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Tuesday, May 16th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
According to BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings, the balls in bondage here belong to the prolific and popular gay porn star Jason Steel, and the photo appeared in The Advocate in 1986. I don’t know whether the cinched bit of clothesline signifies any sort of specifically kinky shenanigans, or whether it’s merely an improvised sex toy, being employed in one of the ways a cock ring might be:
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Monday, April 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
I’ve seen a lot of “novelty” risque or even XXX playing card sets in my time. In some times and places, they were just about the hardest-core porn you could find to buy. Tourists visiting the fleshpots of urbanity liked to buy them to take back home to Squaresville, USA. But this is the first time I knew that they made kinky sets featuring lots of dudes in bondage:
Photo is from @queensofthewild, who writes:
Discovered these in a drawer when I was clearing out my grandma’s house and suddenly it all makes sense why she eagerly asked me about “what hurts more” in impact play a few years back when I told her what my job is.
My assumption is that these were published as a gay-male-gaze product, but the metaphorical street finds its own uses for things, as perhaps Grandma did also.
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Saturday, August 8th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
For what these gentlemen have in mind, they greatly prefer a clean butthole. And they are in possession of the technology to achieve it!
Artwork is by the prolific gay artist Sean, aka “Sean the Artist” (John Klamik).
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Wednesday, March 25th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Very nice use of a bedside mirror here to show both the well-tied male hunk and his self-satisfied boyfriend-of-the-hour who is cheerfully taking off his pants:
Artwork is from the cover of Secret Trade (HIS69265 1978).
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Wednesday, September 4th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Ever since he woke up, Mario has been reflecting on what a terrible idea it turns out to have been to eat party pills with those extra-friendly dudes he met at the weight room:
Images are from the Italian fumetti publication Serie Blu 23: La Banda Gay.
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Monday, April 25th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
To my eye this looks like a scene from some Transporter movie so awful that Jason Statham decided to do the whole thing without ever once showing his face. In this scene I imagine him saying “Give me the motherfucking keys, don’t make me start squeezing this shit!”
Of course what we’re actually looking at is a photo from the most recent update at Kink.com’s bondage edging site Men On Edge. That’s Jessie Colter doing his best “Jasan Statham’s head” impression and Owen Powers tied helplessly to the kitchen chair.
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Sunday, February 15th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
According to BJ, this is from a porn movie called “All Tied Up”.
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Wednesday, February 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I don’t see how this evening of bondage pleasure can possibly end without somebody having to pick at least a few splinters out of the young gentleman tied over the crate:
From BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings.
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Saturday, December 15th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
So the folks at Men On Edge went all the way to Berlin to shoot (and toy with) three hunky triplets. Meet Jason, Jimmy, and Joey Visconti, all tied up in an abandoned German warehouse:
Tied up is good. Tied up and blindfolded is better, right?
The obvious next step for your garden-variety recreational sexual sadist is to deprive these fine young gentlemen of their trousers, and then maybe rope their ankles to keep their feet spread a bit. Thusly:
Er… did I mention this was a boys-only party? No? Well, it is. “No girls allowed in our warehouse! Because, you know, reasons. Cooties and stuff.”
“Hey, did we bring the cordless vibrators? We did? Awesome, break those bad boys out, turn ’em on, and maybe we’ll start to get an idea what we won.”
Events take a predictable course from there. Underwear is cut off with scissors, many dicks are sucked. (That last link takes you to a free pic from a the shoot. Most of the images in this post come from the Men On Edge member’s area.)
Fans of excellent facial expressions in porn will enjoy the “OMG what is he doing down there?” looks of concerned concentration the Visconti brothers are sporting in this next picture:
Eventually the triplets are separated and tied to different pillars around the warehouse, for some individualized attention:
Look at that last picture again. I don’t care how straight you are or how vanilla you are or what gender you are. If you were there, you’d spank that too. You totally would. And anyway, he’s enjoying it…
Meanwhile, some old chairs are pressed into use and the individualized attention continues:
Finally, at last, there’s simply no more fun to be wrung from the exhausted, wrung-out Visconti brothers. So they’re left to rest, and to contemplate what just happened.
And to wonder: “Is anybody going to untie us?”
