Here in NYC, the annual Folsom Street East block party was held recently. Click the screen shot below to see a photo gallery at the Advocate site:
Even more pictures are available here.
Monthly Archives: June 2017
The founder of IML has died
The beloved Chuck Renslow, a longtime fixture of Chicago’s gay community and the founder of the annual International Mr Leather event, has passed away.
Article here
Chained to the wall for sexual use
At Brutal Tops, horny young Master Max discovers his completely naked sub chained to the wall like the lonely dog he is. The psychotic top barks orders at the runt to lick clean his shoes and then his bare feet as he beats him harshly with his belt.
The chavvy top rams a massive dildo into the sub’s mouth before pumping his arse hard with a mechanically driven dildo. This causes considerable pain and embarrassment to the sub, who is then ordered to drink the top’s piss and suck Max’s impressive dick.
Click for Brutal Tops – new updates every Thursday
Check out Terry Miller in Tom of Finland homage
A “lookbook” is featured on the Out website. It is very clever — and hot! The photography is by Josh Paul Thomas.
Full photoset here.
Lee gets tied in a seatless chair
At BreederFuckers.com, big-dicked tough-talking Lee is back! Every inch of his hard masculine body strains against his ties, emphasizing his hot muscular body. He’s disgusted and enraged being mauled by a couple of pervs, but there’s nothing the stupid fucker can do. A special seatless chair allows them to flog his hairy arse and balls beneath the chair.
See more at BreederFuckers – new content every Wednesday
Pictures: Sneaker Boy’s heavy manacles
Hogtied in metal cuffs
Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 10
By Greg Alexander
It was a warm afternoon, and as Wes walked down the street, he was sweating heavily.
He was sweating, less because of the heat, and more because he had just gotten back from soccer practice and hadn’t had any time to change. He had been (deliberately) wearing the same white athletic socks for 7 solid days now, and he knew his athletic feet were starting to smell. In fact, his teammates had commented on it in the locker room earlier today.
Wes sighed as he trudged on, still wearing his soccer cleats and those socks. He knew he should change them. But he couldn’t help it.
In one hand, he was carrying a grocery bag. He had visited the convenience store earlier in the day, where he had bought a supersized jar of peanut butter, a big container of mayo, a bottle of ketchup and a can of puppy chow dog food. He was walking fast, and his heart rate was a little bit up. He felt excited. Was that wrong? Maybe a little bit. Did Wes care much? Not really. He figured life was too short. He was going to have fun where he could.