplessly as the water forced itself into his guts and gushed out again. They reamed him out until the water flowed clear as it drained through the grate, then hosed and cleaned the floor and put their equipment away.

Jake had watched all this from a large, thronelike chair on a platform to one side of the room, sprawled-out legs putting the seams of his tight leather pants to the test. Now he got up and walked to the cage, and pointed to the captive; the muscles of his sculpted chest rippled reflexively.

This, boys, is Charlie Crick. You remember him: he's that scum who was convicted a couple years back for beating and raping those two young high school girls. Remember how pissed we were when he got paroled so soon? They said he'd been rehabilitated.

So today I'm dirt-biking some lonely firebreak, and who do you think I come across, and what do you suppose he's up to? That's right: he had some lovely little lady—that waitress from the grill, Molly, as it turns out. He'd kidnapped her at knifepoint in her own car, and was just about to do her some harm when I came long. It didn't take much to get him under control, and after I'd calmed Molly down, we decided between us that justice would best be served by leaving him to me. I promised to take him out of circulation for good, and she promised to keep quiet about it. We can count on her, she's a fine lady.

"I own him, free and clear. Nobody's gonna miss him, and nobody's gonna care what happened to him. He's mine to do with whatever I want; and you know what I want?'

The three nearly-naked subservients waited in silence to hear.

'I want you to have him, Gray. It's time you had a slave of your own. It's yours."

It was the first—and only—time I ever saw Gray smile: he looked like a kid that had just been given a pony, and couldn't wait to give it a ride.

"Thank you, Sir!"

"It's scum, like I said; just a dumb animal. But maybe you can train it to be of some use.'

"Thank you, Sir!" Gray repeated, his smile melting to a sinister grin.

Jake moved to the workbench, picked up a studded leather harness, and helped Gray into it. It had various "equipment" attached to its waistband-leather thongs, handcuffs, a whip. Gray took off his jock, replacing it with a leather cod- piece with wicked-looking pointed studs adorning it; it was kept up with a chain hanging on his hips. Another chain disappeared into the crack between his round cheeks and fastened to the bottom of the pouch.

Jake stood back and gave an approving look. On command, Tim and Jeff stripped off their jocks, and Jake hooked chain leashes to their collars and led them to the platform, where he sat in his chair, a naked, leashed boy at either foot. He patted Tim on the head and rested his hand there, much to Tim's obvious pride, and said to Gray:

"Okay, hotshot. This dumb animal belongs to you: let's see what you can make of it.

'Come on out of there, Jackass. I'm gonna ride your butt.'

The jackass pushed himself as far as possible from the open end of the cage and grunted, "Fuck you. Nobody's gonna ride me."

'We'll see about that," said Gray, and he reached down and grabbed hold of Charlie's ankle and yanked hard. The captive held stubbornly onto the bars at the far end and twisted over so that he was face down and kicked back at Gray with his free leg.

Just like a jackass," Gray mocked, and he bent down into the cage. He used his shoulder to pin Charlie's right leg to the top of the cage, and slammed his knee into the back side of the man's left thigh, pinning it to the floor on the opposite side. Then he took one of the leather straps hanging from his belt, reached between Charlie's spread legs, and quickly looped and tied it around his

balls.

Before the jackass could react, Gray stood up and gave a powerful yank with the other end of the strap.

You never saw anyone move so fast; Charlie yelled out in pain and nearly flew out of the cage backwards, ass up in the air, running in reverse on his feet and hands.

As soon as he had him out of the cage, Gray used his foot to flip Charlie's left lea over the strap, and pulled the strap up so that the jackass had to arch his back way up to keep from having his balls yanked out. Only his shoulders and feet touched the floor as he pushed his pelvis desperately toward the ceiling.

"You're gonna have to learn to mind me, or your life won't be worth shit, Jackass. You hear me?"

Gray got no response, so he pulled up even higher on the leather thong. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Charlie answered in short quick gasps.

The jackass balked at this, so his trainer shortened the strap by winding it around his fist a couple of times and pulled up higher still, so high that Charlie's toes just barely touched the floor as he strained to take the tension off his stretched-out sack.

"Yes, Sirl" he cried through clenched teeth, and Gray casually dropped the strap and let him fall to the floor.

Charlie rolled onto his side in a prenatal position and tried to breathe through the pain, while Gray unhurriedly strapped wide leather bands around the captive's wrists.

Get up," was the order, and it was quickly obeyed. For the first time, I got a full look at him: he stood easily six foot two, taller than his new "owner," had wide shoulders and a lanky but highly defined body. "Wiry" would describe him best. His face was angular, with dark, close-set eyes; his hair was long, curly and brown, and he had a lo ing his body. His cock, like his body, was long and lanky.

He stood there for only a couple of seconds before making a desperate attempt to escape by suddenly bringing both fists, clasped together, powerfully into the side of Gray's neck at the base of his skull. It knocked Gray to one knee, and Charlie made a break for the door.

Jeff, sitting at Jake's feet, tried to bolt after him in a spontaneous attempt to come to Gray's assistance, but Jake yanked him back with his leash, violently, so that the boy's entire body was jerked around by the neck, and he wound up prone across the floor in front of Jake.

Meanwhile, Charlie had found the door locked. He tugged on it wildly, as Gray got back to his feet and moved slowly at the man. He grabbed a fistful of the long, curly brown hair and started to drag his prisoner back to the center of the room. Charlie naturally tried to put up a fight, but he was no match for his shorter Master: Gray toyed with him like a cat with a bug, clearly relishing having such dominant superiority.

He wrestled his slave onto his stomach, limbs spread out, and laid on top of him, pinning him to the floor and grinding the sharp studs of his now-bulging codpiece into the naked flesh of his captive's but- tocks. Charlie squirmed and bucked and grunted in pain. When, after a few minutes, he stopped his useless struggling , Gray grabbed a fistful of the shoulder-length hair, stood up, and this time did drag him to the center of the room, where he hooked cables hanging from the ceiling grid to the straps he'd secured to Charlie's wrists.

Next he bound leather straps to the jackass' ankles and chained them to eyebolts in the floor, so that his legs were spread out about three feet apart. Then he tied a loop in the leather strap still dropped a weight onto it, pulling the slave's scrotum painfully towards the floor.

Charlie moaned quietly at the discomfort and indignity, displayed naked as he was, spread-eagled in the center of the room facing Jake, who grinned appreciatively . Tim still sat on the floor at his master's left; but Jeff, who had had the impertinence to act on impulse and without orders a few minutes earlier, was now prostrate, flat out on his stomach on the floor in front of Jake, with his forearms and wrists bound tightly behind him, the sole of one of Jake's boots firmly in the small of his back.

Gray walked around his jackass slowly, testing the bonds and looking him over.

"First," he said, "we're gonna have to get you cleaned off." He looked up at Jake, who responded to his unspoken request by unleashing Tim and directing him into Gray's service.

Tim sprang to obey. He went to the workbench and got a straight razor and some lathering soap, then got a bucket of water and set to work shaving the hair off the "animal" from the feet up. The captive struggled and strained and loudly cursed at first, but soon realized it was in his own best interest to remain perfectly still and hope the blade didn't slip. He continued to curse, though, and so Gray took a wide leather belt and delivered several stinging blows to Charlie's back, changing the curses to pleas to stop.

"Keep your fuckin mouth shut— always!—unless spoken to, Jackass!"

The jackass learned quickly—for a dumb animal—and soon the only sounds heard from him were involuntary grunts of pain. leather straps to the jackass' ankles and chained them to eyebolts in the floor. Then he tied a loop in the leather strap still hanging from Charlie's balls, and dropped a weight onto it, pulling the slave's scrotum painfully toward the floor.

