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BY CHRISTOPHER J. HOGAN

Butt Spanking.

Produced by Bacchus Releasing in association with Shadow Entertainment. Produced and directed by Shad Doe. Production coordinator: Guy Young. Edited by Scarlet Begonia. Starring Rick Rogue, Tony Lexus, Mike Prescott, and Alan Cage. To order call 800 / 923-7355.

Shad Doe-do you think that's his real name?-has produced and directed a spanking video much like those in the well known "Spare the Rod" series. However, there are a few big differences between Doe's work and "Spare the Rod" videos. First, the models in Butt Spanking

From HIS Video's "Total Corruption II" do not necessarily look like you might expect them to. All four are rather young and attractive, but they are not standard gym-built porn stars. In fact, two of them are almost quirky looking. While the "Spare the Rod" series uses traditional top / bottom roles and stereotypes, Butt Spanking mixes things up a bit. In three of the four scenes, it is not readily apparent who will spank whom, and in one of the scenes, the roles switch. Finally, unlike "Spare the Rod" videos, the guys in Butt Spanking get hard-ons and even jack off to orgasm at the end of their spanking sessions.

Rick Rogue is unquestionably the star of Butt Spanking. He appears in all four sequences usually as the top, but his ass does get beaten by Mike Prescott in the second scene. Rogue is almost painfully uncomfortable delivering dialogue and setting up the scenes. He is so self aware and awkward that we never forget for a moment that he is performing for the camera. Sometimes his manner detracts from the video, but only when it's not very important. During the actual spanking sequences, Rogue's somewhat clumsy handling of things somehow works. He manages to emit a sense of joy in discovery . It's as if he's saying to us, "I was just doing this for the money, but it turns out I really like this spanking stuff."

The rest of the performers in Butt Spanking are a little smoother than Rogue. Prescott is especially good. He delivers an ass whopping to Rogue but takes as much pleasure in getting the same done to him moments later. Despite a good cast, Butt Spanking doesn't fully work as a fetish video. The technical quality is as unpolished as Rogue's performance , but that only hurts the video. More importantly, the spankings given simply aren't very severe. The guys' asses turn a little red, but there is no feeling that this is hard-core corporal punishment . Still, it is nice to see the performers get so turned on by the spanking. Hard dicks are, unfortunately, hard to find in fetish porn.

Total Corruption II: One Night in Jail

HIS Video. Directed by Chi Chi LaRue. Written and produced by Gender. Cinematography by Bruce Cam. Starring Scott Randsome, Karl Bruno, Tom Katt, Blade Thompson, Hank Hightower, Jordan Young, Vic Hall, Tony Brocco,

Chris Dano, Taylor Perelli, Hancock Blue, Adam Wilde, Shane Cannon, and Anita Cigar. To order write HIS Video, 9650 DeSoto Ave., Chatsworth, CA 91311-5012, or call 800 / 458-4336 (in CA call 800 / 621-2682).

Cops and crooks getting it on have long been the subject of raunchy gay porn. Like many uniform fantasies, this theme has also become common in vanilla videos. Total Corruption II: One Night in Jail shows hope of getting down and dirty in its depiction of jail house action, but it quickly becomes apparent that this video sticks to sucking , fucking, and j / o. Even on that level, Total Corruption II is a disappointment especially since it was directed by Chi Chi LaRue who generally does excellent work.

The cast is a wonderful mix of tough manly men and sweet young things. It's also good to see some veterans like Blade Thompson working with fresher faces like Jordan Young. Given the outstanding cast and the great set-ups, there could be some really hot sex here. Sadly, what we get instead are several missed opportuni-ties . For example, one scene features a jail cell "orgy" with prisoners Scott Randsome, Adam Wilde, Vic Hall, and Taylor Perelli who are joined by guard Hancock Blue. Literally, all that happens is that Wilde sucks Hall and Randsome's

dicks while Perelli and Blue watch and ack off. Oh well.

Total Corruption II does try to make a statement against police entrapment in public sex parks-talk about preaching to the choir. However, the "message" in this video is a little hard to take coming from Scott Randsome. He talks and talks about how great it is to be gay and how hot public, gay sex is, but he barely participates in gay sex. Actions speak louder than words, so if you're going to say there's nothing wrong with gay sex, you'd better be willing to suck some cock.

Nighthawken

Falcon International Collection. Directed by Victor Dunai. Edited by Delta Digital. Starring Michael Simovik, Kristoff Jonas, Roman Ghregor, Milos Janek, Daniel Ruzovy, Dano Sulik, Alexy Hanzlik, Jan German, Martin Valko, Peter Sidow, and Eric Kovac. To order write Falcon Studios, P.O. Box 420750, San Francisco, CA 94142-0750, call 800 / 227-3717 (in California, call 415 / 431-7722), or visit the Falcon web-site at http://www.falconstudios.com.

Judging by its title, one might think Nighthawken was a dark leather video. Coming from the Falcon International Collection which gave us Lucas's Story and other videos by George Duroy, Nighthawken might be the latest thing for boy lovers. This video is, in fact, the latter. Very cute young (as in eighteen to twenty-two years old) guys get together and get it on. Nighthawken falls short of the expectations built by other Falcon International Collection videos. The videography is not well done, and the sex isn't very hot. These boys do maintain incredible raging boners for long periods of time. They also shoot amazing loads of cum. There just isn't a lot of joy or excitement here. The performers are not, alas, as wonderfully versatile as the boys we have seen in early imports from Eastern Europe. Much of the video has the lamentable quality of going through the motions of sex, and you can rent American videos to see that.

Cocktales, Volume II: Captive Cop

Dogboy Productions. Directed, produced , and edited by Joe Wright. Cinematography by Jack Liddon and Joe Wright, Sign interpreter: Ron Sikora. Starring Mark Cairns and Jon Folsom. To order write Dogboy Productions Inc., 3023 N. Clark St., Suite #115, Chicago, IL 60657.

Dogboy Productions has followed up Cocktales, Volume I: Sizzlean with (surprise ) Cocktales, Volume II: Captive Cop. Like its predecessor, Captive Cop features only two performers in the sex scenes. This time it's the cop who gets tortured, beaten, and humiliated. The video starts with police officer Jon Folsom tied to a chair. The "thug," Mark Cairns, soon enters and begins to work on Folsom. Cairns tears open Folsom's uniform shirt and then forces the cop to lick his boots. He then applies tit clamps to Folsom that are so big and heavy they look more like vice grips on chains than sex toys.

After some more torture in the chair including being subjected to vacu-pumping , Folsom is untied. Once released, the

From Falcon Video's "Nighthawken" cop is stripped for more discipline. Cairns spanks his ass with his hand and with a riding crop. There is also more boot licking to be done. Cairns finger fucks Folsom and the men engage in a little sixty-nining. Finally, both guys get off.

Captive Cop is a quite decent, raunchy video. The action is interesting, and the sexual dynamic is believable. One interesting aspect of the video is that there is no verbal abuse. There is no speaking at all. Apparently, one or both of the performers is hearing impaired. (A sign interpreter is listed in the credits.) Dogboy is to be commended for casting these guys. They are both certainly hot enough to be in porn, but many studios might not have used them. Director Joe Wright doesn't really hide the disability in the video, but he doesn't embrace it. Seeing the guys sign on screen would have been fine. It may have even made the action hotter.

Weekend Sex Camp

Close-Up Productions. Directed by Steve Johnson. Videography by Steve Walker and Steve Johnson. Starring Eduardo, Sam Carson, Paul Carrigan, Brian Kidd, Chaz Carlton, and Michael Vista. To order write Close-Up Productions, P.O. Box 691658, West Hollywood, CA 90069.

Steve Johnson and Close-Up Productions have moved up to the gay porn big league with Weekend Sex Camp. The production values are much higher than in early videos from this studio. They have also snagged some of the best and most popular performers working to appear in it. Sadly, it seems that Close-Up productions sacrificed its edge to move into the mainstream. If their past productions were not the most hard-core SM stuff on the market, they at least had a pleasant raunchy bite to them. It would have been terrific to see guys like Sam Carson, Paul Carrigan, and Brian Kidd engaged in the type of action we saw in Alex's Leather Dream or Daddy's Slave Induction. That's not what Weekend Sex Camp gives us. Instead, it's filled with fair but purely vanilla sex.

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BY DR. NORMAN GREENSTEIN

I recently received the following letter from a fan of the vacuum cleaner as a sexual device. He is so eloquent with regard to his enjoyment of his trusty Hoover I must let him speak for himself:

Dear Dr. Greenstein:

My new boyfriend is nervous about trying a technique on me which I have found to be safe and extremely satisfying. I have written him the following essay and I hope you will be able to make medical comments about the safety of male genital vacuuming that will help allay his fears.

"The key element in genital vacuuming is a powerful canister vacuum cleaner. It should not be so loud as to interfere with the Master's concentration, but loud enough to impress the slave with the power of the vacuum. The noise and sensation of the vacuum work together, causing both the feeling of suction as the machine grabs the testicles and pulls them, and the fear of being castrated if the vacuum pulls hard enough. The vacuum cleaner is machine which does not understand the bottom's fear or pain but just methodically sucks on the cap-fured testicles or penis, subject to the whim and control of the Master.

"A vacuum cleaner would have to be incredibly powerful in order to castrate his captured testicles, much more force than is produced by a household appliance. Many men play with ball stretchers, parachutes and weights, and various other techniques putting stress on the scrotum without damage. Indeed, if the bag in the machine is full it barely pro-

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TECH NIQUES duces enough suction to be noticeable . In order to produce sufficient suction power, it is best to install a new bag right before a scene. Some vacuum cleaners allow operation without a bag installed, and this will enhance the suction power that much more.

"The Master can increase incredibly the slave's pain by using the "slap-suck" technique on his slave's testicles. The dusting brush is positioned under the dangling testicles and then quickly flicked up against the lowermost one with the vacuum on maximum power. This presents a slave with a stinging in his scrotum that cannot be ignored. And it causes a panic in his mind that this suction that is ravaging his scrotum will just suck his balls off. The dusting brush tool on the end of the vacuum hose can be used to capture the testicle(s) into a hole in the center of the dusting bristles. This causes a burning, immediate pain in the scrotal skin which is then inten-sified by the vacuum sucking the testicle into the opening in the center of the dusting brush bristles which forces those bristles even harder into his scrotal skin to worsen the terrible burning sensation. This works best in a warm room or after the application of a warm washcloth, since the testicle is easier to capture if it is hanging as low in the sac as possible.

