"Another Surprise" on Patreon

 

This is Big Anton. Recently, on my Patreon, Big Anton had a big surprise when meeting a young man whom he hoped to seduce. In my new post, exclusive to Patreon backers, Big Anton is in for Another Surprise. You too can join in the fun on Patreon for only $2.00 a month!

Basement Talk

 "So, how do you feel, Larry?"

"Mmmffckerr!"

"Now, that's not polite language. Is that any way to thank me for my being a good host? Putting you up in my own house, making you all comfortable… okay, so maybe those ropes are a little tight, but it's just so that you'll stay put while we have our fun."

"Mmmffwatfunff?"

"Oh, you know, the fun I usually have with my guests… playing with their nipples, their balls, their cocks… I know, they are sometimes a bit reluctant to get into it, just like you were, but they all end up loving it."

"Mmmfwatrrruutkingaboutfff? Mmminvfferaskedfrrthishh!"

"Oh, I know… That's what they all say, at first… But I'm old enough to know better, now. I know what lies behind that macho talk. I can sense that, behind that bravado, there's a real need to get tied up and used. Let's start."

***

"Mfffshtppit! Mmpleaaseshtppit!"

"Aw, c'mon, Larry, be a man! The sound's hardly in yet. I know, it can be a little painful, but all you've got to do is relax. Let it go down all the way to your urethra. It'll be a unique sensation, you'll see!"

"Mmmnpffff!"

New Patreon post : On Master's Couch

Why does this bear look so surprised? Could it be because he's recognised the other sub sitting next to him On Master's Couch? The whole picture, and the whole story, is in this week's exclusive post on my Patreon. At $2.00 a month to back me on Patreon, I wouldn't call that the bargain of the century, but it's pretty close.

 

Chair Tied Bear

Prisoner in the Basement on Patreon

Prisoner in the Basement is the latest exclusive drawing posted on my Patreon. It only costs $2.00 a month to back me on Patreon and get to see… the whole picture.  ;)

Black Scholar Tickled Again on Patreon

Why is this man laughing? Well, the answer's in the title of the new exclusive drawing I've just posted on my Patreon, available in full to all my backers : Black Scholar Tickled Again!

Work in Progress (2) : Tied and Kneed

Henri is a mean little s.o.b. Now that he's got Maurice in his power, he's going to make him suffer and good. 

Poor Maurice never knew Henri hated him so much during all those years they'd been working together. But he should have guessed. After all, he was never the last to make fun of Henri for his stuttering, for still not being married at his age, and many other things the guys at work found strange. Henri seemed to be taking it well, accepting to be the butt of the other workers' jokes. But inside, he was seething with rage.

And then, things started happening in both their lives. And the lives of the other workers. The plant where they all worked was bought by a company which had some unusual management methods. As soon as they were in charge, all employees sat through some tests designed to detect unused potential. It turned out that Henri had plenty of unused potential and he was sent to the company's management school. He came back a changed man, self-assured, no longer the loser sort of man his mates had known. He had been put in charge of the whole production unit, and his first job was to make it efficient again. Of course, some workers had to be "convinced" to change their ways - the ways they'd had since they first started working at the plant. 

"You… You can't mean it," Maurice had said when Henri had first explained what it would take for him not to get the sack.

"Well," Henri had answered with a nasty smile, "you're not exactly a model of efficiency. There's literally dozens of young men ready to take your place if you get laid off. So you'd better do as I say."

Maurice knew his former workmate, now his chief, was right. He needed the job. Where would he find another one at his age. Reluctantly, he had to agree to Henri's conditions.

And the conditions were that each time that Maurice didn't reach his objectives for production, he would have to submit to corporal punishment. It had begun with spankings, then gone up to canings, and from there to more and more elaborate punishment. Maurice's performance had improved, but Henri's requirements had become more severe too, so poor Maurice was left to wonder when Henri would finally be satisfied with his work. 

He wouldn't have liked the answer.

Slave Club on Patreon

Eric wasn't too sure why he had let himself be taken to that place. Curiosity? Probably so. His friend Philip had told him so much about the "slave club" that Eric had wanted to see for himself what the place was like.

So what's it like? Well, the rest of the story and the rest of the picture is on my Patreon today. Why don't you join on the sexy, kinky, gay mature fun? It only costs $2.00 a month.

