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Vintage gay leather porn: Argos the Sessions

This vintage gay leather sex video, Argos the Sessions, from Roger Earl, is the first in the Bound for Europe series (gay leather, SM, bondage, fetish). Harry Ros, a topman, enters the bar and begins to terrorize a wimpy-looking guy, Paul V. Rooy. Ros slaps him in the face and then chains him up with a long set of links, adding extra clamps for his tits.

Ros and another top, James Bruce, who is wearing some kind of military uniform, do an elaborate bondage scene on Lance Evans before, as the February 1991 issue of Manshots says, they “fist his dick to a gushing finish.” In the dungeon, Gerard Jonkers and Bruce work over a pair of slaves, Frans Roest and Theun DeBoer. Roest shoots a big gusher after a session of bondage and tit play.

While Roest watches from his suspension bondage, Ros tops Gerard. He spanks and slaps with his bare hand, but he also uses a cat o nine tails and a leather strap. Jonkers shoots some of that gorgeous white stuff out of his pierced piss slit.

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The first scene starts with Harry Ros, notable for his angular features and long fingers, assertively stomping into a leather bar. A bald guy, Paul V. Rooy, with a pierced nose, submits immediately to the slapping hands of Ros (Ros does love to work with his hands; sometimes that’s all one needs as a BDSM top). He chains him up, attaching the nose piercing to his tits and to the Prince Albert on his cock. V. Rooy must really be into humiliation, as Ros ends up making him drink beer out of a dog bowl. The camera work throughout is natural, unobtrusive. The viewer feels that the scene is really happening in the actual leather bar setting; it doesn’t feel staged at all.

A hot moustached daddy type in full leather (Lance Evans) then enters the bar, and interacts with a dreamy looking guy (intense eyes) dressed in what looks like some type of uniform (James Bruce). They make out, and the viewer seems shots of them doing it with their gear off, but not totally naked, an effective touch, but one could do without the ominous music at this point. Ros joins in, and he and the uniform stud end up disrobing Evans; the big bulge in Evans’ leather is quite noticeable.

There’s some slackening in the tension here as Ros ties the knots, but the ecstatic expression on Evans’ face (kind of reminds me, perversely, of one of those Jesus as Ecce Homo pictures) as the two tops work him over keeps the dynamic going. One can tell all three guys are attracted to each other; kissing and licking and sucking occur just as much as BDSM play. Up this point, the interaction has been nonverbal, but as Evans spectacularly cums from his veiny cock, one can hear Ros saying something like “beautiful.” And it is!

In the next scene, Gerard Jonkers, a tattooed muscle stud, and Bruce work over two slaves, Frans Roest and Theun de Boer. The groveling Theun de Boer appears to be a major pain pig; though he doesn’t get flogged to the level of some of the other bottoms in other leather films, his writhing moans while chained to what looks like a tree trunk as the tops flog him, and his overall submissive attitude, make the viewer want to see him in some really heavy action. The scene really flows well, climaxing in studmuffin Roest’s cumshot while he is restrained to another pole and spanked and caned de Boer roughly flung down to the ground and used as a muddy bootwipe. Hot!

In the final scene, three guys stomp down into what looks like a basement dungeon. Ros puts Roest into some form of suspension bondage, spread-eagled against a wall. He then proceeds to work over Jonkers. Jonkers gets naked, and Ros strips down to a jock. Ros uses a variety of implements and his bare hand on Jonkers, including a really hot cat o’ nine tails. From the looks of it, it really stings! At one point it looks like Jonkers is going to cum on Ros’ harness boot, but that doesn’t happen. Throughout, Ros seems to get into wiping Jonkers’ extensive precum. Jonkers’ thick cock emits drops of rich, milky cum.

The front cover of the issue number 20 of Mach, a Drummer publication, features a scene from this film. The issue also contains stills of other scenes from the movie.

“Filmed, utilizing real masters and genuine submissives, in the famed Amsterdam bar, the Argos, this S & M videotape titled, simply enough, Argos: The Session is first rate in both the vitality of the performers and the capturing of their action on camera,” wrote Manshots, February 1991

Video available here

Year Released: 1990

Director: Roger Earl

Studio: Marathon

Models in this shoot: Harry Ros, Gerard Jonkers, Frans Roest, Theun DeBoer, Lance Evans, James Bruce, Paul V. Rooy

Title: Argos the Sessions

Site: Retro Males

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Oh, What a Weekend

By Rubrpig

Jason startled awake by the pain in his shoulders and he began to panic till he forced himself to calm down as there was really nothing he could do. He tried to stretch but the heavy double leather sleep sac and the wooden box he was locked in prevented any real movement. He laid there trying to calm down and slowly his breathing slowed. His could hear his breathing as the sound of his breathing was amplified by the gas mask strapped over the heavy leather eyeless hood laced tightly around his head. The hose of the mask was connected to a port in the side of the box. He kept breathing slowly and tried to keep himself calm as he thought back over the last few days and what he had been subjected to when he hooked up with Master Robert for a long weekend. His mind wandered back to the end of the work day on the past Friday …

Jason yawned and stretched. He was glad the day was over and he stood up and looked around at the rest of the office seeing his co-workers huddled down over their terminals. He nodded to a couple of them and grabbed his jacket and headed to the elevator. Getting to his car in the underground garage he decided to hit the gym on the way home as it would help work the kinks out of his muscles.

