"Midday Drinks" on Patreon

Midday Drinks is the title of the new, exclusive drawing on my Patreon. Obviously, this mature sub is not the one having a drink. So who is? To see the whole scene, why not become one of my $2.00-a-month patrons today?

 

"Meeting your new top" on Patreon

 Meeting your new top is this week's new, exclusive image available to my Patreon supporters. You can join in on the fun on Patreon for only $2.00 a month.

"Sub in the corner" on Patreon

 

When George visited his friend Jerry, he was greeted with an unusual sight - a naked man standing in a corner of the room like a punished schoolboy. Sub in the corner is the new, exclusive image just posted on my Patreon. It costs only $2.00 a month to join in on the fun on my Patreon, so why wait?

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.

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.

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What Happened to the Professor

Remember the professor from Tied Professor? Surely you remember him. And you wondered what had happened to him? Well, here it is. And that's not the end of it by any means. Want to make suggestions as to what should be done to him by the one he's starting to reluctantly call his Master?

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Biker for Sale

Reb couldn’t believe it. He was being sold. So that’s how the fat little greaser planned to get rid of him – and make a neat little profit. Reb should have thought of something nasty like that.

Nothing he could do about it, though. After a very long ride, the truck had finally arrived. Where? Reb didn’t know, but it was definitely south of the frontier – he’d heard nothing but Spanish spoken. By then, he was weak as a kitten, and the welcome committee – a couple of mean looking hombres – had had no trouble stripping him naked, chaining him and putting him in a holding cell. It looked like a regular prison cell, and maybe it was, South of the border, anything went. A week or so had gone by, with Reb been given just enough food and water to keep body and soul together but not enough to get his strength back. He had to get that from a dog bowl on the floor, after kneeling down for what felt like a couple of hours. At first, he had tried to resist but his captors had beat him with some sort of zap wand. Reb had soon given up the fight.

Then, a few hours ago, they had come to the cell and shaved his crotch. Then they had put a sort of ring on his cock and balls, they had secured his arms in some kind of sheath, gagged him with a ball gag right out of a fetish catalog and put a collar and leash on him. He had been allowed to sit on the bench in his cell, which by now was a privilege – most of the daytime he had to stand up, chained to the wall. Something was about to happen…

And it did. After a while, the guards had come back, but there was someone with them. Incredulous, Reb recognized the fat little truck driver, whom he hadn’t seen since his arrival. He was dressed all in white, looking quite dapper.

“You see, gringo, here I am again. Are you happy to see me?”

All Reb had been able to manage for an answer was a grunt muffled by the ball gag.

“Ah, I guess you do not like this place very much? Well, I have good news for you. You’re going to leave it soon.”

He took the leash and pulled on it.

“Get up.”

Then Reb had been led through long dark corridors to a big room where a dozen men were sitting on chairs. A bright light was shining on him and the fat driver. He could just about make up the silhouettes of the men and the smoke of their cigars. The fat driver was giving a little spiel in Spanish. All Reb could understand was “mean hombre” and “biker”. He was talking about him – although Reb didn’t feel very mean just then. He wanted this to be over, this whole humiliating charade. But at the same time, he feared what was going to happen next. What was he going to be bought for?

Relaxing After Work 2

It was now one week later and it was Alfonso’s turn to submit. When he had suggested that unusual pact to Nikodemos, Alfonso knew that this would happen. Or rather, he knew that something would happen, but what? Had Nikodemos thought about what he would do to him when he had agreed? In any case, the big burly bear of a man was excited. Was he going to be content with a blow job, or would he use that big tool of his on Alfonso’s ass? At the moment, Alfonso had no time to worry about that – he had to get the big cock into his mouth, and that was enough of a challenge.

For the uncensored version of this drawing, you can go here.

Sorry - this used to be an image you could see for free on Tumblr but because of the recent change in policy, the full version is now only available on my Patreon, which costs $2.00 a month.

Relaxing After Work

I've had that drawing in the works for a few years, now. Most of it was finished and inked in 2015, but it's only yesterday that I drew in some extra details, colored it and added the background "posters". The first poster (on the left) you already know if you follow this blog. The second one is a photo of a rather well-known celebrity, so try guessing who it is. Clues : he is a European statesman who came to prominence in the 1980s.

Another interesting detail is that until yesterday, I had always thought of the "Relaxing After Work" title as referring to the smoking guy. But then, last night, I thought that maybe both guys are relaxing after work - and maybe they switch roles every now and then. What do you think?

The Training Begins

Sold

When the political situation had become too tense in his middle-eastern country of origin, Rasheed had decided it was safer to emigrate to Europe and quickly. So he didn't have much of a choice as to the means - he'd heard the network he had got in touch with had a nasty reputation of selling women into prostitution but he figured he was a middle-aged man and would be safe enough. What a mistake! In Europe, he was taken to a remote country area to be sold as a sex slave to men. Too late, Rasheed had realized that his well-toned body and eastern good looks made him very attractive to some people. And now here he was, in his underwear, being eyed by prospective buyers, like a piece of livestock. From their looks, the way they spoke and the way they dressed, they seemed to be peasants. In his native country, Rasheed had been a well-paid civil servant, with nothing but contempt for peasants. How the mighty had fallen!