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Jack moans at first from the size of it, but once he’s used to it, he smiles and tells Rikk to fuck him harder. Rikk gladly obliges him, pounding him from behind as Jack strokes himself from below. Rikk flips him over and fucks him even harder as Jack squirts his load all over himself. Seeing this, Rikk feels a throbbing surge in his dick and pulls out to absolutely drench Jack with his nut.
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He wants to be dominated, but something’s off — and it’s not just my costume
Credit: Indiana Joel/Xtra
This article by Devon Delacroix was originally published in Xtra Magazineas part of the Hard Labour column.
Should I be wearing a cape? Maybe some sort of tunic with flowing sleeves. I’d be more convincing with long hair, but I didn’t have time to source a wig. Military garb could have worked too and it wouldn’t have been hard to find. Why didn’t I think of that?
Pretty much anything would make me feel more confident right now than my standard jeans and tank top combo. But if it matters to the naked guy kneeling on my bathroom floor, I wouldn’t know. Even if I don’t have the look down, he seems content to believe I’m a merciless cult leader.
He’s probably in his mid-40s, slim with shaggy dark hair and a furry chest. He has a slight accent but I can’t tell where he’s from. He had arrived a few minutes earlier and I’d ordered him to strip. Along with my outfit, the location also feels wrong. Don’t cult initiations usually take place in a wooded glade or the desert, Not a suburban bachelor apartment with a pullout couch and a mildewed shower? Even though I’m having trouble buying the scene, apparently it’s working or him — he’s totally hard.
I’ve done plenty of Dom sessions; teacher/student, daddy/boy, porn producer/reluctant actor. But this is my first cult leader/inductee scene. In the end, Dom sessions are always about introducing some kind of power dynamic to sex. Limits are laid out. Safe words are established. Roles are played. This won’t be that hard.
Even though I know I can handle the Dom element, I’ve done a little research to get some ideas for dialogue. Based on an hour of Googling, his fantasy isn’t totally off-base. Cult leaders nearly always use sex to control their followers and modern-day ones often collect humiliating photos or videos (which is part of today’s scene) for blackmail if their followers try to escape. I’ve got a rough geography for the scene and some bits and pieces of dialogue to use. This isn’t going to be tough — based on his erection, my trick is definitely buying it, despite my less-than-convincing costume and environment.
After letting him kneel in silence for a few minutes, I order him to his feet and usher him into the shower. I turn on the water, making sure the tap is turned all the way to the cold side, and hand him a bar of soap. He starts washing himself down, already shivering under the icy blast. I leave him to squirm under the water for much longer than he needs to get clean, then abruptly turn off the tap and toss him a towel.
Once he’s reasonably dry, I order him out of the shower, guide him to the toilet and lift the seat.
“Now you can piss,” I say.
He’d indicated observed urination as one of our cult’s standard humiliation tactics, which probably means he’s pee shy. He stands holding his dick, still slightly erect despite five minutes in a cold shower. After a minute or so he finally gets a tiny stream going.
“Look me in the eye,” I bark.
He turns his head to me nervously, which immediately stops the flow of urine. I can tell it’s hard for him. But I maintain eye contact and finally, after a couple of minutes pass, he’s able to start again. Once it seems like he’s done, I instruct him to follow me out of the bathroom. Standing in the centre of the apartment, I grab his balls and squeeze gently.
“So,” I say. “You want to join us.”
“Yes,” he says, softly.
“And you understand that total loyalty is required.”
“Yes.”
“So today we will perform some tests. Depending on how well you do, you might be admitted,” I say. “You can refuse anything you don’t want to do. But that counts against you. If you don’t get a high enough score today, you’ll have to come back again. Understand?”
He nods obediently.
“Good,” I say. “Back on your knees.”
Once he’s on the ground I walk around behind him and start rifling through my bag to retrieve my camera and a small black dildo. I return and stand in front of him, then order him to open his mouth and slide the dildo in.
“All right,” I say. “Now we begin the collection process. Any images I take will immediately go to your family and your boss if you decide to leave the sect. Do you understand?”
He nods continues starts slowly sucking the dildo as I snap pictures. He’s staring at the floor, but I instruct him to look into the camera. I don’t know if he’ll want me to send him the pics after, but we might as well make them convincing.
“That’s good,” I say. “Suck that dildo and . . . uh . . . show me how much you want to be in my cult.”
As a general rule with role-play, if you want your partner to be convinced of the scene, you need to first convince yourself. Right now, I’m not convinced at all. It’s a Dom scene for sure, but the whole cult leader/inductee thing doesn’t feel like it’s playing. I’m being too soft somehow.