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Leather Lounge this Saturday in SF

The monthly social event of BLUF SF — Leather Lounge — is held on the patio at the SF Eagle from 9 pm to closing every second Saturday of the month. Get your gear on and join for an evening of fun in leather. See old friends or make some new ones. All are welcome. Mention BLUF at the door if you get there before 10 pm.

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The Bet – Chapter 02

By lthr_jock

As we walk into the club, it is empty except for the two barmen still setting up. The music is on but at a lower level than it will be later. Bob has clearly arranged this last night, because the small stage is empty except for a heavy chain locked to a ring protruding from the centre of the stage. Bob unclips the leash from my collar and padlocks the chain to the front. The weight of it pulls my head down. The chain is about 6 ft long so allows me to stand (just) but if I stay on all fours, I can get to near the edge of the stage. That is I can until Bob padlocks my ankle shackles to the ring. Now I have no choice but to remain here in full view of everyone who comes into the club.

Bob crouches down in front of me. The rubber suit is making me sweat and I can feel it pooling inside the suit. My muscles are already aching from the stress position that my arms are in. “OK, slave, so here you are nicely on display for everyone coming in to see. I think they need to see the man who has Topped so many of them reduced to being a rubber slave, don’t you?” I shake my head in the negative, grunting into the gag and begging him to put the hood back on. All I succeed in doing is making myself drool even more. Bob wipes up the drool with one gloved hand and then smears it in my already messy hair. He tuts, “What a mucky slave. I might have to shave that head later – slaves don’t need hair.” My eyes widen at the thought and I continue to try and beg him not to.

Bob stands up “what a loud slave. I might have to find some way to quieten you down.”

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The Bet – Chapter 01

By lthr_jock

As I park my BMW in the quiet street, I’m feeling nervous. I don’t know what’s about to happen and I’m not used to this queasy roil in the pit of my empty stomach. I look up at the house I’m visiting and part of me wants to turn around and drive home – and it’s a big part. But I made a deal, and I don’t back out of deals. But this deal is such a tough one. I lean back in the leather seat and close my eyes. What was I thinking? How did I get myself into this stupid position? I think back to yesterday evening – it all started so normally.

I look at myself in the mirror before getting dressed to head out to Backstreet. I’m 40 now and while I’m not as fit as I was when I was 25, I’m still muscled and give the gym bunnies a run for their money when I hit the weights – which is most days. At 6ft2” I’m a natural top and I have the rugged face that comes from my Polish heritage. My black hair is greying and I keep it short – No 1 crop at the sides and longer on top. I have a thick moustache and neat goatee and am hairy most everywhere else. Everything about me screams “Top” which makes life very easy indeed as that’s the role I love to play. I grin as I imagine what everyone else at the bank would say if they saw what their manager gets up to in his free time. I run my hands through my hair, using some gel to spike it in place and then I get ready to head out.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 06

By TheBadOne

I feel the weight of the massive plug in my ass, hear the ringing in my ears and the beating of my pulse before I actually regain consciousness- a slight wooziness that is familiar to me- Donovan must have kept me knocked out with chloroform while he transported me to the ticket booth, my final destination for tonight.

‘Ticket Booth’ is generous. It’s a steel cage at the entrance to the dungeon, and there’s only enough room in it for me, a clipboard with a list of names- codenames from the looks of it- and a button I can push to unlock the entry. There’s a special, private event tonight- uninvited kinksters who didn’t get the memo will be turned away.

I raise my hand to pick up the list and take a look at it, and only now realize that I’m shackled to the bars of the cage, too- with heavy metal restraints. I can move enough to press the button, and that’s it. I look up into the crowded bar and see that I have more than a few eyes on me. At least I know I look good. I move my body- to the extent I can- to the music, and wait for the first guest.

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The Debt – Part 1

By Pup Shaggy

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing here. Seriously. The night had originally been a meet up at a pub. Simple, enjoyable; and it didn’t involve stupidly loud music and obnoxious flashing lights at whatever club happened to be on their minds. A pub was something he could enjoy. But of course, plans changed and out of the blue, instead it was going to be a night at a club. Not just any club either. For some reason, they were heading to a gay club even though none of his friends were gay, just hum. It made no sense. But then from the sounds of it, they were all already drunk when he turned up.

He had a feeling his mates were hinting at something as well, but honestly he felt more like a third wheel than anything. He had been looking forward to this night back when the plan was a few drinks and chatting at a pub; A chance to chill. But now? He wasn’t sure if he was anymore. He wasn’t the club sort of guy. He didn’t dance, not because he couldn’t: anyone can dance when they’ve had enough alcohol. He just didn’t particularly find it fun. Anytime he had danced in the past it was to keep everyone else happy; friends who were throwing him annoyed looks because he wasn’t partaking in the strange ritual others called dancing… because he didn’t want to in the first place.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it though, and every time they came over to ask him if he was alright: sure. He lied through his teeth and said yes. But mostly he just wanted to get the hell home.

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