Tim continued up the body with the straight razor, scraping the wiry hair from Charlie's entire body, until it was baby smooth. His moustache and even his eyebrows came off, but as Tim started on the scalp, Gray told him to leave a 'mane," so that the finished product was totally, absolutely void of any hair except for a two-inch strip over the top and down the back of his head, like a long Mohawk. His pale white skin, streaked with bruises from the beating, glistened wet and reflected the soft yellow light from the lanterns.

Tim returned to his place at Jake's feet, and Gray said, "Nice job: now he looks like a mule. That's what I'm naming you: Mule. You ready for me to ride you, Mule?"

Charlie-rather, "Mule"-didn't say a word.

"Answer me when I ask you a question!" Gray yelled, and lashed the belt across his back as hard as he could. Mule cried out in pain, but gave no response, so Gray continued with the belt, asking, "You ready?" until he finally heard a "Yes," gasped weakly between cries.

"Yes,' what?" Gray yelled, delivering another blow.

"Yes, Sir!" came the quick response.

"Yes, Sir,' what?" and another blow from the belt.

"Yes, Sir, I'm ready for you to ride me," Mule panted.

Gray stopped the beating, came around and lifted his slave's drooping head by its mane, and stared him in the eyes from about three inches away. He snarled, "No, you're not. Not until you beg. And believe me, you will. You will beg."

Gray left him strung up there and went to the pot-bellied stove to put another log on the fire, even though it already burned hot enough to heat the entire room very warmly. He jammed the end of a wrought iron bar into the coals and worked the bellows to fan the flame. He took his time, leaving his subject to hang there wondering what his next lesson was to be.

Finally, Gray dragged a very sturdy-looking sawhorse in front of Mule. With his legs spread as wide as they were, the sawhorse stood just above hip height, and, when secured by chains to floor bolts, pressed snugly against his lower abdomen.

Now Gray tied a rope through Mule's legs and around each thigh, binding them tightly to the sawhorse, so that when next he released his captive's arms from their chains, he couldn't drop to his knees to take the straining weight off his stretched-down testicles.

As his arms fell free, Mule sagged forward over the horse, exhausted from the beating and from struggling against his restraints. Gray grabbed one wrist, then the other, and fastened them to ropes which tightened through floor bolts several feet in front of where his slave drooped over the sawhorse. He pulled the ropes tight, stretching the man's arms out and down to the floor, his legs spread, his butt up in the air.

Gray stomped purposefully around behind his sweaty helpless subject, stepped up into the gap between his spread legs, and, with a palm on each cheek, pressed them apart widely, until it looked like he might rip him in two right along the pale pink line that ran-usually hidden-down the center of his crack. Then he rammed his stud-covered pouch into the tender exposed ass.

Mule flinched the little that his tight restraints would allow, and whimpered. Gray brought the belt down hard across his back and told him to shut up, then slammed his crotch against his captive's ass again.

"The only sounds from you should be sounds of gratitude. The only words should be begging for more," Gray instructed, and he shoved his crotch back into the breach, and ground it into the tender flesh, at the same time dealing another punishing blow with his belt.

Mule stifled a cry of agony, and through clenched teeth gasped, "Thank you, Sir. More, please, Sir.'

'Good boy!" Gray said. "You're catching on." And he delivered another lash with the belt, not so hard this time, and then stepped back and released the chain holding up his codpiece. It fell heavily to the floor, and Gray's large fat cock grew first out, then rigidly up in front of him, until it pressed firmly against his abdomen; it reached up to and beyond his belly.

Gray stroked his cock slowly a few times as he stared at the bright red sphincter pulsing fearfully, then, with no further ado, grabbed the sawhorse on either side of Mule's hips, and pierced the tiny, puckered asshole violently with his hot, throbbing spear.

Mule couldn't hold back an anguished yell of pain as the hard, dry cock penetrated him, but Gray just pushed all the harder, slowly forcing himself deeper and deeper up into the virgin asshole, until the entire shaft was inside, as the slave continued to cry out in pain.

"What's the matter?" Gray mocked. "The rapist doesn't enjoy being raped?"

He backed his cock out a few inches and slammed it forcefully back in again, at the same time delivering more punishment with the belt. He worked his pelvis back and forth, short strokes at first which gradually became longer. He would do a few easy, shallow strokes and then suddenly slam his dick in as deep and as hard as he could, getting a groan of misery from Mule, which, in turn, would earn Mule another taste of the belt across his back.

"What do you say, boy?" Gray demanded over and over; and Mule would pant, "Thank you, Sir," or, "Again, please, Sir," until, after some fifteen or twenty minutes of steady, constant pounding, he began to sound as though he meant it.

As Gray worked up a sweat, rotating and thrusting his hips, driving his excited member again and again into the ass attached to this animal that he now totally and unquestionably owned, I could see the animal becoming grudgingly resigned to his fate; I could see him losing any and all resistance he might have had inside him, as he became more and more compliant and surrendering.

Gray drove himself up into Mule non-stop for at least a half hour. Sweat ran down him as he continued his relentless rape, his victim also dripping with perspiration from the workout. He picked up the pace, slamming faster and faster and harder and harder. The weight dangling from Mule's balls swung back and forth and jerked up and down as the action got heavier. Chains jangled rhythmically to Gray's unrelenting, rapidfire thrusts.

Finally, Gray leaned forward and grabbed Mule by the mane and pulled his head back with it; he shoved his entire body weight towards his victim's upturned butt, driving his cock as far as it would go up his hole, and held it there. His hips quivered, and he let out a long, ecstatic moan.

Then, still holding tightly onto Mule's mane, he slapped the slave's side as he gave him a few more quick hard pumps and held another thrust deep inside his gut. His legs and hips quivered some more, and he gave out another moan as he let his body fall, draping over Mule's. He panted and moaned and rotated and undulated atop his prisoner's ass as he drained himself of what must have been a gallon of cum.

Mule panted heavily and said, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir," over and over, and he sounded truly grateful: maybe because he thought his ordeal was over.

After some time, Gray let go of the mane, stood up, and, like a cork out of a bottle of champagne, popped his large, spent cock abruptly out of Mule's raw asshole. He went around and lifted the mane, dangling his sticky wet cock in front of his slave's face, and said. "That felt real fine, boy. Nice ride."

'Thank you, Sir," came the dutiful reply. "Thank you' for what?" Gray demanded, testing.

Mule thought for some time before coming up with what he hoped was the right answer. "Thank you for riding me, Sir? Please ride me some more, Sir?"

"Good boy," Gray said. He rewarded him with a couple of pats on the side of the head, and I swear, Mule actually smiled a little smile, as though he was proud of himself for passing a test. Maybe he was just happy to get the right answer to keep from being punished further. Maybe he felt some relief that the rape was finally over.

But that relief was premature and short-lived .

Jake congratulated Gray on his successful training session. Then, leaving Tim behind, he led Jeff by the leash around behind Gray's pupil's upturned ass. Jeff, arms still bound

Jake continued to pump slowly, thoroughly exploring every inch of Mule's insides. Now and then, he would suddenly pull back and slam another driving fuck into the jackass. I noticed that Mule's cock had become hard: evidently, Jake's probing wand was working some kind of magic. behind him, dropped to his knees and gazed worshipfully up at his master, as Jake stood over him, legs wide apart, staring back while he slowly rubbed his crotch. Jeff's dick came immediately to attention.

Jake leisurely unbuckled his belt and undid his fly, then lifted his large balls and big, semi-turgid piece of meat out of his open pants, whose seat still clung tightly to his round, muscular buttocks. He stood with his hands on his hips to tease Jeff for a while, and to test his self-discipline. Finally, he gave permission with the wag of a finger, and his newest boy enthusiastically reached his face into his Master's crotch, licking the side of his thighs and then washing his balls with his tongue and mouth.