"The dust brush also works well to vacuum the penis. The penis head in the brush is surrounded by a rush of air which pulses rapidly, and the penis is stretched and pulled by the suction of the vacuum. It works best if the penis is semi-flaccid when it enters the brush. The feeling is more intense than directly applying a vibrator, and the suction feels like it is traveling down the urethra toward the supply of semen, like sucking a thick milkshake through a straw. The feeling is so intense I've never been able to last over a minute before I was powerfully ejaculating (so it's important to put a thin cloth between the dust brush and the hose to catch the semen).

"There have been about 25 reported injuries in the medical literature to the penis from vacuuming since the 1940s. Only 1 resulted from direct application of a vacuum which was to an elderly Italian male with diabetes (which is known to weaken the skin tone). He suffered a ripping off of his uncircumcised foreskin (called a denuding) of his penis from his vacuuming of his penis; it's safer only to do this if the bottom is circumcised. Most other penis injuries were from the use of a hand held cleaner like a Dustbuster, which allowed the penis to come into contact with unprotected fan blades; whereas, the modern canister vacuum cleaner's hose attachment prevents contact with those fan blades in the canister unit, and is -Nevada Steve thus quite safe."

Steve, thanks so much for writing about your interest in this commo household appliance. Your letter so steamy I found it necessary quote it at length for the enjoymer of our readers.

I agree there is little danger fro using a canister vacuum as yo describe, although I would cautio against using one such as a Shop Vac which is more powerful that those intended for home use. The circular brush attachment yo describe has an opening larg enough that the suction is sprea out safely, although I am a b concerned about the chance infection from skin punctures l the bristles.

You do not say if the vacuum the same one you clean the flo with. Anything contaminating tl bristles can be driven into the sk with your "slap-suck" approach as may cause nasty infection

Cleaning the skin well with alcohol, betadine or peroxide after the scene will be helpful but I highly recommend using a brush which is only used on skin and never on floors. Since blood may contaminate the bristles after play, and brushes are very hard to disinfect completely due to particles possibly being trapped between the bristles, I recommend having the brush reserved for you alone.

Many men use suction devices such as the Accujack on the penis. While some use suction devices for treatment of impotence, many others use it for the sensation, or because they believe it may permanently enlarge their dick if they use it enough. These types of suction devices may occasionally cause small blood vessels inside the penis to burst, leading to bruising, but this is not serious. I have heard complaints of the texture of the penis in chronic Accujack users becoming too spongy for satisfactory oral sex. Playing with a vacuum cleaner brush is no more likely to cause such problems to the penis than a suction device.

I would caution against using the hose of the vacuum directly on either the penis or the scrotum. When either organ enters the tube and makes a seal, the machine's effi-clency will decrease because the air-llow is impeded, so the suction force will decrease. Even so, it is possible to get a pretty spectacular hickey on the scrotum with any vacuum cleaner . Sudden application of the tube of higher horsepower machine may cause more serious damage.

It is true the scrotum can withstand the pull of large weights in some men; however, these must be applied slowly. The blood supply to the testicles is complex and tortuous , with many large and delicate he veins. Yanking suddenly with a high-powered suction tube could rip one of these veins, leading to bleeding inside the scrotum which is dif- ficult to control, or to damage to the epididymus. Large hematomas and injured epididymi can both

Castration-threat scenes touch on a primal and potent fear. This is not something to be played with

Castration-threat scenes touch primal on a and potent fear. This is not something to be played with lightly, and even if a submissive begs for it, is not something a Master should pursue on a first date. develop infections which are very painful and can threaten fertility. At the very least, it is safer to apply the tube to the scrotum first, before turning on the vacuum cleaner. No matter how long the tube, the on-off switch should be close enough to be within reach.

In your letter you also mentioned the importance of castration fantasies to the experience of genital vacuuming. I think this touches on the difference between a submissive and a masochist. A pain slut with an appliance fetish will be into the sensation itself. A submissive may or may not enjoy the sensation , but to him the powerful nature of a vacuum-wielding Master will be more important. lightly, and even if a submissive begs for it, is not something a Master should pursue on a first date. Emotional edge-play of this nature can be intoxicating and hot while it happens but can cause problems the next day or later. Many men have a history of physical or sexual abuse, and playing with primal fears such as castration may bring up repressed emotional traumas. A top and bottom playing with castration head games should wait to do so until there is a sufficient level of trust between them to talk about the feelings such play might bring up. The safety of the mind and emotions is just as important as the safety of the genitals.

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Photos taken in the Dungeon Room at the Flex Bathhouse in Cleveland, Ohio

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as an era of licentiousness and sexual excess: bathhouses, discos, Fire Island, poppers, fisting, leather, cruising (and Cruising), backrooms, orgies. I regret to say that I'm not qualified to comment on most of this. I didn't set foot inside a bathhouse until May, 1980; I never liked disco; I've still never visited Fire Island (though my East Coast friends maintain that it has now recovered much of its pre-AIDS abandon), and cruising, for me, was largely a matter of being totally oblivious. When you're eighteen years old, you can afford the arrogance of letting the other guy make the approach. still had time to dive into the hot tub once I discovered it. In the first three years of my debauch, I visited no fewer than forty bathhouses, scattered around two countries; I hope none of you will be so unkind as to make a connection between that fact and the fact that most of them closed shortly thereafter. Believe me, I did my best to prevent their closure, both by patronizing them regularly and by political activism. None of it worked. Those that weren't closed by city edict eventually lost business, due to the hysteria sweeping the country, that economics forced their closure. It's one of my great regrets that I never got to see the New St. Mark's, in New York. By all accounts, it was the grandest of them all. I probably would have hated it. After all, the Steamworks in Honolulu - a tiny, rather dingy little place, about a tenth the size of the CBC San Francisco - will always remain one of my bathhouse ideals.

And just to put to rest one of ing this article is bound to have: Could I have caught AIDS at the baths? Well, of course I could have. In fact, I haven't the foggiest notion where I caught it, and it doesn't much matter. In a whimsical mood, I'll state that I hope I did get it at the baths: because there are so many encounters from bathhouses that I remember with lust, awe, and affection. Let's say, just for conve-

nience' sake, that I got injected with the virus on a certain night in late '80, at Manscountry in Chicago (an improbably early date, admittedly; but a memorable one), when I arrived, showered, sat in the hot tub relaxing for a while, then went upstairs to the orgy room (pitch-black ), felt my way through the masses of men to the far wall, bent over the carpeted and padded bench between two other similarly receptive men, and waited for the line to form behind me. I didn't wait long. I'd only recently read a story, in some porn magazine, of a man who got fucked by 39 men in one night; it had fired my imagination, and I was determined to equal it. (This deposit my own load in one of the other greedy sex-pigs.

Naturally, this is exactly the scenario which prompted Randy Shilts et al. to sound the alarm bells and force the closure of the baths. Was it the "cesspool of disease" that it has been called, in so many editorials? Well, only if you consider queer sexuality itself to be a cesspool. Many of these editorialists apparently do. Myself, I never felt so satisfied as when I stumbled home from the baths in the early morning light, grinning blissfully, Crisco squishing between my cheeks, tits so sore that my shirt was almost intolerable. I can well understand why such an establishment must be closed: soci-

I'm sure he got his virus from a lov ing, caring, mutually supportiv intimate and monogamous relation ship. In his bedroom.

But here I go, being bitchy, which was not my intent. Speak no ill the dead, you know. It's also perfec ly possible that I could have gott infected from that man-of-m dreams, with whom I was infatuat for all of six months. Yes, we we In Love; but somehow I doubt th the virus understood the sacr nature of our relationship.

The baths…that phrase conjures so many images to me. That or room at Manscountry, all tactile a aural, no visual, is one of the prin ones. The hot tub downstairs another. Baths, in my humble opinion, should have a hot t Without it, you may call them m things, but they aren't a bathho-And that medieval grotto Manscountry…! Dank and milder condensation dripping from the ing, brick walls that looked like original Catacombs, with i fixtures rusting away; who kn what bacterial menagerie lurke the water? I loved it. Did I have in the hot tub? Undoubtedl though the generally-accepted p tice was to catch someone's then get out, spend an inordi amount of time showering and ing off, then saunter over to steamroom (with a meaning glance back at your potential ner). Once inside the ste room…well, my modus operand to lie down on the bench bisected the room. If my quarry n't find me, someone else sooi It hardly mattered.

And that was one of the glor the bathhouses, back in the - - Good Old Days: it really matter. The only sin was Need expressed as Pushiness: ye talked disparagingly about trol in my use of the term, I think not referring to an age or wei appearance, but to an attit lack of the proper sense of scenario still gets me as excited as any other.) I have no idea how close I came; I kind of doubt that I got beyond ten. My asshole, while eager, has never had a lot of endurance. But ten is quite enough. Was one of them Gaetan Dugas? I kind of hope so. Eventually, I know, asshole dripping with cum (an image that also arouses me beyond all rational definition), I stumbled to my feet and made my way to the end of one of the other lines, to ety does not allow that sort of unalloyed happiness. Heaven, as any theologian will tell you, can only be achieved through suffering. It has also been suggested, by those less charitable than I, that Randy only began his campaign to close the baths after the 8th & Howard club (one of the ones with a restrictive door policy) began refusing him admittance. But I'm sure Randy would never have bent over a bench, waiting for a line to form.

v- Desperation has never been an re, attractive characteristic. As I've n-laged, I've come to accept it in my own life: on those nights (after-ch noons, mornings) when I feel most of in need of company (and fucking), ct- when I go to the baths or the bushes ten with a specific desire in mind-y - those are the times when I will find ted myself invisible. Shunned. Which ere doesn't help my mental state. The hat proper attitude for the baths is: Que red sera, sera. If I get fucked, fabulous; If I don't, the sauna will still feel up divine. I think I had that attitude rgy down pat when I was lying on the and bench in the steamroom at ma Manscountry; I've only had to s is remind myself of it a few times (I since. The essence of a bathhouse tub (besides a hot tub) is friendliness: nany camaraderie. In a really good baths, ouse I feel the way an English gentleman a of the 19th century must have felt wed upon entering his private club: this ceil my domain, they know me here, I e the can let down my guard and talk iro (luck) with anyone, because anyone now here will be of like mind. Not quite ed immiversally true, of course, but close e selmough: the towels spoke to that. ly Ah, the towels! There is nothing pracquite like a towel. I guess the mod-eyern equivalent is the underwear inat party, but it's not quite the same. At dry in underwear party, one is still com-o therting in a fashion show: if you're ngfi wearing last year's brand, I gather, par you're scorned. But bathhouse tow-eam is are uniform, perfectly democrat-di wie; and thus, they disappear. They themean nothing - unless, as I always y dielld, you wear them draped over n di our shoulder. Shameless, I tell you. ries 👣 a young teen, I used to look for-aherward to Sunday mornings, when the didnamily was at church, so I could dinesunbathe nude on the back lawn. es, wee? Religion does so have a purlls , bose!) And towels … well, they're an k I wirtificial construct, an effort to give ight cople the comfort and psychologi-rude , al protection of clothing without its of journalications (shoelaces, buttons, zippers); but they've also taken on an additional meaning, an association with steamrooms and dark hallways , mirrors and mazes. Even in the darkest of orgy rooms, a white towel still stands out; and if it does-n't outline the silhouette of a perfect butt, neither does it discourage wandering hands.

