I’m especially moved by the male BDSM artwork of Jeryn, because it depicts more mature guys with realistic bodies getting tied up, which is so hot if you ask me! Some of the scenes he draws are playful and involve tickling, other situations are much more extreme.
The artist has granted permission for some of his work to be shared here:
Jeryn writes,
“It’s always been my desire to make up for a lack of representation of mature and older men, especially in bondage situations. I have been doing that sort of art for well over forty years (you can see some of my early efforts on my blogspot site), and I still think it is very much needed.”
You can see more artwork by Jeryn at the following locations:
- DeviantArt (a free site but access to NSFW artwork restricted to members – membership is free)
- Tumblr
- Blogspot
- Patreon (for $2.00 per month you get access to all his exclusive content he’s posted since late 2018, 79 exclusive images to date)
Metal would like to thank the artist Jeryn for sharing the images above, which are used with his permission!
A reward? What did that mean? His hole was hungry? Was he going to finally be able to fuck his Sir for the first time in months? Sir was typically not up for being on the receiving end of anything but a tongue up his ass, but sometimes when the wind blew just right…
I entered the playroom wearing nothing but a tight skimpy Speedo – and an old sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was small and hung above my waist, so the bulge in the front of my speedo was plainly visible below it. I did this because – in my mind – feeling covered above concentrates the sense of vulnerability I feel onto my Speedo below, and on my bare legs…. it makes me feel naked vulnerable and HORNY. I felt the sensation of near nakedness below my covered torso, and this sense of vulnerability was intense because I knew what was in store for me, especially after seeing a spreader bar with clips on either end, hanging from a chain from the ceiling in the center of the darkish room. I had entered the lair of a leather uniform wearing man I know to be a sadist, to whom I had freely admitted I wanted to experience the sense of complete and utter helplessness with, while indulging in my fetish of wearing a skimpy Speedo. I was walking into a trap of my own making.