Jake's cock grew in appreciation. It was so large and thick and heavy that it took some time before it fully engorged, but the end result was incredible: I'd guess, honestly, maybe eleven inches! It laid out clear across Jeff's upturned face, and beyond. The apprentice tongued the shaft at its root, then puckered his lips around it. He moved his mouth slowly up and down its length, working all around its considerable circumference . He lovingly caressed the head, and carefully took it into his mouth.

All the while, his eyes fixed up on Jake, who just stood there over him, hands on hips, looking down at his bound worshipper .

Jeff worked diligently on the head of the cock, gradually taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth. He had about half of it in, slurping and sucking hungrily, trying to take more, but understandably having trouble , so Jake leaned forward slightly and took hold of the boy's head in both hands, tilting it backward. Then, slowly and steadily, he bent his knees forward and lowered his body until, amazingly, he had slid the entire huge piece of meat into Jeff's mouth and down his throat, which I could see literally expand to accommodate the fat cock. Jeff's eyes glazed and watered, and he convulsed slightly, but he didn't gag; a real trooper.

Jake held his furry crotch against Jeff's nose for a few seconds, rocked his hips from side to side, and then slowly withdrew inch after inch, until at least the head backed out of the boy's warm, eager mouth. Jeff's lips softly enveloped it to the very last millimeter, savoring it, reluctant to let it go.

Jeff gasped in air through his gaping mouth, ready for—and hoping for—another taste. Jake obliged him, and again, the trooper took it all. When he pulled it out, his engorged pole glistened with saliva, and a string extended in a long, wet, silvery strand from its head to Jeff's mouth.

"That's enough," Jake said, and Jeff sat back on his heels, still staring intently, looking somewhat disappointed.

Jake turned to the reddened asshole propped up in the air next to him and reached up and grabbed a chain hanging from the grid. He took a wide stance, one foot slightly in front of the other, and, using the chain and his powerful legs together, suddenly shifted and slung all his weight crashing into the pulsing, sore opening ramming his entire huge shaft all the way to the hilt with one brutal thrust.

Mule involuntarily let out an anguished response, something between a wail and a grunt. Jake pulled back fast, ripping his rigid tool all the way out of its victim; and then, just as fast, rammed it all the way in again, eliciting the same response from Mule.

"Aw, shit," Jake said with disgust. "Tim, get your ass down here to muzzle this wimp!"

Tim hurried to obey. Jake had him lay down on his back between Mule's stretched-out arms and put a leg over each of the captive's shoulders. Then, following Jake's instructions, Gray strung Tim up by the ankles from the ceiling grid. He raised him just high enough so that Mule's downward-hanging face nestled snugly in the crack of Tim's suspended ass.

"Lick," Jake ordered. "Very carefully, if you want to keep your balls."

Mule licked. Very carefully. Gray took his mane and used it to work his face all around and well into Tim's crotch and ass, as Jake slowly moved his cock around inside the prisoner. Soon they had Mule's mouth and tongue working feverishly in Tim's crack, Gray using the belt across his back whenever he slacked off.

Tim was loving it, writhing gently and moaning softly, his hard dick slapping back against his stomach.

Jake continued to pump slowly, thoroughly exploring every inch of Mule's insides. Now and then, he would suddenly pull back and slam another driving fuck into the jackass, forcing a grunt from him that was now muffled by Tim's cheeks closing around his mouth. The grunts started to sound less like pain and more like pleasure, and I noticed that Mule's cock had become hard: evidently, Jake's probing wand was working some kind of magic. Or maybe the jackass just liked the taste of Tim's ass.

Receiving Jake's permission, Gray squatted over Tim's face and began sucking on his "brother's" dick; Tim lifted his head and strained his tongue to service the back of Gray's balls and his ass.

Jake's rhythm picked up as he pounded into Mule like a piledriver. Mule just slurped and slavered into Tim's ass all the more, eating him out with enthusiasm now.

The piledriver became a jackhammer, ramming faster and faster until Jake let out a moan of pleasure and exploded his load inside Mule. He pumped a few more times as he leaned over, reached around Mule and used his fingernails to sharply bite into the captive's nipples. He pinched them hard and pulled them out far from the chest as he continued to drain his cock into Mule's ass

I was amazed at what happened next. Jake pumped his cock into the jackass a couple

Mule's face was slimy wet with Tim's juices and his own spit. lake told him to take the boy's still hard cock into his mouth. Mule obeyed at once. "Keep it there. If my boy's dick comes out of your worthless mouth before he shoots again, I'll sew your lips closed with barbed wire." more times, and then held it pressed as far up in his ass as possible, and as he did, I swear, cum squirted from Mule's dick! Untouched! Jake pumped again, and another spurt shot out, and as he pressed one last time, even more cum oozed out in a slow steady trickle to the floor. I could hear muffled screams coming from Mule as he continued to vigorously slurp Tim's asshole.

For his part, Tim's writhing had turned into convulsive spasms, and he moaned into Gray's ass as he emptied a load into his big brother's mouth. This in turn triggered Gray's second ejaculation, this one receiving a helping, stroking hand from Tim.

Jake pulled out and hiked up his leather pants, fastening them at the waist, but leaving his "equipment" flopping out of his open fly. He turned to Jeff, who still sat staring up at his Master, his raging hard cock aching for release.

'It's a good thing you're tied up that way," Jake laughed down at him. "You know how much willpower you've got when it comes to playing with yourself. I'd hate to have to punish you when we're all having so much fun."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," came the earnest reply.

"Stand up," Jake ordered.

Jeff did, and Jake rewarded him for his patience by grabbing his throbbing hard-on and leading him by it to Mule's raw opening. He inserted it into the hole, but just deep enough to take in the head.

'Keep it right there, boy," he said, and he walked slowly around the sawhorse, eyes fixed on Jeff.

He grabbed Mule's mane and lifted his face out of Tim's crack. It was slimy wet from Tim's juices and his own spit. Jake put Mule's head between and through Tim's legs and told him to take the boy's still-hard cock into his mouth. Mule obeyed at once, no fight at all left in him, and unwilling to test Jake's patience.

'Keep it there. If my boy's dick comes out of your worthless mouth before he shoots again, I swear I'll sew your lips closed with barbed wire."

Jake walked slowly up to his chair, turned, and sat, legs spread wide, his large meaty cock and balls pouring out of his pants.

He let Jeff suffer a couple more minutes, then laughed and said, "Good boy. Okay, have at it."

Jeff, usually the shy, quiet one, let out an uncharacteristic war- whoop and plunged in enthusiastically. Mule grunted with every thrust, but was extremely careful to hold tightly onto Tim's cock with his lips. Tim undulated his hips, working his dick around in the captive's mouth.

Jeff drove fiercely and rapidly into Mule's hole, always keeping his eyes on his Master, Jake, who sat fondling himself on his "throne."

Once, an energetic backstroke brought Jeff's cock all the way out of Mule's ass, and it bobbed wildly in the air until he could angle it back in. It wasn't easy with his arms bound behind him, his excited dick twitching and bouncing around like it had a life of its own, and Jake laughing at him. But he eventually managed, and continued his attack on Mule's rear, while Mule tried to keep from choking on Tim's cock.

It didn't take Jeff long to shoot his wad, and when he did, his cum, blended I'm sure with Jake's and Gray's, sloshed from Mule's over- flowing asshole.

As Jeff let out his last ecstatic moan, Mule gagged and gurgled as Tim forced his rod up into his throat and held it there. Cum and saliva dribbled down Tim's shaft and onto his pubic hairs as Mule tried to get oxygen to his lungs through his gaping mouth.

Everybody spent, Jake got up and released Tim and untied Jeff, and had them take up their respective positions at his feet on the platform. He signalled Gray to continue with his slave.

Gray lifted up Mule's head by its mane, and, in a low, even voice said, "You belong to me, now. Your life is mine. You are my total slave. Any questions?"

"No, Sir," came the quiet, subdued response. Mule was completely defeated, absolutely humbled.

"Whose property are you?" Grav demanded. He wanted to hear it.