One of the more amusing features of many of the more elaborate baths

(the Ballpark in Denver, the Club Ft. Lauderdale, most of the Midtowne Spas) was some form of maze. Now, I don't quite understand the reason for this attraction; but it's quite universal . We like to be lost. It's sexy. One of the best-designed baths in the world is the St-Marc Spa in Toronto, because the hallways all branch and turn at odd angles: after spending a long night there, I still

had to wander around for ten minutes before I could find the locker room. Call it "safe-danger": everyone talks about how queers are danger -freaks, always looking for sex in the riskiest places. Well, the sensation of being lost (and then being "found" by your own personal Tarzan) provides a slight frisson of that feeling of panic - without having to strand yourself in the wilderness and subject yourself to the attention of real bears. I cannot recommend too strongly, to all of you out there who have an obsession with symmetry and long sight-lines, that you stay out of the bathhouse business.

The baths were an era; they were the symbol of adventure. We have entered a new era, the age of safety . It won't last. But will we survive it - or will we die of boredom ? Oh, carry me back to ol' Manscountry …

MY LIFE AND TIMES AT THE BATHS

By David May

One afternoon in 1977 I got a call from my friend Mark. We'd been close since high school, two baby fags coming to terms with being gay and naturally drawn to each other as friends. We were both in college now, barely legal, and beginning to make our ways in the world. Mark was the one who took me to my first gay bar a few years before, when we were still underage. Mark had just been to the baths for the first time and, always looking out for my best interests, suggested I try the tubs as well with him as my chaperone.

Being a Puritan by birth as well as upbringing, I was shocked at the suggestion - but questioned hi extensively about bathhouse et quette and behavior for over hour; I wanted to know exact what went on there. It would not for several years, after I'd gain enough confidence in both r appearance and my sexual prowe that I delved into the world of ba houses and sex clubs. It was a ma-made in heaven.

I'm not even sure which sex c or bathhouse I went to first, I o know that I soon thought insti tionalized sex to be one of the h marks of civilization. There were those days more sex clubs and ba houses in San Francisco than could shake your dick at. Each with its own crowd and atmosph some, like the Cauldron and the House, even specializing in cer activities like water sports or fis Being young and full of cum, I s pled as many of them as I co exploring as many ways to fuck went along.

"Sex is a smorgasbord," I tole friends, many of whom refuse believe the tales of my exp unless there were witnesses. "S a smorgasbord and I want a ta everything on the table."

So I wasn't just a slut: I was a One night around 1980 I ran my friend and fellow slut, Since we'd met at the Jaguar ing in the first place, and both sued sex as both a hobby vocation, we decided to see could score the most cock t ass that night. I won. To to truth, I lost count sometime twelve. Fortunately, Tom demand an exact count. He' me in action and couldn't l his eyes. I was working it.

San Francisco was then, as world unto itself. Institution sex was available at any hour where in the city. Some ser only closed for just a few l day, and baths not at all. out in San Francisco, espec terms of how and where I

im distorted my idea of what passed for ti- normal. When I went to baths in an other parts of the country over the tly _years, I was always amazed at how be different they were from San ned Prancisco's bathhouses. In San my Francisco, men fucked in the open, ess often in front of an appreciative ath crowd. Orgy rooms and saunas were atch usually crowded with men doing it, and it was unusual to insist on pri-clul vacy for sex. When one man visiting only san Francisco told me that he was-itun't used to sex in front of an audi-nallence , my only response was, e il Yeah?” as I guided his dick into my ath butt. He got over it. yo The rest of the world, I learned, on was not like this. When I grabbed a hereman's crotch at a bathhouse in San Hollego – after ascertaining a mutual rtai _nterest — he nearly jumped out of stini is towel. It was only when we sampere able to shut a door behind us ould hat he would even kiss me. And it k as wasn't just him. Nowhere that night Id I see more than the most casual d mhysical contact between men, ed hough there was plenty of noisy oloilex going on behind closed doors. Sex July in New York and Los Angeles isted I discover the sexual abandon d come to expect at the baths, and slut ven then they always seemed to n in ak the indefinable something that Tollifined San Francisco hedonism in fuctore days. h pu My favorite bathhouses of all time and in Amsterdam. Thermos Dag and e whermos Nacht are multi-floored, up limaculate, and beautifully main-ell uned. As the names suggest, one is e after daytime hours and the other for didight. Each bathhouse fills an entire 'd sellding, four or more floors, and belie, the usual amenities like dry inas, steam rooms, showers, con-now ms and safe sex materials in four naliz five languages, porno videos, r son ds of small rooms for those who x clunt privacy, and a real bar with hour nks and snacks. (One charges Cominks and snacks at the bar to one's cially ker number and pays on the way fuck, which I always thought very civilized.) The day sauna also has a sun deck on the roof for those who like it al fresco.

I've never had a bad time at the baths in Amsterdam - Dutch men being as handsome as they are friendly - and I always manage to work in a visit to one or the other Thermos every time I'm in Amsterdam. The sex there is always hot, especially on Monday afternoons. No one knows why this is so, but Mondays have traditionally been the best day for the baths in Amsterdam since time immemorial . I only know that I always find some very hot action there on an otherwise quiet afternoon, no matter the weather or time of year. The Dutch baths are my gold standard - the means by which all others are measured.

I've also been to baths and sex clubs in other parts of Europe. Only in Switzerland are they as clean, and no where in my travels so far have they matched the baths in Amsterdam in size or sexual heat. This is partly, no doubt, because Amsterdam is the only place in Europe where sex is treated so matter of factly. Swiss men can be very hot sex, for instance, but are so shy that it's at times hard to get them started. Painfully discreet, they rarely make a first move, no matter how clearly they are being signaled . A prolonged cat and mouse game can precede sex, leading to a lot of missed cues and frustrated first tries. The effort though, is usually worth the end results. Once they get over their shyness and cut loose, Swiss men can fuck like nobody's business.

The British, on the other hand, being as fiercely private as one might expect, will still congregate into a single mob for group sex. No matter how large the orgy room, they will all cling to each other like something akin to a coral reef, a living structure made from many single organisms. Being in the center of such an orgy can be hot (in both senses of the word) but frustrating if one wants to move in any direction, or even leave the crowd to get a breath of fresh air. It is not for the claustrophobic. When the time comes, though, I always manage to extricate myself from the crowd and get to the bar. Getting back into the mass of male bodies, however, can be even more a problem than getting out.

Unlike Americans, though, the British are less prone to chat after anonymous sex, even skipping the usual niceties such as introductions after orgasm. They are not so much adverse to it, though, as unused to the idea. While they sometimes seemed startled when I approached them to chat after sex, they were always eager to hear about life in San Francisco once I'd properly introduced myself.

Baths in Australia, on the other hand have a certain seediness that I've always enjoyed. Dimly lit, clean but never pristine, they lack the civilized air of the baths in Amsterdam, and are more like their American counterparts in this regard - but always a good time. Australian men are nothing if not friendly, and unlike anywhere else I've been, the men will always stop to talk before and after sex, as anxious to interact socially as sexually. In many ways, they are mid-way between being British and American, capable of being slightly prudish at times, but just as casual about sex as men in the States often are.

When the baths closed in San Francisco in the mid-eighties, I knew it was the end of an era, an era that was already, quite literally dying around me. While there are still baths houses in Oakland and San Jose, and a variety of sex clubs have emerged over the last five or six years in San Francisco, it will never be the same again. Only in Amsterdam, where the transition to safer sex was so seamless, is there any hint of the glory that once was.

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OVER AND UNDER by Scott O'Hara

Let me describe for you a brief encounter, barely a snippet of a scenario . I was at a sex party recently - a regular event, not so much a sex-club as just a group of casual acquaintances who get together and talk and touch and fuck, a very relaxed and friendly event, with all types of men - and I had been enjoying myself immensely for a couple of hours and was thinking it was time to go home …when I wandered into a room and saw two men having sex. To be more specific, what I saw was one man's back - a very handsome, muscular back - and the top half of the other man's face, sticking out from under the first guy's ass. He was obviously having a grand old time, chowing down on asshole. One of my favorite things, too; I stuck around to watch. After a few seconds, the guy underneath (let's just call him Under) noticed me; his eyes looked up at me, and there was a frantic look in them that wasn't easy to interpret, given that I didn't know the man and couldn't see the rest of his face. But one thing I was certain of: he was lost in ecstasy. I would've been, too, in his position.

Both men were beating off; Over never looked back to see me, I don't think he knew I was there, but Under's eyes stayed glued on me. My dick wasn't hard (it seldom is, these days) but I was intensely turned on, and I was flogging it, trying for some reaction. Under occasionally reached up with one hand to pry Over's buttcheeks apart, so he could get his tongue even further inside. I saw my place. I moved forward, knelt down so my dick was flopping over Under's forehead, and used both hands to pull Over's cheeks apart. Over was clearly surprised at feeling another pair of hands, but he didn't protest; he looked around, then went back to what he was doing - and began moaning even louder, as he felt tongue get into uncharted terri Under was getting pretty excited,

scenario that gets me so hot? I don't rightly know. I fall back on my old standby: enthusiasm. These guys weren't faking it. Not that I'm implying most guys do; but from what I could see of these two, they were both in a state of total frenzy. The kind of Intensity that leaves me shaking with lust … and speechless with awe.

I wasn't sure how far I should push It. Sometimes a third person, added to an intense two-way, just distracts the participants, you know? And I really didn't want to do that. But I thought I'd go one step further. Still holding Over's cheeks apart, I leaned further down and began licking down his ass-crack. (And a fine, muscular butt it was, too, I should add!) Both of them started moaning real loud at this point. After a few seconds, I got down to where Under's tongue was lapping away at that wide-open pink butthole, and although it wasn't the easiest thing to do, I managed to get mine right up next to it, and we swapped some spit.

That's when they both came. I felt some serious tremors in Over's ass; Under groaned and convulsed. (God, that's a nice image: convulsing in orgasm, while your face is being held down by a muscular butt that won't let go.) I kept lapping away, as Under wriggled out from under. He may have been suffocating. I can think of worse fates.