Tough Guy Tied

But Is It Art? on Patreon

But Is It Art? That is the question my new exclusive image asks from my Patreon supporters. And it's a valid question, I think. No easy answers provided, but you can figure out your own by looking at the full picture for $2.00 a month.

A Sound Spanking on Patreon

Beto had been taken to an empty room by a young man who had ordered him to strip, then had tied him hand and foot, ordering him to stand facing one of the walls. While he was tying Beto, the young man had asked him if it was his first time here, at the “punishment place”. Beto had admitted that it was. 

“Well,” the young man had said, “I don’t know what you’re being punished for and I don’t want to know, but if I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much. First-time offenders usually get off easy, unless they’ve f***ed up really bad.”

The young man had tried to be reassuring, that Beto knew, but he didn’t feel reassured at all. He had “f***ed up pretty bad”, and his mistake had cost the Big Boss a lot of money and unnecessary trouble. 

What's going to Happen to Beto? It's all in A Sound Spanking, the new exclusive drawing and story on my Patreon. Supporting my work on Patreon costs only $2.00 a month and gets you six exclusive drawings a month.

The Man of the House on Patreon

No, Bradford is definitely not The Man of the House. To see who this title belongs to, you'll have to join my Patreon (for the measly price of $2.00 a month) and you'll get the full picture and the full story.

Early Jeryn 1 : A Birthday To Remember

This is the first in a series of posts showing some old art that has been little and sometimes never seen. A Birthday To Remember was actually published in the April/May 1990 issue of Chiron Rising, the magazine for lovers of mature and older men (a pdf of which you can download here). I thought at the time that the title and the drawing itself were explicit enough and telling a story by themselves. But now that I have the opportunity to do so, I'd like to put in a little story to go with it.

A Birthday To Remember

Marc

Marc had certainly made sure that John's fortieth birthday would be memorable. They had been a couple for ten years, and Marc had always made sure his younger lover was made to feel special, just like John made Marc feel special every day of his life. He had been so lucky, he often thought, to find a younger man who was into older men. And their life together had been great, the sex was fantastic, as well as the many tender moments. But Marc knew that there was a side to John's life that he couldn't fulfil - John had a "dark side" that he always kept in check with Marc, who had never been into anything else than vanilla sex. But Marc had a way to satisfy John's dark side. Because Marc was very, very rich.

John

John knew that he could expect surprises from Marc. His lover had always been so full of little attentions. He was an old dear, really, and John made sure he always got plenty of tender loving care from him. Every one of the birthdays they had celebrated together had been special, like that time John's birthday present had been a trip to Hawaii, but John suspected this one would be even more special, because it was his fortieth and the tenth such birthday they celebrated together. The candlelit dinner had been lovely, and now, as he heard movement behind the heavy curtain at the end of the room, John braced himself for a surprise. But as the young man came in the room with his present, even John had to admit that this time Marc had outdone himself.

Matt

Matt had often been hired to do unusual to very unusual to downright extraordinary stuff at gay parties. With his small stature and youthful face, Matt was often asked to hide inside a giant cake and burst out singing "happy birthday to you" wearing next to nothing or nothing at all - depending on the size of the pay check. But this assignment was really unusual. Dressing up like a hotel bellhop and leading this old guy to the birthday boy… well, that was strange. Usually, he was the one being used as a boy toy. Not some geezer old enough to be his granddad. When he had seen him arrive, Matt couldn't believe his eyes. The old man had come into the room used as a changing room where Matt was just finishing to put on his bellhop suit. He had said hello, eyes lowered, as though acknowledging Matt as his superior. Then he had stripped, very carefully folding his clothes and putting them inside one of the room's lockers. Then he had stood at attention, waiting for Matt to tie him up, using the ropes in one of the lockers. Matt had tried to make small talk: "What's your name?" "Luke, Sir," the old man had replied. Matt hadn't expected to be called "sir" by a man so much older than him. "Do you do this often, Luke?" Matt had asked. "As often as I'm asked to," the old man answered. "Do you know what he's going to do to you?" "Whatever he wants, I guess," Luke said and then sighed. Matt hadn't dared to ask any more questions. Well, to each his own, he thought as he finished roping up the old man.