"Yours, Sir. I belong to you, Sir."

"Right. Let's see that nobody forgets that.

He dropped Mule's head and went to the fire. He picked up the iron rod whose tip he had wedged into the coals. He took it over and held it in front of his slave's downturned face so he could see for himself the brand he would soon wear: the same mark I'd seen on the boys' butts earlier.

I expected Mule to protest, or at least express some horror, but he didn't even have the will to beg. He just hung there, passively waiting for this next torture.

Gray swaggered around behind him and, with both hands, pressed the glowing hot metal firmly into the smooth left buttock. I heard a kind of sizzling sound, but only for a half-second: it was drowned out by a long, anguished cry, as Mule jerked reflexively. His whole body tensed for a moment before he went limp and quiet once again. He breathed deeply and rapidly trying to deal with the pain.

Gray put aside the branding iron and released Mule from his various restraints, helping his exhausted body over the sawhorse and onto his hands and knees. The jackass looked as though he could barely support himself on his four limbs as Gray herded him, with light taps on the ass from the belt, back into his cage.

Gray brought him a bowl of water, and Mule lapped it up thirstily, not needing to be instructed how a dumb brute drinks. He had learned his place.

End Part II-Part III in Drummer 130

DRUMMER 129

A Dad and His Boys

She was black, beautiful, my good friend, and a lesbian. I was white, wild-eyed , my own worst enemy and queer. She was involved with another woman; I was involved with another man. So, of course, we fell in love with each other and decided to have a family together.

The last words my mother ever spoke to me were, "My God, she's black!"

My older sister's last words were a bit more heterosexually philosophic. "Well, at least it's a woman!"

Many of our friends were torn between "Harumph, what's HE trying to prove!" and

"Harumph, what's SHE trying to prove!" The night our first son was born in 1969. Dr. Darling (yep, that was his name!) said to me, "Well, Dad, how does it feel?" No one had ever called me that before and the feeling that washed over me was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I celebrated, after leaving the hospital and making all the necessary phone calls, by having a few drinks at the STUD in San Francisco with a good friend, and then going to bed with the bartender after closing.

As he closed the door behind us in his bedroom above the bar, he turned to me and said, "Thanks for waiting for me, Dad". No man had ever called me that in the context of sex before and suddenly, there were two new aspects to my life … aspects that would forever change me and the way I saw myself in the world.

But the distinction between the two Dads was immediately clear to me. The boy in the hospital nursery was the reality in my life. The "boy" in the bedroom above the STUD was the fantasy in my life.

Two more sons and many (my oldest is now married and running his own small business) years later, people I meet are still not able to make the distinction between the two. Was I queer or not? How come I was married, raising sons and still to be found hanging out with the boys?

At the time, family members were even more confused. What a relief! I had finally seen the error of my sexual ways and had now suddenly become straight! No one wanted to believe that I was still queer, she was still a lesbian, but we were in love and having a great life together.

People who discovered our multiple sexualities wanted to know just what was going on? Was something happening at home between me and those boys entrusted to my care? Was Daddy teaching those boys more than they'd ever learn in school? Could I be trusted?

It was amazing to watch gay men who would never think of questioning the morals of a heterosexual father with daughters think absolutely nothing of walking up to a gay father with sons and asking "Do you ever get it on with your boys?"

The question was asked many times—by well-meaning men who thought it entirely proper—as was the request for a menage involving my sons and me! The assumption being, after all, as gay men we have no morals and, after all, isn't that the ultimate fantasy, Daddys and sons? It has always been incredible to me how many grown men are unable to separate what is possible and desirable in real life from what is possible and desirable in fantasies.

I have been divorced now for years. Our paths began to lead down different roads and like so many other marriages, we split up. When it happened, I left to live with another man and shortly after, my sons came to live with us. No great extra drama or trauma. The boys had always known I was queer (Yes, queer. A word I enjoy using), and I was the one with the real ven for the parenting role. Unfortunately, my new partner didn't share the yen with the same enthusiasm I did.

Five years later, my relationship with him ended and several months after, I met the "boy" who became the most important "significant other" relationship in my life.

Suddenly, I had two entirely different "boy" relationships going at the same time. One with my biological sons and one with the man who was also my "son" and who shared my bed and life.

All of them call me Dad, and there are many similiarities in both relationships but there are major differences as well.

The most sharply defined difference begins at my bedroom door. The boy who calls me "Dad" in the throes of passion, who allows me to take my pleasure when and how I want it and thanks me for it after is, in many important ways, a "fantasy' reality. Oh, he exists. He's flesh and blood and has a name and a life and sends me the biggest card on Father's Day. I love him as I have no other person in my life, but as my "son", he exists as "our" fantasy.

His "brothers", my biological sons, are as real as it gets. Let's not kid each other, two gay men living with three teenage sons isn't exactly the "Donna Reed Show", nor your everyday occurence, but it was a reality at our house and one I felt a great responsibility for.

You see, I have this dream of a world where no one thinks twice about my being gay, having a lover and a family. This wonderful world were everyone gets to be whatever they are (you remember the '60s, don't you?)

Well, the way I see it, I've just finished raising three intelligent, interesting, handsome men who have a gay father. And someday, they'll have sons and daughters whose grandfather is gay.

I now have aunts, uncles and cousins who tell me,"You've raised such wonderful children!" with a sense of wonder in their voices that lets me know the rest of the sentence is "And you're queer!"

They don't always get it … but they see it happening. And much to their credit, have been very supportive over the years.

No, I didn't sleep with my sons. No, I didn't take them out for sleazy nights on the town or share them with the men I met.

But I have walked down Fifth Avenue with them and my lover in a Gay Pride Day Parade.

They have served food and drinks when my men's group (100 strong) had their anniversary parties at our loft.

I've shown up at their school plays with my "boy" and clapped the loudest. I've cried at their graduations and cried over their failures.

And it was not uncommon at our house to hear a fifteen year old yell, "Daddy! Turn on your TV, Lyle Alzado is on!"

They have been my responsibility for twenty years, a responsibility now ended as one by one they've left the nest. A responsibility I am proud to have had and glad to be done with.

Have I been a great father? I don't know. I certainly don't expect to have to start posing for a monument, but I stuck it out and I've been the best father I knew how to be. And I can say without shame or embarrassment, no sons ever had a father who loved them more.

So, you ask, have I been trying to prove something all these years? You're damn right I have.

Daddy Chrome

Photos by Jim Wigler

Cockrings, Ass Eggs, Clothes Pins: Haven Sanborn of Hawk Metals is the North American King of Chrome

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VERY DESPERATE EMERGENCY NEED

Wanted: Sex Cruel & Mean Master to kidnap a desperate sex slave. Into very skin tight jeans Levis, leather pants. Into severe torture, SM, BD, severe & heavy, rape. Take slave for life & kidnap slave, torture him. Age 21-48 years old. Only serious to kidnap mel Write: Brad Jackson, PO Box 665, Edwardsburgh, Michigan 49112 or come: 24050 N. Shore Drive, Lot 9, Rema Trailer Park, Eagle Lake, Edwardsburg, Michigan 49112

X-HUNG TOP MASTER

Ugly, active, uncut, moustached, bearded farmer, enormous tool, Interchain 81. Visiting San Francisco , Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, September , 1989, seeks moustached bottom slaves to serve Him. Return visits welcome in Portugal Apartado 1964, Picoas, Lisboa 1006, Portugal International Postage Required.