That about wrapped it up. Orgasm clearly wasn't on my menu for the evening; but I'd gotten a pretty serious charge out of that brief contact. Under stood up; we exchanged hugs and some body-rubbing; they went off to shower. I decided it was time to no home, before the warm glow could dissipate. Sometimes it doesn't take much, you know? Just a few seconds licking a fine butt, a shared intensity, nome body-stroking … somehow they add up into something that many people (especially the marriage-mind-t the ed) wouldn't expect. Intimacy. I don't ritor know these guys' names (though I , too had seen one of them before, occa-imple sionally), but the warmth that I felt towards them, the shock of pleasure and sharing that I felt when my tongue wrapped around his, can't be described any other way. This is what I mean when I talk about casual sex.

For contrast … well, what could be more contrasting than a Committed Relationship? I'll go back to a time I'd rather forget: a time when I was pretending to be lovers with a man who believed in monogamy. Please don't expect objectivity; the memory of this relationship still sends chills down my spine, and I don't mean that in a good way. This relationship was the perfect opposite of the scenario described above: continuous sex, but no intimacy. When he would rub himself off on my stomach, or between my legs, I felt like a blow-up doll: as if I were not really there at all. And when he would start to suck my dick, trying to turn me on - even though I'd made clear to him that I didn't like having my dick sucked, and had no interest in getting off with him - I began to understand what women mean when they talk about their feeling of violation after having been raped. No, he didn't do me any damage; but the revulsion I came to feel for him - and, by extension , for the sex acts he performed on me - stays with me even today.

Many of you, I'm sure, are shaking your heads in puzzlement, wondering why I allowed this relationship to continue as long as I did. Suffice to say that there were reasons, but from today's perspective I would have to call myself certifiably insane. The simplest answer is to say that I had allowed myself to be hoodwinked, deluded into the popular societal notion that intimacy can only be found in a long-term monogamous relationship; and since I wanted intimacy in my life, I allowed this Lover-From -Hell to have his way with me.

Life teaches us these lessons. It takes some of us longer than others to wise up.

The highlight of this relationship came one night when I told him I was exhausted, and needed to get my sleep. I woke up sometime later to discover his mouth attached to my dick. I don't think I'd been asleep long. I didn't quite know how to react. I pretended to still be asleep. He kept sucking. I rolled over. He moved over to my other side and continued. In retrospect, it seems incredible to me that I didn't just brain the fucker. It's hard for me to imagine anyone being this insensitive : kind of like the persistent shape who follows you around the halls of a bathhouse for hours on end, endlessly groping you no matter how many times you politely remove his hand. The fact is, there are times when I wish I hadn't been raised to be so polite.

Eventually, I gave up and lay back, since there was no detaching the leech at my crotch: I allowed him to suck me off. It took an eternity . As stated, being sucked is not very arousing to me. And then, when I thought I could finally get back to sleep … yes, of course he had to get off, too.

A man like this could make me want to swear off sex forever. Fortunately, there are other kinds of men in the world. Men like Over & Under, men who know the meaning of the word intimacy. Oh, it may not have occurred to those two that they were having "intimate" sex; that's my own description, not theirs. But that's what it was, and seeing interactions like that helps to wash away the slime that still sometimes seems to be clinging to my dick.

As I walked out of that sex party, still glowing, I saw a man tied down on a leather-covered table. It wasn't primarily an S / M party, but there was enough equipment to allow most any sort of play. He'd had hot wax dripped all over his chest and stomach; he was lying there, eyes closed, breathing deeply. As I walked by, I ran my fingers lightly over his tender skin, and his body jumped. His eyes opened, he looked at me, and I smiled at him, nodding in approval. Then I left.

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Fabrice van den Bossche (France), winner of the 1996 Mr. Drummer Europe Contest

MR. DRUMMER EUROPE IS CHOSE uring the first days of November, leather throughout men Europe and the United States converged in Amsterdam for the Mr. Drummer Europe '96 contest. Drawing standing-room-only crowds, Mr. Drummer Europe was the grand finale to Amsterdam's first-ever Amsterdam Leather Pride, an event that sponsored parties throughout the city's leather district. Well-known Amsterdam bars, the Argos, the Eagle, Dirty Dicks and the Cockring participated.

Mr. Drummer Europe contestants, hailing from Italy, Switzerland, Holland, France, Sweden, England, and Belgium spent the days before the big event participating in interviews, rehearsing their fantasies and honing their speeches. The highlight of the contest was the jammed-packed Friday night competition. Contestant fantasies ranged from hard-core sex acts, including fucking, bondage and whipping, to a crowd-pleasing opera performed by Massimo Paccagnella, the Italian contestant. An additional crowd-pleaser was the public judging of the fantasies performed by the four international judges who were perched on Olympic-style high chairs. In between the good-natured booing and hissing directed at the judges, Master of Ceremonies Frank Norwicki orchestrated what most reported as a good, hot, horny time.

The winner of the Mr. Drummer Europe '96 title was Fabrice van den Bossche of France who is also a photographer for Projet X, the infamous French SM publication. First runner up was Luke of Belgium, followed by second runner up Stephan Viviers of Holland. Bossche was later interviewed on Amsterdam's gay / lesbian radio show where he talked about the variety of fetisl which dominate the Europe men's SM scene.

A weekend of play parties, ba rooms and bar-sponsored jack-c followed the Mr. Drummer contest. club meeti open-to-all sponsored by Motor Sporte of Amsterdam, closed Amsterd Leather Pride.

Two non-profit organizations, Homo Buddy Project, an Amsterda based AIDS assistance organizat for gay men and Countdown Spanner / The Spanner Trust, an or nization that defends and supports fifteen gay men convicted in Engl for engaging in consensual SM, the beneficiaries of this ye Amsterdam Leather Pride

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Opening performance. Back left: first runner up Stephan Viviers (Holland); front kneeling: Chip (England); to his right: MC Soulwind (Switzerland)

Left to right: Stephan Viviers (Holland), second runner up; Fabrice van den llossche (France), winner Mr. Drummer Europe; Luke (Belgium), first runner up

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Francisco, a measure will soon come before the city's Board of Supervisors to license commercial sex clubs. If, as is likely, the legislation is passed, it would mark first the time in the United States, and perhaps the world, a jurisdiction officially recognized the right of sex clubs to operate.

Tom Ammiano, one of three gay or lesbian members of the city's 12- member Board of Supervisors , introduced a measure that is intended not to stop sex in the clubs but to require that management and staff of individual establishments "take reasonable steps prevent or stop to patrons from engaging in

Falling into step with San Francisco's history of infamous Halloween celebrations, Pacific Action and Resource Council, a non-profit events organizer, sponsored Hell Ball, a Halloween costume party that drew over 2,000 gay men and lesbians. Proceeds for Hell Ball, which was filmed by QTV, go to Continuum, a non-profit organization serving San Francisco's gay and HIV affected communities. activities that can spread the [HIV] virus or other diseases."

The emphasis in the regulation would be on "reasonable steps." These steps could include: signs stating patrons will be ousted for engaging in unsafe sex along with adherence by staff and management to that edict; regular monitoring of activities; posters and literature listing safe, unsafe and possibly unsafe activities; free condoms; and lighting levels that ensure all activities could be wit- nessed by other patrons and monitors. A sex club would not be expected to monitor every patron at every moment and would not automatically lose its license if patrons occasionally engage in unsafe sex, only if there is consistent failure to observe guidelines.

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I was a dark and stormy night. Well, not really, but it was a dark night, dri-lving the back roads through my forme town to get to the city. The wind nal willed against the wind shield and uch made the trees look like huge shadow oin manuters in the light from the full d I moon. Still, it was very warm for a bd low Hampshire night just a week Halloween.

I parked my car in the lot and went into the Club. Leather night. Shit. I for-Too late to make the one hour found trip home and back. I stepped in to the bar feeling naked. The bar-lander looked me up and down as he mured my drink. Everyone else had Helf leathers on. Drink in hand, I spot-and Dave. lloots, chaps, black Levi's, harness, hare chest, pierced nipples, carefully mmmed beard, mirror shades and intent leather brimmed hat, on a 6', muscular body. Hot, I always look for-and to seeing him dressed that way. My dick stirred.

"Hey, Dave," I said.

"Stoney! You forgot Leather Night? linw could you?" he said loudly.

"Awright, you've embarrassed me, mop it down."

"I can't believe you came dressed that. You got ANYTHING leather m?" he said even louder.

I showed him my boots.

"Come on, I live 5 minutes from here. I'm sure I've got something mnt'll fit you."

No we got into Dave's car and drove III his apartment. His closet is a wide walk in, street clothes on the right, anther on the left.

"Looks like a leather shop," I said. "Yeah, doesn't it smell great?"

He threw a pair of chaps at me.

"Try those on."

I hooked the belt and started the left zipper, but I couldn't get it to go very far. Dave pulled and stretched the tight leather and finally got the zipper all the way down, then did the other leg.

"Let's have a look at you. Turn around, let me see your ass."

I watched myself in the mirror as Dave checked the fit.

"Are you wearing a jock?" he asked. "Yeah, I always do."

"Take it off. You aren't wearing a jock with those chaps, it shows through."

He helped with the zippers and soon the chaps were off. I shucked my jeans and jock strap. I started to put the jeans back on, but Dave stopped me.

"Stoney, I swear you don't know how to dress yourself."

He took off his wristband and fastened the leather strap tightly around my dick and balls.

"While you have your pants down, how about trying a harness?" He pulled one out.

I took off my T-shirt. He placed the straps on my shoulders and buckled it in the back. I protested about not being able to take it off myself later.

"So?" was all he would say about it as he pulled my bound meat into the cock ring on the harness. Passing the strap between my ass cheeks, he buckled it tightly with the other straps that went around my chest.

"It's kinda tight," I said.

"You look good like that," he smiled. "Now you'll be properly dressed, get your pants on," he smiled.

I pulled my jeans back on and stuffed my now fully erect cock down the left leg. Once again, Dave had to fasten the zippers. Several times, he went to pull on the chaps and yanked my dick instead.

"Sorry," he said.

"No complaints, but if you keep doing that, we'll never make it back to the Club."

He gave me a wicked smile and pulled the second zipper all the way down, using my fully hard member as a lever. I nearly came in my pants.

"Let's go," he said, plunking a leather hat like his on my head.

He grabbed a pair of mirror shades and a leather jacket covered with chains and zippers.

"Put these on."

I caught a glimpse of us in the living room mirror. We could have been twins except his beard is red, mine salt and pepper.

We practically ran out to the car. I opened the door.

"Dave, we got a problem. I can't sit down!"