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Saturday, November 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This is your object lesson on why unsupervised military interrogations should not be conducted in San Francisco. One minute everything’s on track, you’ve got your guy standing there scared with somebody’s jockstrap in his mouth, surely he’s about to spill the beans:
And then without any warning at all your oh-so-serious tough-guy interrogator gets “caught up in the moment” and things get seriously twisted with the cattle prod and the forced butt licking:
Thanks to Bound Gods for doing it all wrong, but better — San Francisco style!
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Thursday, January 19th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Such a pleasant and romantic day at the beach:
Does it undercut the tender moment if you can still see where the bondage dude on the bottom got dragged to that spot?
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Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I believe I have at least a few readers who would enjoy doing stuff like this to the incredibly-buff Dante:
From this photoshoot at Bound Gods.
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Thursday, April 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Gosh, panhandling has sure evolved and changed since the last time I was in San Francisco:
Image credit: Bound in Public.
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Thursday, January 6th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Arguably, model Dylan Deap was having a complicated day already, when the folks at Bound In Public were walking him in full puppy gear down the streets of San Francisco. And then, just to complicate things more, he met a little dog who was ever so happy to see him! Everything about the little dog’s body language is excited friendly interest…he wants to greet Dylan properly and sniff butts and circle about and hopefully even play a little:
Picture is from this shoot.
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Saturday, December 11th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
When I was a much younger man, I spent a few years living in San Francisco. My social crowd was students, mostly from out-of-town like me, and I knew a lot of people who were (in that benighted era) if not openly homophobic, at least deeply uncomfortable with San Francisco’s status as a gay Mecca. I’ll never forget the look of horror on one male friend’s face when the two of us were approached at a crosswalk and accosted with “you two are such a lovely couple … won’t you please sign this petition for [gay cause]?”
I myself didn’t go into many bars, due to lack of funds; but I heard a lot of talk about the bar scene from my wealthier friends. And as they discussed the bar scene, one common theme quickly became clear: they lived in horror of accidentally walking into a gay bar.
Now, that’s a mistake I made myself, on several occasions; most notably, when I heard the strains of country music coming out of a place called the Wagon Wheel II down on Mission Street. I was all “A country bar? In San Francisco? This I got to see!” So I walked in, saw a lot of chaps wearing assless chaps, and said to myself “Friend, tonight’s goal of meeting a lonely heterosexual woman is not going to be achieved in this place.” And then I walked out again. Miraculously, I was unharmed by the experience.
Thus, it was never entirely clear to me what my friends were afraid of, precisely. I gathered there was some sort of social stigma or faux pas associated with the error, but they acted more like they expected to be hustled into the back and duct taped into a gunny sack with a little hole kept open for the mouth.
I thought of all this when I saw a couple of galleries from the newish gay bondage site Bound In Public. Except for the fact that these models are having way too much fun, I think I’ve finally found photographic illustrations of what my friends were afraid would happen to them if they walked into the wrong gay bars:
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Thursday, October 14th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I learned today (this did not require prize-winning investigative journalism, I got an email) that Kink Men has released its latest new site. The new one is Bound in Public, which looks to be a gay male public bondage / public sex offering in the same mold as Public Disgrace, only with guys on the leashes instead of girls.
Some samples from one of their earliest shoots:
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Friday, January 15th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
If there were ever going to be a gay bondage porn version of The Biggest Loser, it might look something like this:
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Saturday, August 29th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
The scene: a venerable public building, once highly trafficked, now home to forty different municipal bureaucracies. The sort of place with limestone staircases that have been worn down by eighty years of foot traffic into treacherous concavities. Round windows on the landing. A lot of decorative brickwork on the outside. And, importantly to our tale, public bathrooms that were once fancy, but are now unventilated and somewhat squalid museums of quaint plumbing fixtures and even more quaint architecture. The bathroom doors — like all the other interior doors in the building — have frosted glass windows, and directly connect the bathroom interior to the busy hallways, with none of the modesty-preserving right-angle vestibules one sees today.
The characters: A young mother and her preschool age daughter, in the building on some stressful bureaucratic errand. The child is bored, the mother tired and distracted.
The story: As they pass the men’s room door, someone pushes through it, slamming it wide open against its stops. As it bounces closed again, mother and daughter catch a momentary glimpse of this tender scene:
The dialog, which opens in that loud piercing tone that only a curious four-year-old can manage: “Mommy, what is that man doing to that other man?”
Long silence. Finally: “Hush, dear. Don’t worry. He was just helping him wash his hair.”
(Picture credit: Bound Gods from Kink Men.)
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