BIG SUPER HUNG BLOND HUNK

25, 6'4", 250, body builder, wants rich, generous, mature, fat, cigar smoking business man. Mike, Box 3343, Long Branch, NJ 07740

HOT COUPLE

GWM couple, Top. 42, 5'7", 140, brown, black, bearded; bottom: 45, 5'10", brown, blue, 170, looking for hot Tops / couples who are into leather, dildoes, catheters, films, smoke. Drop a line with picture to : Boxholder, PO Box 7445, Richmond, Virginia 23221

HIV+ DADDY NEEDS HIV+ SONS

Versatile, HIV+ Dad, young 50s, wants HIV+ lads for mutual nipple play, TLC, therapeutic & erotic massage. SM if desired & any other safesex (condoms) scene. Call Bob, (305) 274-4773, Miami

CUM ON VIDEO

Goodlooking, horny videographer wants uncut and / or hairy hot guys for kink video in Pacific Northwest, Send photo, Box 7134

NIPPLES / LEATHER

Handsome, muscular, imaginative GWM, 40, six feet tall, 175, brown / blue, moustache, insatiable big nipples, seeks other well-built versatile men for extended nipple sessions, body worship, B&D, S&M, leather, uniforms. other mutual fantasies. Your masculine good looks, moustache or beard, and experience of leather and uniforms are plusses. But hungry nipples, a good body, and red-hot sexual imagination are more important. Send letter and photo to Box 7138. I live in California and travel extensively.

SNIFF MY STINK

Hot, handsome, muscular stud, 36, needs his dirty parts sniffed and slurped. Eat my rank pits, dirty feet, nine inch cock, cheesy foreskin , shitty hole. Brown and yellow deliveries for willing toilets, slim 18-45. Travel frequently San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York. Send photo. Box 7128

PARTNERS

Looking for partner to build life together. I'm masculine, bodybuilder, honest, fun, strong, 37. goodlooking, uncut. Enjoy working out, fishing, raising dogs, outdoors, leather. Have been in Navy, lived overseas, college, travelled USA. Box 7125

LOVE BIG DICKS?

PHALLOS: National Club for Well-Hung Men & Admirers. Send stamp / info. Live Oak Press. Box 640444, San Francisco, CA 94164

DRUM-HEAD TIGHT RECIRCUMCISION Experiences? Qualified M.D. referrals? Also into adult and teen cuts and other custom cock work, especially on glans. Exchange

35, 6', 180, brown hair, blue eyes, moustache, pierced, tattoo, submissive bottom anxious to serve. Into bondage, shaving, ass play, oral active, anal passive. Available for inspection. (312) 477-3265

RAUNCHY FARM SEX

WM interested in getting together with guys into farm sex. The raunchier the better I am also interested in videos of farm sex, trade or purchase Box 7159

HOT MASTER / TOP WANTED

WM, 35, hot, BB, 5'9", 185, dark, hairy, novice, seeks demanding, experienced, hot Top / Master who knows what he wants, to take charge, show me the ropes, train me to his desires. Extremely handsome, very well built, expect same quality. Definitely worth the postage. Reply with photo / descriptive letter. Box 7158

POW TORTURE at mountain prison camp. Requirements: 5'8"-6'3", over 21, under 35, excellent physical shape, able to be interrogated 3 days or more. Nude photo and phone. 8ox 7145

SON / SLAVE WANTED by 43 year old Daddy / Master. If you have a serious desire to be the live-in son / slave of this blond, 6'3", affectionate but no-nonsense Daddy / Master, include photo and phone with your response. You must be willing to relocate . Box 7146

DEAR SIR: YOUR PERSONAL SLAVE MARKET

SEEK LEATHER BUDDY

If you're new to the scene, so am I. My leather desires and fantasies grow daily, I'm 5'10" 155, healthy, aggressive, attractive, stable, intense. I'm looking for a real man to explore and expand safe, imaginative scenes. Let's train each other for what the future may hold! Send photo to: Boxholder, 300 Lenora Street, Box P211, Seattle, WA 98121. (7149LF)

AVAILABLE COPPER

Former D.C. Eagle winner, 6'1", 195, brown hair, blue eyes, moustache, good build and above average looks. Likes motorcycles, country music, outdoors, sports, uniforms leather, cowboys, men 30 years +, 6'1" and shorter. Dislikes: drugs, chain smokers. Letter and photo gets same. Trust me, this copper is for real. Write Box 7156LF

I'M BOTTOM OR MUTUAL

WM, 43, 5'9", 150, beard, pierced, seeks in-shape mature men any race into sensible pain, torture, VA, heavy tit / ball pulling, twisting , pinching, stretching, vacuum pumping, shaving, raunch, spit, piss, satanic sex. Safe only. Normally work 3-11 pm. Call or write anytime. Karl, 836 Wheeler Street, Wood- stock, IL 60098. (815) 338-9137 (6508LF)

GRENADA MARINE

It's listed under T.J. Jenkins. Call collect!

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 write w / photo & phone to Box enough. 6676LE

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, 71 / 2" 23, big hands / 6'3", 175, 91 / 2", huge hands, 35. Into leather games, bondage, prolonged ass- play (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 Tops, bottoms 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.

HAIRY ARMED TOP

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

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

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

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

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 steel! 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

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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

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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 and environs. Box 6904

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

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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.

COMPLETE YOUR TOY COLLECTION: SHOP SANDMUTOPIA SUPPLY CO.

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 94610

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

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

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.

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 squeezing 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

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

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

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 j / 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

HEY DAD!

Boy seeking Dad into mutual tit and ass play to play and fuck with. Especially turned on by chewable cock and tits, jockstraps and boxers. Boy is 24, brown / brown, 5'11", 165. Safe only and no drugs. Box 6946

SCATMEN

Hungry bottom, 37, 6°, good build, blond / blue, loves being stuffed with huge turds. Foot-long beer can-thick, 5-pounders. Big appetite for 2, 3 hairy ass Tops, maybe group. Send phone, photo & other hot info to: Gene Casey, 633 Post St., #148, SF, CA 94109. Stuff me.

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

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

PLAYROOM FOR RENT

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

COLD NIGHT? FIND A HOT MAN IN DEAR SIR!

BIG, THICK & CUT?

Totally kinky, masculine, trim, hung GWM, 40, bottom, has smooth, hot butt, sensitive tits. ready to take it. FF, toys, shower sports, big warm enemas. Safe, healthy only, Boxholder, PO Box 640084, SF, CA 94164-0084

POWER

Have it? Use it? Understand it? GWM, 36. 185, seeks dominant, burly, power- 6'4". broker who also wants peer relationship outside bedroom. Box 7133

VIDEOGRAPHER

28, 5'10", 160, brown hair / eyes, beard, available for taping single to club events. Very discreet. Portable EFP available. Box 28904. San Jose, CA 95159

FIST MASTER WANTED

WM, 37, into FF, dildoes, some CBT on weekends

SADISTIC SAMURAI MASTER

Very athletic, healthy top priority, goodlook- ing, youthful late forties, expert in expanding limits-horizons, seeking bear type GWM 40s- 50s, reasonable shape, prefer taller than my 5'8' willing to submit to a full range of activities. Pluses: sensitive protruding nip- ples, kinky sense of adventure combined with capacity for intimacy. SF Bay area, photos exchanged. Box 7160

WANTED: YOUNG LEATHER STUD

18-35 years old, WM, who wants to share leather sex. Must be turned on by smell, feel and look of black leather. Need safe sex with right boy. Call me and let's talk. (415) 861- 0581 (7155LF)

SM RELATIONSHIP

Experienced bottom seeks strong emotional and physical RELATIONSHIP (not just play) with experienced Top into SM, bondage, intensity I want to learn and grow; I hope you do, too. I am 26, 5'10", 190, bearded; prefer older, big, bearded men. Box 6904

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 No calls between 11pm-9am. (818) 843-5428. Burbank. Box 6767LF.

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 protec-desires a younger brother / son / slave. tive, 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 submis- sion. 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 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.

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 companion- ship. Prefer slave under 30. Box 46194, LA, CA 90046

ORANGE COUNTY BOTTOM MAN

WM, 5'11", 175, 50, younger looking, average build and looks, 61 / 2" 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 loval quality-service, respectful partnering & good mansex then trust-scenes. Graham: 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 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-Please send demands to Box minster. 7115LF

DEAR DAD.