We both started laughing. Between the chaps and harness being so tight, I couldn't bend at the knees or waist. He moved the seat all the way back and put the seat back down flat. With some effort, we managed to get all of me into the car without breaking anything . I lay there on my back, looking at the ceiling. We laughed all the way to the Club. He had to help me get out of the car, too. Good thing there was no one else in the parking lot at the time.

Heads turned as we strode into the Club.

We spent the next couple of hours drinking in the scenery. There was so much leather, I could smell it over the cigarette smoke. Several men chatted with us over the course of the evening. I had my crotch squeezed many times by hot bearded leather studs who tried to see me behind the shades. I groped them back. Dave and I stayed close together and agreed that this was one of the finest Leather Nights in a long time. He stroked my dick every now and then and reminded me that he wouldn't take off my harness unless I returned to his place. As if I needed reminding. We were both very horny by last call.

"Time to go before they put the lights on," Dave said.

Laughing again, we got me into the car, and back to his place.

Once inside, I took off my hat and

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tossed it onto the sofa. Dave stopped me from taking off the leather jacket.

"Take mine off," he said.

I pushed his jacket off his shoulders just as he did mine. He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, our tongues sliding easily into each other's mouths. We let the jackets fall to the floor. He leaned down and unzipped my chaps. I undid his. He pulled my belt out and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down to my knees. My rod popped up and hit his face. He gave it a few warm licks as he bunched my pants around my ankles. He pushed me down onto the sofa and just when I thought he was going to get down to business sucking my cock, he flipped me over and put a handcuff on one of my wrists. I fought him as best I could with one hand cuffed and my jeans around my ankles. When we fell to the floor with me on top, I knocked the wind out of him. Spinning around quickly, I had him on his stomach and, finding another pair of cuffs on the coffee table, had his hands cuffed behind him before he could breathe again.

"FUCK!" was all he could say.

"Yeah, fuck," I said in his ear, "What the hell were you trying to do to me?"

"Nothing, just a friendly game."

"I know a friendly game, too," I said, smiling.

I left him there on the floor and went to his closet. The ankle restraints were right where I remembered seeing them earlier. He had raised himself into a kneeling position while I was gone. I pushed him face down onto the sofa and put the restraints on his ankles and hooked them together. He struggled some but not enough to stop me. Using my belt, I attached his ankles to the handcuffs and let him down to the floor onto his side.

"What are you gonna do to me?" he asked.

"Find a way to thank you for loaning me this leather. Hey, you look pretty hot like that. Is your dick still hard?" I asked, reaching under him and giving his hard cock a good squeeze. "Nice," I said.

He really looked worried now.

"You once told me you had a hidden playroom in here, where you took all your tricks for fun and games. Where is it?" He didn't say a word, but glanced towards the bedroom. "Won't tell me? I'll find it myself."

The most likely place was the leather closet. I moved the clothes around looking for a hidden door, but found nothing. His bedroom was the same. Back in the closet, I moved his collection of boots and shoes and found a section of carpet that didn't exactly match the rest. Peeling the carpet back with my fingernails, I found a trapdoor. A ring popped out of the floor and when I pulled it, the floor rose up on a hinge, revealing a wide staircase that ended in darkness. Near the first step was a switch that turned on the lights. I went down to the bottom of the stairs and there before me was the finest dungeon I had seen in a long time. A large wooden table dominated the room, big enough to hold a tall person spread eagle without hanging over the edge. The walls had hooks and chains every 3 feet or so, and the ceiling was beamed and hung with spare chains.

"Perfect," I said to myself.

My rod bobbed as I vaulted the stairs to get Dave. He hadn't moved. I carefully lifted him onto my shoulder and carried him down the stairs.

"How did you find it so fast?" he asked.

"You didn't hide it as if someone would be looking for it, just so that no one would notice it if they walked into the closet," I explained.

I put him on the table. The four corners had eyebolts and dog clips. I untied the belt, and clipped his ankles to one corner of the table. Removing one handcuff, I pulled his still cuffed arm and clipped it to the opposite corner . Next, I undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. His raging hard on sprung up and slapped his stomach. He tried to punch me with his free hand, but I managed to stay out of his way. Unhooking the and restraints, I pulled his leg through I jeans and, with him struggling ha clipped it to the third corner. His oth arm proved to be quite a challeng He wouldn't let me grab it unti reminded him that if I left, he would be able to free himself no matter hi hard he tried. That made him relax I arm and let me put on a wrist restra and clip it to the last corner. I replace the hand cuff with the seco restraint, reclipped his arm to t table, and stood back.

He was magnificent. Spread out that table, shiny with sweat, looki royally pissed off, he was packag and ready for abuse.

"Cocksucker!" he yelled.

"Good place to start."

I leaned over the table and blew I breath on his cock head, then licked gently. I felt the blood pulsing in t shaft. The hard member disappear into my mouth as I sucked with all might. Dave moaned. I pulled off.

"N0000," he said.

"Shut your mouth before I put sor thing in it."

"Asshole!"

I found a small pecker gag or shelf. He shook his head so I could get it on. I grabbed his head with be hands and closed my teeth on I nose, cutting off his air. A few s onds later, he opened his mouth breathe and that's when I plugg him. His eyes were wide with surpr as I buckled the gag.

"That's better." I said.

He shook his head from side to s but the gag would not come off.

"You may as well hold still and en this because you're not getting fi until I'm satisfied I've thanked y enough."

I scanned the room for ideas.

"Quite a collection you have here said.

I picked up a set of tit clam attached with a chain. He squirm nicely when I clamped one down on o of his pierced nipples. I held the ot clamp up, pulling on the tit, and swi the chain back and forth. He moar

kid brough the gag. Dave squealed when I hid lamped his other nipple and dropped ard the chain on his stomach. he All this time, our dicks never soft-mod , I massaged his dick with some il will I found on the shelf with all the in the toys. We were both close to now aumining. I let his dick go.

There will be no orgasm tonight ain will I say so, understand?" ced I didn't bother to wait for an answer. one the dick pulsed, ready to cum. the Neveral dildos and a vibrator stood amoudly on another shelf. I took the will attor and a medium sized dildo, ing would it, and pressed it against Dave's man pucker. He tightened his ass mus-les to keep it out.

"Let it in, Dave."

I pushed harder. This time it slid in ho we enough that he couldn't stop it any di more. I put it about half way in. The the alligator made a loud humming sound red when I turned it on. Dave made an m won louder sound when I pressed it mainst the dildo and used it to push the nasty invader in to the hilt. His me him rose off the table as far as he muld stretch. I kept the vibrator solidly on his ass.

You can cum anytime you want dn'i now," I told him. out A few seconds later, with a rumbling his muffled growl, he did just that, all over sed himself. Cum flew from his cock onto to the face, chest and hair. The vibrator ged lild its nasty work. The last squirt flew rise over his head and hit the table with a inlat. I kept the vibrator on until his and slowly lowered back onto the table. side I hopped up onto the table and atraddled Dave on my knees. He nio witched as I jerked myself to orgasm free just inches from his face. My cum you mixed with his in his beard and hair. All too soon, my dick dribbled the end of its load onto his chest. I leaned lever, removed his gag and we gave each other an intense kiss. npi Dave thanked me when I unclipped ned IIII wrists and ankles.

"No. Thank you for loaning me the the loother."

We showered and spent the rest of ned the weekend thanking each other.

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By Simon Sheppard hen Mac closed his eyes for the last time, he was lying in a hospital bed. The young priest, very cute, seemed disappointed at being deprived of a final confession. Mac's mother cried and cried. And his lover, past tears, sat on the bed, a funny look on his face, holding Mac's bony hands.

When Mac opened his eyes again, he was in a bathhouse. The faint voices of an angelic choir wafted through the air, along with a whiff of Pine-Sol.

"I.D., please," said the bearded bear behind the glass window. His silvery name tag said "Pete." Mac discovered a plastic-covered card in his pocket. He showed it to the man behind the window and was handed a towel and a little tube of lube. No condom, Mac thought, but then he realized Of course! Nobody needs one. Not up here, not at the baths. Pete buzzed him through and he walked into the locker room. There were a few other guys there, stripping down, cruising each other, wrapping snow-white towels around their waists. And a saggy old guy lounged superciliously in the corner , playing with himself and puffing on a cigarette in a long holder. Mac did a double-take: it was Noël Coward.

Mac caught sight of himself in a full-length mirror. Huh, not bad. He hadn't looked so hunky in years. His eyes fixed on the image of the near-naked man undressing behind him. He turned around to watch.

Is there any sight more holy, Mac wondered, than watching a man from behind as he takes off his underwear? The way his haunches move, the hidden promise of his shifting buttcrack. He felt himself getting hard.

So they did have erections up here. Well, of course they would. They should.

The guy he was watching, staring at really, looked Italian, a little disreputable . A little like rough trade. Just his type. A beautiful, hairy butt. And a big uncut dick. The guy had noticed him watching, stroked his furry Italian chest provocatively, wrapped his towel around his waist, clicked his locker shut. And, with a haughty half-smile, headed off down the hall.

Mac followed, caught up with him by the wood-and-glass door of the sauna. The Italian guy was lounging against the wall, hips thrust forward, cock pressing against terry cloth, an expression of insolent disinterest on his face. He looked Mac directly in the eyes, opened the door and went inside. Mac hesitated; after all, he'd just gotten there, and his journey had been tiring and somewhat … surprising. He thought of his grieving boyfriend, probably still back there at his bedside. His heart gave a tug. Oh well, too late to do anything about that. He pulled open the sauna door and stepped inside.

The Italian was sitting, alone in the piercing dry heat. He was on the lower bench, leaning back with arms resting on the upper bench. Legs spread, obviously hard dick just barely concealed by the white towel. His hard body was already shiny with sweat. Expressionless , the man stared at Mac, then half-closed his dark eyes. Mac dropped to his knees between the man's legs. The guy reached down and pulled open his towel. Beautiful fucking hard-on. He stuck his face between the man's hairy thighs. The dark smell of the man's sweaty crotch rose to his nostrils. He leaned into the flesh, tongued the guy's sweat-slick ballsac. The dark man moaned slightly, thrust his hips further forward. Mac ran his tongue up the underside of the shaft, kissed the soft flesh that had emerged from the foreskin, wrapped his lips around the dickhead, then slid his mouth down

BOOK SECTION over the man's cock till he felt it pressing against the back of his throat. His throat muscles milked the guy's dick-head as the hard, hot shaft pumped into his mouth.