Luke

Luke had very mixed feelings about what was going to happen. When he had heard through the grapevine that somebody was looking for an older man who was okay to be used and abused sexually for very good money, he had wondered if this was for real. And then he had thought: would he apply? This was humiliating. But it was also exciting. And then, what had he got to lose? Certainly not his virginity, he chuckled to himself - that had been lost long ago. He had applied. At the "job interview", he had met his employer, obviously a very rich guy - that house! - about his own age. After the man had asked a few intimate questions and explained what would be required of Luke, he had told him he had the job. Luke had wondered if he had been the only applicant? And now the thing was going to happen. Luke had gone back to the house, he had done as he had been instructed, he had let himself be tied up by that little twink, and now he was being led like an animal towards his new owner. What had he got himself into? Okay, he had been given assurances that there would be no permanent damage, but still, Luke realised how expendable he was. He had no family, he lived on his own, if he disappeared completely, who would miss him? That guy he was being given to as a present didn't look like such a bad egg, Luke thought as he went in the room. He hoped appearances weren't deceiving. That was all he could hope for, at this stage.

Used by Black Master on Patreon

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Black Master Tickles on Patreon

Why is this man laughing? Could it be because Black Master Tickles? The whole picture, as well as the whole story, is on my Patreon today. It costs only $2.00 a month to get the exclusive drawings on my Patreon.

Transport 2

Every now and then, I'll draw a scene of some men being transported somewhere, for who knows what nefarious reasons. They are always bound and gagged, of course, and wear adult diapers since the transport can be long and the transporters don't want their prisoners to make a mess on the floor. I imagine they are in the back of a truck that has been equipped for that sort of "special" transport. Who the men are, where they are being taken to and what is going to happen to them I leave to the imagination.

Black Master Takes Possession

That guy doesn't look too happy, does he? That's because he's just become the property of Ed "Big Daddy" Delany, a very strict black master who likes his slaves white and middle aged. Of course, he didn't have much of a say in the matter. More details as well as the complete picture in Black Master Takes Possession, the newest drawing posted on my Patreon site.

Tickled on the Front Porch

It was a darn hot day. Indian Joe had gone to see his neighbor, Tim Jones. Everybody in the area called Tim “Father Jones” for some reason that nobody could remember. “Father” Jones had been sitting on his front porch in his shorts when Indian Joe had arrived with a couple of six-packs of beer. There was nothing much to do in this place most of the time and Indian Joe was a regular visitor to Father Jones. Usually, they would play cards or watch TV. And every now and then, they’d have a little “adult fun” together, as they’d call it. But there were rituals to be observed. First they would draw lots to decide who would be “the man in charge”. Luck had favoured Indian Joe, this time.

“Ya goin’ ta get even for those last three times?” Father Jones had asked with some trepidation in his voice. Luck had been on his side recently and he had to admit he’d been a little bit naughty with his old pal and neighbor. But then, he knew that Indian Joe would get his “revenge” sooner or later. That was part of the game.
“I’m sorely tempted to,” Indian Joe answered with a mischievous smile. “I don’t know if I can forgive you, Father, for you have sinned.”
Then he had gone to the drawer where he knew “Father” Jones kept some bits and pieces and had come back with some ropes – they would use those in their games every now and then – and tied his friend’s hands behind his back.
“I’ll give you the opportunity to do penance, though,” he said.
Then he tied “Father” Jones’ ankles together.
“Now here’s the deal,” Indian Joe said, “if’n you can get through ten minutes of me ticklin’ yer big dawgs without cryin’ ‘uncle’, I’ll go easy on ya. If’n you can’t… well… all the worse fer ya.”
“Oh please, not that,” the older man had pleaded. “You know how ticklish I am!”
“If doin’ penance was easy, then it wouldn’t be penance,” Indian Joe had said. And he’d started tickling “Father” Jones’ big beefy feet, which immediately caused the older man to burst into uproarious laughter.
“Please, please,” “Father” Jones managed to say between fits of laughter.
“I’ll stop anytime you want if you say the magic word,” Indian Joe replied without missing a beat. “But remember… there will be a price to pay.”
“Father” Jones said nothing. He was laughing too hard. Could he stand ten minutes of that awful tickling? And was it really worth it? As the relentless tickling went on, this seemed to be less and less the case. He knew he didn’t have the will power to hold on for that long.
Indian Joe, on the other hand, was enjoying himself tremendously. He had long wanted to go to town on his friend’s big feet and he had just been given the perfect opportunity.