My name is Larry and I'm searching for you, I'm 5'9", brown / brown, 34, mostly smooth, husky, completely honest and sincere. I'm neither weak nor ignorant but need you to complement my life. I'm naturally submissive with unlimited potential with the proper motivation . I've got the abilities and aggressiveness but lack discipline and structure to achieve greatness. I want you because you're a teacher and leader. I hope to share, learn, grow and achieve greatness through our association. I want to make a difference individually and collectively. If you know me or want to know me, call and let's see what you need. (714) 220-0513 (6566LF)

DRIVING LA TO NY JULY

Drummer / Daddy / Top needs bottom / companion to share bareassed driving and night time fun. Pay only own food. Contact: Warren, (213) 436-5075

BONDAGE BEAR

WM, 43, 6, 195, loves tight bondage, leather and uniforms. Paul, 32 W. Anapamu, #172, Santa Barbara, CA 93101

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

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

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 discipline / 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

ARE YOU A FIST FUCKER?

WM / 43 / 61 / 160#, hot / deep / wide asshole seeks sensual top or versatile fist fuckers for long erotic sessions. Palm Springs (619) 321-2819

SON NEEDS DADDY

GWM, 33, 5'11", 190, brown hair / eyes, looking for tall Daddy 35-45 years old in the West Hollywood area with average build and looks to administer over the knee bareass spankings . Daddy must be loving and caring. Son enjoys being spanked with Daddy's bare hand until his ass is hot and red. Son will thank Daddy for his punishment and will take care of Daddy's sexual needs, safely Son likes to cuddle with hairy chested Daddy. Send photo if possible. Box 7137

TWO HIGH-DESERT BEARS want cubs and parents for playmates. Basics, shaving or? Lancaster area or willing to travel. Box 7141

SADISTS SOUGHT

Mexican masochist seeks sadists with the need to punch, kick, abuse. Does inflicing pain, the sight of welts, bruises turn you on? Are you a Master at the art of applied pain? I seek safety with perverted sadistic men. Boxholder, PO Box 86322, Los Angeles, CA 90086 (7150LF)

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 fit 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, hot 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 CBT 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 but safe sex, brotherhood and friendship. Am versatile and intelligent with many interests both sexual and nonsexual. Special turn-ons include titwork, hair, tats. PO Box 2341, Manassas, VA 22110. (LF4696)

BODYBUILDER SLAVE

WM, 42, 5'11 175, 45" chest, 30" waist. well built, together, loner, erotic. Lean/ muscular, nonsmoker; use / abuse, whipping, safesex. Ex-military special warfare. Relate to Lawrence of Arabia, Mishima, "Story of O. "91 / 2 Weeks," "Image," "Beauty" Trilogy JW. PO Box 44029, Ft. Washington, MD 20744 (LE5030)

SM TOPMAN

Well-built, quality Topman into hot, heavy but safe and sane kink-sex, 40, 5'10", 44" ch, 33' w: seeking submissive level-headed bottom men for play times in S / M, B / D, C / B / T, etc. No raunch, am into responsible hot sex based on trust and man-to-man respect. Photo & phone to Box 6100LF

FLORIDA

BIG MASCULINE MAN WANTED active well experienced white slave desires strong rugged hairy muscled dark complexion to dark men-in tight well-worn levis, fatiques, 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

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 5'1 160 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

RELOCATING

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

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)

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

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

TALLAHASSEE BOUND

Experienced GWM, 45, 5'8", 160, brown hair and eyes, enjoys men into leather, rubber and bondage, expecially bodybuilders, TT, CBT, light to medium SM, WS and raunch. Versatile and have toys / gear for restraint, submission and discipline. Safe sex only. Send detailed letter of interests, photo and phone to Box 6430LF

BEARDED DADDY WANTED

Orlando. 28 year old, 5'10", 195, GWM, chubby, bearded, inexperienced but fucking horny, looking for older chubby, bearded, tattooed Daddy willing to teach me the ropes. Eager to be taught most everything. Into dildoes, rubbers, leather, cock / ball toys and porn. Want to be pierced, tattooed and serve Dad's needs. Box 7154LF

GEORGIA

SEMI-EXPERIENCED

GWM, 38, 5'10", 155 lbs., moustache, attractive , 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).

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 Atlanta GA 30324. (404) 892-1581. (6572LF)

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.

ATLANTA LEATHERMAN

GWM, 37, 5'8", 145 lbs, good-looking, pierced, bearded, professional. Experience pierced, bearded, professional. Expensional 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

SEX SLAVE / PIG WANTED

Hairy Italian, husky big Daddy, uncut, 35, 5'6' wants boyish, slave pig to submit to WS, FF, bondage, scat, dirty foreskin cleaning, face and ass fucking. Under 25 only. Uncut preferred . Shaved crotch a plus. Looks aren't important but need detailed description. PO Box 957461, Duluth, Georgia 30136

ATLANTA MASTERS / DADDIES

White male, 22, seeks Master or Daddy for training. Boy is open-minded to lite SM, BD, toys, leather, uncut with lots of precum a plus. Also beard and over 30 is hot to me. Long-term relationship possible with right man. Visitors welcome. I can handle a real man. Write to Box 7148LF

ILLINOIS

HORSE WANTED

6'11 / 5", 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

185, handsome, well-built, articu- 43, 5'11' late, 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, mous-tache , 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 LEATHERMAN SEEKS SAME

I'm 29, 5'8", 175, brown hair, eyes, beard, moustache, balding. You? Want to share/ explore leather fantasies with the right person . Possible long-term relationship desired. Must be loving, caring person. PO Box 803731, Chicago, IL 60680-3731. Photo, phone # required.

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. Box- holders, PO Box 41-1175, Chicago, 60641 Box 6846LF

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DOG SLAVE WANTED

38, experienced, attractive, 6'2" Master, 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

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)

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)

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Looking for muscular man who likes bondage, asswork, TT, shaving. Indianapolis area. Box 6958

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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 medita-Safe & sane & sincere in my tions All answered / considered. needs / pursuits Now is the time. Box 5413LF.

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Slave 31, 6'3", 171, 8" to service Goodlook- ing, 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

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

MAINE

SADIST

Sane experienced gay white male master, 45 seeks masochistic gay male slaves for medium to heavy S&M, B&D, torture sessions, tit torture, cock & ball torture, anal work, fistfucking, whipping, shaving, hot wax, endurance & most safe scenes & sex. Must be trim, masculine, clean & willing, a few limits OK. Send pix. Location: Southern Maine. Box 64311 F

TAKE ME TO THE WOODSHED! STRIP ME

This naughty boy needs a good, long, hard, severe paddling / razor strapping across my smooth bare ass! Write with photo if possible Dave, Box #2004, Bangor, ME 04401. (207) 947-2329. GWM, 34 (look 25), 5'10' 140 brown hair, hazel eyes, boyish, spankable butt, affectionate. Switch roles, relationship possible.