Swallowing that big Italian penis made breathing difficult, and the sauna's heat didn't help matters. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, he felt the man's hands under his arms, pulling him upward from the floor. Pulling him up till they were face-to -face. The man held Mac against him, wrapped his arms around him, kissed Mac violently, shoving his tongue in Mac's hungry mouth. Their slippery bodies slipped and glided together, Mac's smoother flesh against the dark man's hairy torso. Mac drew his face away, stared into the other man's piercing eyes. Wordlessly, the Italian raised one arm over his head, exposing a bush of dark hair. Mac buried his face in the armpit, rubbing his face deep into the smell, inhaling deeply.

The man's hands were on both cocks now, squeezing them, rubbing them together, jacking them off, man-flesh against manflesh. Mac wanted him to slow down, prolong the sensations , but when he tried to pull away, the man's grip just tightened, stroking remorselessly. "Oh God FUCK!" Mac grunted into the man's smelly pit as the two men exploded into twin jets of cum. The man grabbed the back of Mac's head, pulled his face to his own and gave him a wet, long kiss. Their slippery bodies were stuck together by a flood of cum. Mac looked around. Another man had entered the sauna, had been sitting on the opposite bench, watching them and jerking off, and was now lazily licking his own juice off his hand. "Doccia," the Italian man smiled. "Shower."

As they stood side-by-side, steaming hot water washing over their flesh, down over dicks still half-hard, Mac broke the silence. Maybe it wasn't standard procedure, but he'd always been friendly at the baths. "Name's Mac," he said. "I just got here."

The other man had a heavy accent. "My name is Caravaggio."

(continued on page 73)

"The artist?"

"Si."

"Holy fuck!"

Caravaggio grinned, reached over, and gave Mac a smart slap on his soapy butt.

They toweled off and set out down one of the corridors. The place was a lot larger than it had seemed at first, a maze of corridors and cubicles bathed in a soft, unearthly light. Many of the rooms' doors were closed, but others stood open. Through one Mac saw well-built black man lying back on the bed, playing with his stiff dick. Mac red ognized him. He had been one of the stars of Mac's favorite soap opera. I the next room, two men lay on the bellies, side-by-side on the little bed their upturned asses inviting explo ration. They looked like twins. And so went, room after room, hallway after hallway, men in every conceivable siz and shape. A cute, slightly chubby Ch

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BOOK SECTION found it ironically amusing that a rub-her clad man should win a title at leather pride. But they also felt we had chosen the right man for Europe. No facial hair, not heavily muscular, not particularly interested in leather, whort cropped hair and definitely into am sex. no how appropriate are these titles to the European experience of SM? Are they just another layer of Ameri-nan gay culture, like rainbow flags and red ribbons, sliding on top of the illverse multi-country queer Europe? In this a commercial butt-plug filling a hole in our ill-defined continent? Is this yet another example of the frac-In nature of Europe, no matter how micro or macro our perspective-Europe is a collection of different, nometimes oppositional, cultures sharing the same geographical space. Divided by so many different languages, currencies, borders and laws, we don't have many ideas or icons to unite around. Perhaps Amer-ionn gay culture is our only common denominator. But should we be adopting it wholesale without question , and how open is it to reconstruction in a more European image?

Down in the bar at the Winners Ball, old guard leathermen jostle and chat, dressed in full leather, muir caps, moustaches, and, perhaps incongruously, San Francisco police uniforms. They wouldn't look out of place in most American leather bars but here they stand out in the play-space .

Back home, on IRC, I find that a lot of European queer perves were put off by the use of "Leather" in the title of the week. These are the next generation, new-guard perverts. They want to go to mixed queer SM venues, where dyke and gay perverts mix and match images and roles. They dress in rubber and gas masks and big boots and skinhead gear and discarded east European combat clothing. They don't just shave their faces or heads, they shave their whole bodies. They didn't go to Leather Pride because leather is term synonymous with Born To Raise Hell, Masters of Europe, clones, the USA, backrooms and dress-codes.

Can a title say anything to them.?

Title holders are an institution in the home of the American dream. A country which depends for its survival on the myth that everyone and anyone can be president if they work hard enough. There are titles for everyone-geographically or demographically -from Mid-Atlantic Leather to Deaf Gay Leather. No-one should feel they don't have a chance to hold a title at some time. As long as, and this is never stated, as long as they have the money to fly from one city or state to another.

But economics aside, the USA is one country, albeit of many states, the official language is American english whether one is in Seattle, Texas or Boston. There is a reassuring continuity backed up by a national constitution that give a title holder a firm footing wherever they are in the country.

In Europe the title holder is a misnomer . An award without clear purpose, without even a clear constituency. Can a title-holder from Spain be expected to converse easily and intelligently with SMers in Italy, Germany, Iceland and Ireland? Can an SMer from the former East Germany relate to the relaxed queer / SM culture of the Netherlands?

Europe 96. A generation behind the USA. Most perverts here don't belong to leather clubs. The MSC is, in many countries (and particularly in Britain), an organisation of older gaymen, hostile to dykes or straights, hostile to change. Whilst the European SM scene explodes into life, the new generation tends not to belong to these committee led clubs. This is a generation who saw the Berlin wall come down, who saw government after government become embroiled in corruption trials; we distrust old-guard hierarchies whether in national or SM politics. This is a generation who come to London for the annual SM Pride because they identify as SMers rather than as fetishists. What can a title that hides behind euphemism say to us?

I have taken him, wet and stinking, out of the play-area and down to the Eagle bar. I lead him down the stairs by a rope. I tie his hands behind his back and blindfold him. As ever, in this macho, dress-code leather bar, the backroom is full of blowjobs and fucking. I try to find a space to play. In the end I have to push someone out of the way to get a bit of wall space. I piss on him again. A leather clad top says something nasty to me in a language I cant understand. Somebody complains because my bitter tasting recycled tonic water urine has seeped across the floor and onto his leather jacket. My daddy-boy pig-slut is hard, sweating. Even though I dont drink alcohol, I take a mouthful of his beer and spit it over him. Then, I push my cock into his mouth and spray yet more piss into his mouth. He drinks every drop. I am close to heaven now. Dreamy almost. I lean down and lick his face clean. My mouth is full of his sweat and my piss. Two flavors guaranteed to stain a nice leather jacket. But dressed in our canvas, cotton and rubber, we simply soak up our pleasures.

"Good Boy," I say to him. And spit into his open mouth.

He replies quietly, in a soft Irish accent.

"Thank you Sir."

Kellan Farshea lives in London, UK. He is a dominant sadist, a pierced tattooed pervert and been actively involved in SM for 7 years. He is the founder of the CountDown on Spanner Campaign and SMPride. He is currently a trustee for The Spanner Trust. He is also a writer, a performance poet, a vegetarian and a human rights activist.

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NATIONWIDE

"EAGER BOY SEARCHING"

For tough Master to serve / worship / cherish. Call 515-532-3707 before 10pm CST. B8354

15 INCHES ON 2 TOPS

Looking for 3-way bottoms who know how to obey, serve and please his men we want a bottom to give us what we want. Do you like it from both ends? POB 973, Oakbrook, IL 60522. South Florida and Nationwide. Write w/ photo now! You know you want all 15 inches . 9902@

ALONE IN N.W. FLORIDA

39yo, 6', 175#, BRN / BRN, good body, clean shaven, big thick tool, mostly bottom need hot leather, toys, attitude & WS. We both know what we need. Let's get it on! Can host. Live on beach. Write with photo. Will answer all. B8335 @

ASIAN MASTER WANTED

Obedient, submissive, WM, late 40s, seeks dominant Asian to serve & worship. Light SM, humiliation / VA, crotch / ass / pit service & groveling . POB 426655, San Francisco, CA 94142.

ASS-EATER DAD SEEKS LTR

Dad, 48yo, 5'7", 152#, BRN / BRN, seeks long term relationship w / masc., butch, trim, HIV-GWM , 30-45yo. Love to sniff Levis and hole. Guys, send photos of your rear in Levi 501s. Relocate to the sun. GA, Box 78443, Tucson, AZ 85403, (520) 888-8785 11289

BEEFY SADISTIC SICILIAN

5'9", 210#, 40's, 7" cut, HIV- seeks stocky, chunky slave into heavy VA, whipping, WS, rimming , TT, CBT, humiliation, degradation, booze, smoke, groma ok. Photo to POB 1141, JHQ Queens, NY 11372. No limits, bearded, bolding, hairy, cut, heavy whipping, torture pluses. 9874 10

BLACKMAN AND TOILET SEX

Experienced WM, 36yo, 5'7", 150#, good shape with bubble butt? To meet versatile black-man with similar interests. For example: leather, speedos, briefs, aroma, toys, role play and most freaky scenes, etc. Absolutely no fats, fems, or 10 calls, (313)527-2965, 9876@

BOOT DISCIPLINE

WM, dominant, demanding, big, mature redneck wants contact with a submissive who is ready for abuse and total control. Outdoor scenes will include weapons, whips, spurs, ropes, cigars, uniforms, bootlicking, discipline, physical and verbal abuse, 5861 @ 🕿

BOXING GLOVES

GWM, 31yo, 5'10", 170#, seeks a husky, chubby Daddy or BB who craves the look, smell & feel of the gloves for scenes of tough-talk, hours of humping, sniffing, heavy bag workout, safe boxing lessons. I'm a non-fighter into safe fantasy, relationship possible. 20189 @

BOY SEEKS TARZAN

MUSC stud, 31yo, 5'8", 170# wants to be owned by a MUSC, strong, dominant Master / toughman. Share your life with a younger gdlkg guy. Perm only. I'm loyal, quiet. Relocation for butch outdoorsman. Must be large / husky and rugged. Photo required. POB 3124, Shawsheen Village Station, Andover, MA 01810-0803. 20343 🖉 🕿

DAD SEEKS MUSCLEBOY

Dominant, generous, fit, handsome, stable Top (successful professional, 48yo, 5'9", 170#, BRN / BRN, hairy chest - great pecs) wants Muscled boy / man for long term relationship. Provide home + support while you build your body. Must relocate to NC. Bottoms only. This is for real - no games. Apply with photo to 20198

DARK, MUSCULAR TASKMASTER

Hairy Italian BB, 5'9", 43"ch, 28"w, 16"a, 8 1 / 2"x5 1 / 2" cut. Wants full or part time slave for pig & other training, LL, uniforms, WS, BD, FF, CBT, VA, JO, spanking, worship. You: built, nasty, eager to please. You will work for the privilege of serving me & possibly 1 addl stud. 9993

DO YOU DREAM OF BEING

Stripped naked and tortured beyond description solely for the pleasure of an audience? Seeking sophisticated exhibitionist / voyeur SM devotees to participate in scenes of elegant decadence involving all kink. TX, LA, CA, NY. 3659 Ø 🕿

DOMINANT COPS

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DROP OUT PERMANENTLY

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ENEMA EXTREMIST SEEKS BOY

GWPM, musc, 50yo, 6'0", 200#, HIV-, hairy, balding, 'stache, smoker, fanatic about extra-soapy (1 / 4 - 1 / 2 bar) aggressive, hot, full-belly butthole enemas. ISO trim (smooth / shaved a +) "boy" 18-45yo. Want to supervise you on potty after / fuck your clean tender hole, bowels still cramp / aching. ONLY TOO MUCH IS ENUF. No scat. Photo / ltr to: POB

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SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

BLACK GYM RAT-TOP

6'0", 160#, 30"w, 42"c, 6% BF, lean, hard, tight. Looking for other athletic well toned buddies for play…sometimes rough. Mike, POB 881521, San Diego, CA 92168. E-mail: sthrn-man @aol.com 8442 @

BUZZ CUT BD SM

Jocks, military, bad boys, hardbody slaves. Create a fantasy or live reality. WM, 53yo, 6'0", 200#, experienced Top to work you hard, no limits. Sadistic toys, strenuous restraints, kinky arousal, tightly controlled release. Casual or long term assoc. Phone / fax: 619-271-1754, Major. 3696 @ 5

COUPLE SEEKS MASC. TOP

GW couple - 1 top, 1 bottom seeks 2nd Masc. top into GR, FR, BD, SM, etc. (818) 244-0886 0

HOT WHITE TOP NEEDED

WM bearcub seeks hot WM Top for friendship, play, and / or possible relations. I am 45yo, hot btm, into SM, BD, WS, tit play, levis, boots, leather, etc. Hairy a plus! Relationship possible for right person. If serious, write to: JS, POB 67E06, Los Angeles, CA 90067. 5917

I GIVE SEVERE WHIPPINGS

Very severe, take it like a man. Your place only. POB 1051, Studio City, CA 91614

PUT TO THE QUESTION

Top, GWM, 40yo, sks men for torture fantasies: rack, cross, suspension, heavy restraint, whips, clamps, hot / cold, electric. Sex optional, safe & sone. I also switch. Mitchell, POB 500573, San Diego, CA 92150-0573.

SUBMISSIVE AVAILABLE

I need to submit totally to a dominant Top / Master who wants to use / abuse this novice bottom, 38yo, 5'9", 210#, light BRN / BRN, beard. Into FR / a, GR / p, SM, BD, CBT, WS, VA, more. Will try anything in the right situation. Dave, POB 571231, Tarzana, CA 91357. I'm serious.

TOILET BOTTOM?

Gdlkg top, 5'9", 150#, BRN / BLU, w / o, HIV-. Seeks human toilet. Ltr & pix to Bill 9926

FLORIDA

BEEFY ABUSIVE STRAIT JOCK

Feeds filth, fist, humiliation to grateful deserving pigs. Jock is built, handsome, commanding and aggressive. I will use you for what you are and what I want. No relationships, Only submissive obedient pigs need call. (305)277-5117. 20335 @ 🕿

DADDY WANTS HIS BOY

Leather Daddy, 46yo, demanding, strict, loving, affectionate, is searching for his lost boy. Boy is 20-35yo, submissive, playful, loving, obedient, into leather, BD, SM, WS, and being in his Daddy's arms. Daddy is waiting for you, boy. Miami, 11282 @

GOOD LOOKING

44yo, BiWM, salt & pepper hair, 5'11", 175#, tan and fit. Would like to meet other adult males for B&D and other games for mutual fun and pleasure. Broward or Palm Beach counties. Must include pix and EZ way to contact or no reply. 20147 @ 2

LIVE-IN BOY WANTED!

Moderately sadistic and caring Daddy, 44yo, average endowment, seeks big dicked, naked slave, 28-38yo, for live-in. WS & paddles a must. Serious only. No phone sex. Platonic friends also wanted for social gatherings. Smokers OK. Call (904) 388-2421. Jacksonville, FL. 3556 @ 2

MATURE BOTTOM

WM, 62yo, 5'8", 140#, in-shape, 39" chest, 32" waist, 7" cut, smooth swimmer's body, head and torso entirely clean shaven, dancer, educated, submissive, craves strict top or master to obey, serve, and pleasure. POB 8543, Jupiter, FL 33468 3693

PISS BUDDY SOUGHT by goodlooking, bearded Daddy, young fifties, slim & fit. Seeks same for mutual raunch. Into WS, pits, mansmells, eating ass, and more. Travel US. Letter with photo gets reply. A. Rainmak-er , PO Box 37934, Jacksonville, FL 32236. B8339

WANT TO SERVE AND SERVICE

You from head to feet. Top must be MASC, aggressive, 25-56yo, HIV-. No fats or fems. Me: 158#, 49yo, 5'9", shaved head, VA, WS, tongue baths, humiliation, cock / armpit / feet sucking. Letter with pix gets reply. Angelo, POB 398062, Miami Beach, FL 33239-8062. Serious Only. 20338 🕿

GEORGIA

APPLICATIONS FOR TRAINEE

GWM, 41yo, 6'0", 180#, HIV-, attractive, easygoing , and inventive. Stand naked and hard, ready for your Daddy's instructions. Send detailed biography & photo for trainee application to MB, POB 53266, Atlanta, GA 30355.

HAWAII

ARE YOU NEW TO THE SCENE?

Master provides SM, BD training and instruction for novice bottoms / slaves. Safe, sane, consensual . Limits respected. 20315

ILLINOIS

WANTED: HOT 40ISH CUT, dominant Daddy to spread my round, smooth, tanned butt cheeks and tongue lube my tight shaved hole, of course leading to the main event of plowing my chute and shooting your load. (312)878-1278 anytime. 20316 @

MAINE

WOODSHED STYLE PADDLINGS

Long, hard, bare-ass paddlings / strappings. Top / bottom, friendship / relationship oriented. Dave, POB 2004, Bangor, ME 04402. (207) 947-2329. No JO calls / phone sex. 8892

MASSACHUSETTS

BUTTHOLE SPECIALIST

Hot FF top / vers, 47yo, 5'11", 160#, muscular, masculine, 20 years experience, med. erotic hands. Considered a Master with a first timer / novice. Comfortable, safe, clean setup with stirrups, douche, rimseat. Cord: (617) 267- Cord E-mail: 5629. Boston. cordc@world.std.com 3614 @ 🕿

PIG BOTTOM SKS TOPS

28yo, GWM, very submissive pig bottom, 5'9", 150#, w / tight pussy deep throat, into cock worship, BD, groups, toys, party, very open. I like truckers, construction workers, masc., musc., moustache & hung A+. Bi-married OK. Mike (617) 325-6410, leave message, 20149 🖉 🕿

MICHIGAN

MUTUAL CBT / TT / GENITAL KINK

Handsome HIV- WM, 31yo, ISO same 18-36yo for safe, sane, respectful & mutual kink. Special interests: cock whipping / BD, vacuum pumps, hot wax, electricity, sounds, catheters. My dick is hungry to be fucked by one who knows the techniques. Let's probe together! Photo please. 3680 @

MISSISSIPPI

LEATHERLOVE & RUBBERLUST!

Harold's a bald, bearded, booted engineer who lives in man-hugging leathers and nut-tugging jocks. Enjoy muddy watersports in heavy nessed rubbersuits, hoods. Our hot grouns steamy gropes may lead to deeper male b ing! Leather Oaks, Box 5172, Biloxi, 39534. 88472

NEW JERSEY

HANDBALLEE - READY - WILLING

31yo, 5'9", 165#, athletic would like a st arm up my hole. Put me in a sling & let's do also have a deep throat. Also into all aspec SM, BD, etc. 20348

NEW YORK

ARE YOU TICKLISH?

Dominant, educated, HIV- GWM, 56yo, 51 195# seeks intelligent, ficklish, HIV- GWM 55yo for tickling, spanking, other light, consensual kink. Hugs, kisses, cuddling, sage. Dating, relationship possible. No d POB 462, Murray Hill Station, NYC, NY 10 0462. 9084

BARE BOTTOM SPANKING

GWM-37yo, 5'6", 155#. Guys 18-45, jack me over your knee, then blister my no peach-fuzz bare bottom till it burns & blus spank too. Reply to Bob Newhouser at 10 St.E. #7C, Brooklyn, NY 11238, or call ( 398-4811.

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HITTOM NEEDS CORRECTION

Mallon, 5'10", will service uniformed men, work men, and boxers. Dave: 718-768-0408.

HWM SLAVE, 60'S DESIRES

Maing stripped naked by a group and fortured layand description for audience. Smoke and mmm ok. NYC 20347

MARTER SEEKS SLAVE / SON

115, 195#, 41yo, blond, goodlooking ex-foot-tell player. Seeks slave-obedient, with nice, big, smooth ass, 18-29yo. Write to Duke: POB 10004, LD-TERR-STATION, NY, NY 10011. Son attenson considered as well. 11286

HEED YOU

#17 year young, understanding Top or obedient lattim 150 someone special to share needs.

MAGARA FRONTIER AREA

Inhmissive GWM, 170#, 6'0", sks intensive into pain / discipline / leather. Wish to argund my limits. No fats, drugs, booze. 20341

FIECE OF SHIT saying for humiliating abuser. Bootlicking, cock willing whippingboy to serve sadistic, kinky Marters, Public scenes, groups especially Asso serve as naked slave at parties.

6'2", 165#, 39yo. NYC (212) 678-4405. 20194 @ 2

VERBAL - AGGRESSIVE

Commanding, demanding, sensual, sensitive Daddy-Master-Sir, seeks "Yes, Sir", "Please, Sir", "Thank You, Sir" boy toy (18+) to please my eyes and satisfy our needs. Cleanly, discretely , my place in Brooklyn. Send phone & photo. POB 2043, NYC, NY 10159-2043 @

NO. CAROLINA

SERIOUS NOVICE SLAVE

45yo, attractive WM, 6'2", 205#, ISO serious but firm patient Master. Your wish is my command . Phone: 919-933-4259 EST (6pm- 10pm).

OHIO

ENGLISH TRADITIONAL SPANKING

Safe opportunity to fulfill discipline fantasy with super fit British pro, 45yo, 175#. Adept with belt, strap, paddle, cane, tawse. Limits respected, sensitive to first timers. Colonial butts with cocky attitude bend over and take it to your limits. POB 14056, Cleveland, OH 44115 3658

HOUSEBOY / SLAVE WANTED for weekend use. You are slim, short, preppie type. You will be kept nude or in skimpy bikinis for lite pain, humiliation and some exhibitionism. Must like floopy mocs and loafers, lite SM / BD. Cleve-land . Photo, phone for interview. 8686

SM, BODY SHOTS & TORTURE

Ohio intelligent professional, 46yo, 5'10", 175#. Let's explore SM with artful, controlled application of elbows, knuckles, knees to crotch, gut, abs, ribs, or TT, BD. Submission wins my affection. Thin, defined to BB or average A+. No gut or over 210#. Safe, sane, kinky, role-reversal , one night or a lifetime. Topless photo and desires to SMC, POB 19830, Cincinnati, OH 45219.