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 timeouts, no mercy. Then: real ropes, real toys, real head- games. 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 / beard. 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

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 obedi- ence, 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

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SADISTS

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

DOWN AND DIRTY

Need hot, sweaty, safe sex from aggressive Topman, WM, 26, 6'3", 180, 716" cut, seeks cut, seeks big dicked dominant Tops 18-45 to use me. Turnons: Blacks, Latins, leather, muscles. uncuts, piss, dildoes, groups, SM, BD, ball-shaving , aroma, sucking, getting work. fucked. Send letter telling me what's in store, maybe photo. Box 7118LF

SPANKINGS NORTH OF BOSTON

40 year old Boston Daddy will take you over his knee with your pants down and spank your bare ass while your squirm. Spanking videos available to see. Write. You know you need it. Box 7136

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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 needs muscular dad who is under 45 and has same interests Box 6832LF

DADDY / TOP

Ass Master, GWM, 45, 6', 175, brown / blue, moustache, very sane, safe only and discreet, seeks GWM, son / bottom, 18-38, in nearby Occupant, PO Box 902, Flint, MI area. 48502

SEEKING MASTER TOP

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

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 65608. 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 66811 F

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

TOP SOUGHT

White male, 32, 6', slim, brown hair, trim beard, novice bottom / mutual. Interests include : light B / D, assplay, sucking, safesex, toys, etc. Seek trim, under 45 Top to explore and expand interests. Race unimportant. St. Louis, Box 7130

KC PLAYROOM

Frequently in Kansas City. Looking for a playroom complete with toys and a Daddy, I'm 30, 6'2", 185. Let's have fun! Box 7143

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

NEW JERSEY LEATHERMAN

GWM, 29, 5'10", 200, stached, seeks bottoms into TT, SM, BD, FF, body worship, leather, verbal abuse and dildoes. Safe only. Photo and letter to PO Box 473, Roseland, NJ 07068 (6779LF)

LIVE-IN SLAVE GWM 18-30 into heavy CBT, TT, WS, whipping, confine- ment. 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 number . CJ (201) 874-6909

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 fucked. 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.

SADISTIC SICILIAN MASTER

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

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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! LE5575

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 cen- tered 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 / Police uniforms. Light V / A-B / D-TT smoke & aroma SS. Photo gets same! NYC & NJ & USA. Box 65571F

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

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

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 j / o) at (212) 675-7352. Box 6688LF.

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, FF, 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

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.

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)

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

MUTUAL RAUNCH

Kissing, licking, sucking, rimming, sweating, pits, nipple stretching, 69. Total oral—no Greek, no condoms. W / M pig, 46, 6'1", 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 68341 F

HANDSOME GUY

Creative & masculine leatherman, late twenties, 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 command , to service me. No live-in, work to regular sessions, possible ownership. Phone and photo must. Master Mitchell, Box 110. New York, NY 10464 (6984LF)

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

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

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 to gether. 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.

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

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

18 TO ?

Hot men sought by photographer to appear in pix and video. ALL types, 18 to ? Here's your chance to show off your best. Tony C. Photography (212) TU1-1437.

BODYBUILDER, 5'10",195 seeks muscle studs my size / bigger for mutual SM and body worship. Rick, 496A Hudson #H24, NYC, NY 10014

EXPERT DEEPTHROAT SERVICE year old blond cocksucker looking to service horny Tops. G / P (C) RFR / A included in extended service sessions for one or more. I'm 6', 170. CAll (212) 740-7458

MOLD ME, MASTER Eager, novice slave, 28, blond / blue, 6', 200, seeks patient Master to teach me the joys of nipple enlargement, shaving, leather CBTT and uniforms. Willing to experiment with right Master. Reply to Box 7131

BONDAGE BOTTOM

WM, 5'10", 172, needs Top who engages in only safe, sane sex & S / M practices, to put him into bondage. Wants to be tied up, cuffed in leather, spreadeagled, chained, suspended T / T, C / B, ass play, etc. accepted within limits. Rochester, NY area, Box 7135

PRINCE OF DARKNESS

Exceptional young Master of discipline, WM 27, is accepting applications from obedient servants, 21-32, under 6', in good shape, for in-service training as toilet slaves. Inexperience OK, but must be intensely willing. Possi- ble full service. Photo, phone & brief resume. Discreet. NYC vicinity only. Diogenes, 314 W. 53rd St., NY 10019

PUSSYBOY AND ASSWIPE

Hot, healthy, handsome but submissive WM, 33, 5'9", 145, needs a tough, verbal, mascu-Topman to put me in bondage and line humiliate me. Will service White, Black or Latin Man and his buddies as a whore in panties and as helpless pig urinal or toilet. Box 7127

FRIENDLY LEATHER SOUGHT

GWM seeks friendly leather. No drugs, pot, heavy drinkers, hustlers. Easy car parking here. Box 660, 132 W. 34 St., NYC 10011. Att. Leo

SEEKING SHAVED DORKS

Tall, slim, clean-shaven Master, 30, seeks shaved, submissive dorks to 40 who wanna be abused. Into bondage, spankings, dick and ball work, safe sex. I'm good with beginners and I'm fuckin good period. Rock & Rollers skin heads, students, latinos a plus. No booze drugs, facial hair. Photo / phone a must. Box 7144

SEEKING DADDY

White Latin bottom, healthy, clean shaven, boyish, in-shape, 5'4", 130, 40, hairy, uncut, seeks heathy Top bearded Daddy, caring, non-smoker, cigars OK, for permanent relationship , domination, leather, VA, spanking, body worship, safe kink. Box 7151LF

THE CELLBLOCK ANNEX

Hosted by Lenny of the Cellblock and David of the Hangout. A Subterranean Men's Club for your cruising and playing pleasure. "Where Men Are Men and Boys Are Toys" Open Friday and Saturday nights. Full juice and soda bar (BYOB), 673 Hudson Street, NYC 10014. Telephone: (212) 627-1140. Call or write for information

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

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, Uniforms, Cowboy, INTEREST: SM, Bondage, Discipline, Hot Wax, Spank-Levis CRTT ing, Ass Beating, Whipping, Floogling, 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.

DADDY / MASTERS NEEDED

GWM, 35, 185, 5'11", beard, brown hair, green eyes, 7" cut, FR / A, GR / P, submissive. Seeking hot, hung, muscled, hairy Tops, 24- 45 for SM, BD, WS, TT, CBT, FF, shaving, enemas. Expand my limits while I worship your body, Sir and fulfill your leather fantasies. Dayton, Cincinnatti, OH. Box 5514LF

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)

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 grad- uate 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 me! 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

TOILET

Attached, healthy WM, sick mind, seriously searching for discreet healthy men with hot fucking ass, Top or mutual, who want ass / shit eating in a real serious way. U name it. Me, bottom or mutual, 5'11", 155, goodlooking, 34, leather satanism, G / p, FR A / p, tit work, diidoes. M. R. 248 S 11th Street, Suite 186, Philadelphia, PA 19107

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. 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

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 picture, 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)

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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

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

BONDAGE AND BALLS

WM, 31, 5'8", 140, brown / blue, moustache, versatile, seeks young, slender studs to explore fantasies in B / D, S / M and CBT. Hous-ton , Box 7126

"PEED IN PANTS"

Texas construction worker, dress cowboy, 6', 205, dark brown moustache and hair, fanta-sizes about cops pissing in their uniforms. Do you? Must have moustache! Would like pardner who shares my desires. (512) 598-5289. Box 7140

KINKY LEATHER BOOTMASTER

Sweaty, stinky, Latino, 6'2", 200, 45, seeks slave(s) (Corpus Christi, Texas area only). Pigout on my 16" high engineer boots, gloves, leans, till your face is black with axle grease. oil, mud, asphalt, grime. Master will administer chain bondage, whippings, CBT, TT, etc. Only letters with photo will get response. Box 7153LF

NAKED SUCK SLAVE

GWM, 27, 6'4", 180, needs to be kept naked and on my knees. Exhibit me and make me service your friends. Also seek W / S, shaving and being spanked by your bare hand when I'm bad. Write John, Box 7129

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 does what we say. Photo / phone. David Miller, Box 5306, Portsmouth, VA 23703.

RUBBERMEN HAVE THE RIGHT IDEA- WEAR A CONDOM!

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)

CALL THE LEATHER LINE NOW!