OREGON

WHITE SLAVE HOUSEBOY WANTED

You: over 18 under 36yo. I am 56yo w/ 30 years SM Master exp. I will train you to be loved and appreciated by myself and my love slave. Longterm/ or lifetime. Only serious need apply. You need to obey, serve, be honest and true to your slave self and submit to my love and our lifestyle in Oregon. Send application, letter w / photo and phone# to Master Ron. 20313 00

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And he remembered Corey. He'd met turey at one of the huge, fancy bath mouses of the late '70s, pleasure malaces as elaborate as any theme mirk. It was the one with the cab of a wo ton semi in the middle of the Truck-W's Room. The Campground, with limits for-rent and crickets chirping over IIIn P.A. system. The two-tier Cell Block. the memories brought a smile to his face.

He'd been in the steam room, a By / antine maze of curvilinear white-uled walls. The mists and Mac's myopia concealed the face of the man allling there, feet propped up on the munch, knees spread wide, asshole exposed and inviting. In a flash, Mac was on his knees, running his tongue flown the stiff shaft, over soft scrotum, flown to the man's juicy hole. Holding in to the man's firm, hairy calves for life, he nuzzled into tangy sweetness , shoving his tongue deep into the muy's insides. Those were the days! And that was how he met Corey, the man with whom he was to spend the better part of a decade. Till Corey was Inded and gone, leaving him the way ho'd just left Jim.

Whack! The sound of leather meet- ing flesh echoed down the halls. He and Caravaggio turned as one, heading for the sound.

The sound was coming from the dungeon . In one corner of the room, a bald-headed man was bound up, back to the wall, hands chained above his head. A well-built man was slapping the bald guy with a leather paddle, working over the vulnerable flesh of the man's inner thighs. Every blow made the bottom's rock-hard cock bobble and jump. Mac recognized the man with the paddle . Even recognized his dick. And why not? He'd seen that dark, bulky cock in plenty of porn videos. Al Parker. The guy had been a star.

Whack! The bald guy with the reddening thighs looked familiar, too. He turned to Caravaggio. "Who's the bottom ? Do you know?"

The painter seemed distracted. He was staring at a thin, long-haired young guy in a broad leather collar who was kneeling, hands behind his back, and staring up invitingly at the Italian. "Who? Oh, si, that's Foucault. Michel Foucault. He does like to take his punishment ."

And so he did. Parker was swatting at Foucault's dick now, rhythmically slapping at the bulging flesh while the French philosopher whimpered and squirmed.

"If you'll pardon me, my friend," Car-avaggio said, "there's something I must do." And he sauntered off toward the kneeling boy.

Parker was standing right up against Foucault now, still torturing the man's pain-hungry dick while he shoved his left hand in the Frenchman's open, moaning mouth. Parker dropped the paddle and started slapping Foucault's face with his right hand. Every blow made Foucault's body arch and tremble , until his wide-stretched mouth let out a loud, long groan and the Frenchman came in shuddering spurts.

It was entertaining to watch, Mac thought, but not really his thing. (Truth be told, Corey had been the kinky one. Every so often, he had come home on Sunday morning with welts on his pretty ass and a silly grin on his handsome face.) His artistic new friend was standing above the kneeling boy, grabbing a handful of hair and guiding the boy's mouth up and down on his insatiable dick. The rings on the boy's collar gleamed. Mac went off in search of the Jacuzzi.

"Know where the Jacuzzi is?" he asked a bleached-blond kid with at least a dozen piercings in each ear. "Dunno," the kid said, scratching his head, well-bitten fingernails running through black roots. "Just got here myself."

The kid seemed awfully young to be there. Mac wanted to ask but didn't. The kid told him anyway. "Some guys in school threw me off a bridge," he offered. "It's nice here, huh?" He smiled.

Mac wandered through throngs of men in towels, receiving lustful glances, smiling in return. His dick was getting hard again. Already. Up here, clearly, the old limits didn't apply. When he got to the door of the dark orgy room, he decided to postpone a soak in the tub.

The unlit orgy room was full of naked men. He moved away from the light of the doorway, into a heaving sea of naked flesh. Within seconds, someone's hand was on his hard-on, someone else's mouth on his nipple. A big, slippery dick pressed against his thigh. He'd forgotten how good it felt, this abundance of undifferentiated flesh in the dark. Hands were on his ass now, stroking, probing, pushing his ass-cheeks apart. A wet finger was working his hole loose, stroking and pushing till Mac opened up and let him in. The well-lubed finger worked its way inside him, finger-fucking him expertly until he wanted more. Had to have more. He reached behind, ran his hand over the man's hard belly, down to a stiff dick, and guided the man's hard-on to his ass. The unseen man slid his finger out, wrapped his arm around Mac's chest, and pulled Mac up against his warm, muscled body, guiding his cock into Mac's butt. Mac spread his feet, trying for balance, As the man pumped into him, his grip on Mac tightened. His

BOOK SECTION other hand grabbed Mac's face, turning his head till he felt the unknown man's lips against his own. It wasn't a kiss, not really, just a sharing of breath. The man's hand moved down to Mac's dick and started tugging at Mac's nuts, stretching out the sac. "Oh yeah, fuck me hard," Mac whispered into the man's mouth. "Fuck me good." The man grabbed Mac's cock and used it as a handle, sliding Mac up and down on his cock. Mac's muscles tightened, started shaking. Their mouths were wide open now, sharing hot breath.

Rivers of hot sweat dripped between their bodies. The man grunted with every thrust. His hand tightened around Mac's cock, almost to the point of pain, and he exploded deep inside Mac's wet, yielding ass. Their tongues met. Mac shot off in an endless, delicious spasm of cum.

The man pulled out, spun Mac around till they were face to unseen face, and threw his arms around him. Mac rested his head on the man's shoulder and stroked his broad back. Mac's breathing slowed and he regained his balance. The man's loosened. He said, "Take care, bu slapped Mac on the ass, and gone, reabsorbed into the flow of f

Like Moses parting the Red Mac unsteadily made his way thr the tides of flesh, back to the cor He stood there, still shaky, dick half-hard, blinking in the light. Tin hit the Jacuzzi.

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and of the men, Mac figured, were udd liny in the orgy room. He lowered him-I will into the tub. The warm water tin-fle and against his well-used hole.

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"Yes, sir," the boy said, raising his colorful, chunky body from the swirling water. They walked off together, the boy several paces behind the lean prince.

Mac was alone. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, the whirlpool of water jets caressing him into a state of torpid pleasure. He had almost drifted off to sleep when he felt another man's foot on his.

Mac kept his eyes closed, didn't move as the underwater foot moved up Mac's leg, pushing at his knees till his legs were spread apart. As the man's toes went further up, caressed his inner thigh, Mac felt himself getting hard again. Three times in an hour! He was going to like it up here.

The toes were on his ballsac now, gently playing with his nuts. Mac squirmed and sighed. The big toe moved down the sensitive ridge between his legs, down to his still-pulsing hole, and started teasing the sensitive assflesh. Mac slid down so the toe pressed deeper into him. His hard-on was throbbing now.

The man's foot moved back up, over Mac's balls, till it was pressing against the arc of Mac's hard dick. Mac bucked his hips, rubbing his dick hard against the sole of the man's foot.

Mac thought he heard it above the rush of swirling water. His name. "Hey, Mac" He had heard it. He opened his eyes.

The other man in the Jacuzzi. Corey. It was Corey.

He grabbed Corey's foot, held on to it for dear life.

The moistness in Mac's eyes transformed the soft light behind Corey's handsome, smiling face into a glowing halo.

"Hey, Mac," said Corey, "Welcome to Heaven."

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Mr. Drummer Europe

Non fiction by Kellan Farshea am. Amsterdam. Stood in a dark corridor that runs alongside the play-space in the Winners Ball of Mr Drummer Europe 96. At my feet is a mid forties daddy-boy sleaze pig. I'm in black ex-army cammo's, he's in green ex-army cammo's and rubber. He is drenched in my piss, face sticky with my spit. He struggles to stand up, tries to get up from the floor but I wont let him. I thump and smack his head and back until he gives in and falls back to his knees. I dont know his name. We haven't agreed to a stop-word.

Europe. Home of Tom (of Finland), Bastille, Toy, the Marquis de Sade, Leopold Sacher-Masoch, currently awash with rubber clad perverts and skinhead queers in ex-army cammo trousers and Doc Martin boots.

Amsterdam. Europe. Mr Drummer 96. Before any of us even get to Amster-dam , the weekend has an unmistakably American feel to it. Leather Pride. What is this notion called Leather Pride? Is it like Leather Tribe; Leather Bar; Leather sex? A North American term transposed through US cultural imperialism onto gay and SM communities around the world. Leather-no longer a description of a particular fetish, it has become a euphemism for a variety of SM and fetish practices. One can be a leather man and never wear leather. Leathersex may involve simply wearing a leather jacket and fucking or it

may be dressed in jockstraps whilst wrestling in shit or standing at sunup wearing nothing but play piercing needles.

I tie his hands behind his back and kick him in the balls - over and over again. He whimpers and then cries out. All around me there are men, dressed in leather chaps and checked shirts, they kneel and suck cock; they bend over and get fucked; they squeeze into a dark box-space and fumble with each other's genitals . Is this the best I should hope for in a Leather-Space? Vanilla relief from a man in leather gear? Sorry-but I am a dominant sadist, an SMer, a pervert-I didn't go through all the heartache of a second coming out so that I could get a blow job in a dress-code backroom. Besides, I haven't gotten hard yet. But my head is cruising at an altitude of 20,000 ft. I force my hand into his mouth, press down on his tongue so he can't bite back and spit, repeatedly, into his face.

European Leathermen? Over here in Europe, it has a different meaning. More precise, less encompassing. It simply means wearing leather. Leather men are just one group out of many. Over here we are perverts, fetishists and SMers.

The Mr Drummer Europe 96 would have to be someone who understood the cultural diversity of Europe: someone who had a sense of Europe as a different entity to America; someone who could speak more languages than english; someone who recognised that our icons have grown out of Bastille and Cadinot rather than Tom of Finland and John Wayne. As judges we chose a skinhead man dressed in rubber. His fantasy involved tying a man into a Japanese rope harness. It was simple, precise, skillful and (for me at least) extremely erotic. When I returned home and logged onto IRC (Internet Relay Chat) German, French and English perves