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

RARE BREED OF MAN SOUGHT

37 year old, goodlooking, healthy bottom seeking one-of-a-kind Master / sadist. You, loner, rough, intense. Work in jeans and boots, play and train in leather. TT, CBT, bondage, WS heavy asswork, discipline, control. Your Way! I can travel / relocate. Box 7157LF

WEST VIRGINIA

BOTTOM SEEKS TOP MASTER

Wheeling, Steubenville, Pittsburgh area. Kinky, submissive, goodlooking, muscular, Gay, White male, 35, 150, 5'7'', blond / green eyes, Into light SM, bondage, dildoes, FF, enemas, hot wax. Display me naked in front of your friends. Verbally abuse me. Race not a problem. Send letter, phone and photo a must. Gets mine, Box 7152LF

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

SM IS SAFE SEX

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.

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

When answering foreign ads with box numbers remember to include the correct amount of overseas airmail postage. Current rates are 44¢ per 15-ounce Letters without correct postage will be destroyed.

L / L SLAVE TRAINED / OWNED

Leather Master, 35, hairy, 6'1", 180, stache, seeks live-in slave boy under 30, totally owned. Trained, shaved, haircut, C&BT, TT, assplay, discipline, bondage, whippings. HIV-Send photos, letter of worthiness. Total mind/ body slavery. Master Fogden, 63A Stamford Road, East Ham, London, England

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 stretching , 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 all June, 1989. Muscular, darkhaired, 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

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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.

LTL / BROTHER WNTS BIG BROTHER

GDLK, HOT, 25, 5'11", 160 lbs, 9" cut. Into respect, worship, CBTT, V / A, fantasy. Educated 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 69781 F

BOOTS, SPURS, HI-TOP SNEAKERS

Locker room valet for football, basketball, hockey teams, licking, sucking, eating dirty, sweaty, sneakers, socks, feet clean! … Boot- boy 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, sur- rounded by tattoos is looking for compatible mate. Owner travels widely in Europe, and East Coast, Holiday promised to right pros- pect. 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

PUERTO RICO

BONDAGE BOTTOM

Hombre sumiso, 38, 5'6". 144, pelirrojo, busca a hombres dominantes aquien les interesen el cautiverio erotico. Quiero encon-trar a otros que disfruten esta revista para amistad, sexo, o ambos. Box 7147

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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FRENCH LEGION offers distinguished honorary officer's rank for discriminating brothers. Information/ application $5 (cash only) to: Admiral Sir de Galbo, Box 875 Desjardins, Montreal, Quebec, H4B 1B9, Canada (International Postage Required)

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Some Book Reviews for You

Here are some thoughts about three books that claim to be useful to those who are interested in same-sex relationships. The claims are true; the books are useful, but not all in the same way. Read on and go for the book that best suits your interests and reading style.

PERMANENT PARTNERS, by Betty Berzon, Ph.D., E.P. Dutton, New York, 1988. 354 pps, hardback.

As far as I know, this is the newest book to discuss gay and lesbian relationships. It is Berzon's second major contribution to gay literature, her first being the influential and well-received Positively Gay written in 1984.

Ms. Berzon has long been prominent in the field of gay and lesbian psychotherapy in Los Angeles where she has well established credentials as an important activist and community leader. She is also in demand as a lecturer and training consultant . In short, she is just the sort of person you want to be writing a book whose subtitle is "Building Gay & Lesbian Relationships That Last."

Right away, when you look at the table of contents, you can tell that this book is gonna talk truth. Chapter Two is called "Building Compatibility: Living with Differences …" and in it Berzon talks to us about how we choose our partners and how we guarantee trouble if we select partners for unhealthy reasons. She offers a list of traits she feels are useful in partner selection that should be chiseled in stone somewhere.

Other chapters explore the impact of homophobia on your partnerships, and figuring out just what's wrong when trouble starts to brew. Those of us in the Leather / SM scene will want to pay special attention to the chapters that deal with power and control issues, learning to fight fair—"deal with conflict constructively." She gives us some new thoughts about jealousy, too.

Most of the books on same-sex relationships deal with these types of issues, but Berzon's book goes much further by addressing differences in sexual desire, (a great chapter on) money issues, and dealing with our families. This is the first such book that also devotes a whole section to how to use available legal mechanisms for (Chapter 11) "Empowering Your Relationship Legally." It covers contracts, property, insurance, and other matters that will always come up during long-term relationships.

Lastly, I found nothing in this book that would lead me to believe that Ms. Berzon feels that Leather / SM relationships are not a viable way to be involved. Indeed, in my own work with kinky couples, these same issues come up regularly.

The book is easy to read, and Berzon's stories about herself made me feel like I had sat down and was talking with her. Perhaps best of all, she offers very good examples of dialogue for how to and how not to communicate for problem solving. If you have only $20.00 to spend on a book this year, buy this one.

GAY RELATIONSHIPS, edited by John De Cecco, Ph.d., Hayworth Press, NY-London, 1988, 290 pages, hardback.

This book is actually a collection of academic research articles written about gay relationships. The articles were first published in the IOURNAL OF HOMO-SEXUALITY at various times. John De Cecco has been professor of Psychology at California State University, San Francisco where he pioneered research on various aspects of the gay experience.

Each section of the book offers articles which De Cecco apparently feels address issues important to gay coupling. After an overview section, he moves us on to a section called, "Where To Look For Lovers." Other sections include, "Whom to Choose As a Lover," "How to Maintain a Gay Relationship," and "How to Solve Problems in Gay Relationships." Sounds good, huh? Unfortunately, these titles are a bit misleading. To me, the section titles suggest that the articles will be helpful in guiding hopeful singles and couples-they aren't much help. "Where To Look For Lovers" is mostly rather dry research done on old (1976 and 1977) classified ads from the ADVOCATE. True, it does offer some interesting findings about those who advertised for partners in the ADVOCATE over ten years ago. I think this sort of stuff is mostly of interest to other researchers, and not the courting gay public.

In the section on "Whom To Choose As A Lover," there is an interesting study that compares the differences in perceptions of potential partners for gay and straight partner seekers (Mary Laner, Ph.D.). Again, it's interesting to research types, but most Drummer readers will be bored to tears, and gays in general won't find it a readable page-turner either.

The introductions to the sections that De

Cecco himself writes were the best parts of the book because he is talking to a general audience; the academics are talking to each other. Buy this one if you want to get a feel for what research in homosexuality is like.

THE MALE COUPLE, David Mc Whirter, M.D. and Drew Mattison, M.S.W., Ph.d. Prentice-Hall, Inc. Englewood Cliffs, NJ, 1984, 341 pps, paperback

Mc Whirter, a psychiatrist and Mattison, a psychologist, team up here to provide the best and most wide ranging information about male couples so far. Their book is a very readable report of a research project in which they studied some 133 male couples for about eight years.

Although the men who were studied were mostly white, they were from varied walks of life, income, education and background . These couples had been together ranging from one year to thirty seven years, and were living in the San Diego area. Lots of descriptive data was collected with interview technique and questionnaires. Some was collected anonymously to ensure honest answers.

Perhaps most importantly, the researchers discovered and describe the stages of development that male couples seem to go through as time passes. Also, it seems that each stage of development has rather specific problems that a couple must solve if the relationship is to survive in a healthy way. The stages, the problems and some solutions are all described and talked about in easy language.

Incidently, they found that all the couples had made some provision for outside erotic experiences by the end of their fifth year together. This and much other new information about how male couples really operate is to be had between the covers of this very fine book.

I loved reading the many stories that the couples had to tell about their years together-this stuff just isn't commonly available. Here is a gold mine of information for courting couples, the newly coupled , and old marrieds as well. The researchers do comment that a number of the men studied were kinky, but they do not comment further on this aspect of their lives. A good book to have in your library if you are curious about your own relationship issues.

Guy Baldwin, M.S. is a psychotherapist in private practice in Los Angeles where he works with those on the sexual frontiers.

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Leather is brown, not black. It darkens only with long exposure to the sweat and other body fluids of horses, burros, and the abundant human male animals. Rope is coarse hemp not smooth braided nylon. It stays harsh and abrasive even after long hours of confining struggling male flesh.

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