Or maybe too harsh? How exactly do cult leaders treat potential followers? Aren’t they really jovial and open at the beginning? Am I doing this all wrong? Should I have done more research? Whether or not I’m convinced, it seems to be working for my client. He’s behaving meekly, doing exactly as he’s told. Maybe it’s all going better than I think it is. But now I’m worried I’m going to psych myself out and fuck the whole thing up.
He’s made his limits clear: no marks, no foot play, no scat. And he’s given me a fairly detailed back-story. So why am I doing so badly? Maybe I just need to switch things up. I order him to his feet and guide him to the pullout couch where I position him with his ass in the air.
“Okay, now take the dildo out of your mouth and put it in your ass.”
“May I have some lube sir?”
“Yes,” I say. “But you lose points with lube. Are you sure you want it?”
“Yes sir,” he says, slightly more assertive than he’s been up until now.
I grab a bottle from my bag, squirt a bit onto his hole and rub it in with the tip of my finger. He begins fucking himself slowly with the dildo, moaning each time it goes in. I need to start prepping to fuck him, so I quietly drop my jeans, remove my tank top and start playing with my dick to get it hard.
“Fuck yourself harder if you want to get more points.”
He continues, faster, but doesn’t seem any more enthusiastic.Maybe he isn’t enjoying this as much as I think he is. Is he just going through the motions because he’s here and he’s too polite to tell me I’m not doing a good job? Shake it off. Thinking about this shit isn’t going to help me now. I close my eyes and keep stroking myself.
Once I’m hard enough to penetrate him, I move behind him, pull the dildo out of his ass and hang it in front of his open mouth.
“Are you going to suck this for me?” I say.
He shakes his head.
“You know you lose points if you don’t,” I say.
“Yes sir,” he says, more direct than he’s been since he arrived. “I understand. But I’m not doing that.”
I toss it aside and slide a finger into his ass, which is still very tight, despite the fact he’s been fucking himself. I begin slowly easing it in and out of him, trying to get him to relax, but he’s still so tight. Maybe I won’t be able to get in. I try using a second finger to open him up and he moans.
“Are you gonna take my cock?”
“Yes,” he says, returning his previously more passive state.
“If you don’t take it today you definitely won’t pass the test.”
“I understand.”
He seems to be relaxing slightly. Holding his ass open with my fingers, I manage to penetrate him. Pumping slowly in and out, I can already feel my erection subsiding. His ass is like a vice, squeezing all the blood out of my dick.
“You want to join us?” I say.
“Yes!” he yells, as I continue to move in and out.
“You have to prove it to me,” I say. “Show me . . . uh . . . how good you are at getting fucked and then . . . maybe you can join my cult.”
I press my fingers into the space behind my balls to try to keep myself hard. It helps a bit, but I can tell it isn’t going to be long before I’m totally flaccid.
“That’s good,” I say, with a light slap to his ass. “Take that cock and show me you want to be in the cult.”
My lacklustre fuck technique doesn’t seem to matter. After about three minutes he comes and collapses onto the couch, breathing heavily. I slide the condom off and walk to the kitchen sink where I toss it in the garbage can and wash my hands.
After lying silently for a few minutes, he gets up, dresses and exits silently, leaving a stack of bills on the table next to the door. I flop onto the couch. Not exactly a shining moment in my escort career.
I pride myself on giving clients what they want, finding ways to unlock their desires and present fantasy scenes in a way that works for them. He’d probably given me more than enough information to do the job. But somehow, I didn’t manage to pull it off. I didn’t give him what he asked for. But glancing at the puddle of cum next on the sheets next to me, I realize maybe I’ve got it all wrong.
Role-play can heighten a sexual experience by adding a power dynamic to sexual contact. Here though, I think maybe it’s more of a cover, a way to protect himself from having to confront his real desires because they’re too scary. I guess both of us were lying to ourselves about what we were doing today.
I was pretending I was being a good Dom and he was pretending he wanted to get Dommed. But in the end, even though I don’t feel like I gave him what he asked for, maybe I still gave him what he wanted.
FALCON STUDIOS: Ultimate jokesters Steven Lee and Johnny Ford are in the middle of an all-out prank war throughout the house when it all comes to a head in the bedroom. While Johnny is changing, Steven makes his move and pulls Johnny on the bed and the two lock lips. Making out soon turns into clothes flying off, and, eventually, both studs taking turns sucking each other’s’ cocks. After they’ve had a taste of each other’s meat, Steven bends Johnny over on all fours and eats out his friend’s smooth hole.
Johnny wants more, so Steven gives it to him by sliding his massive rod deep into Johnny’s ass crack, bareback. Johnny takes it like a champ, and after he gets used to Steven’s cock stretching his walls, Steven goes back in pounding Johnny’s tight hole relentlessly. Taking complete control, Steven pile-drives Johnny before laying back to let this tight stud ride him. After riding his friend, Johnny lays back and lets Steven pummel his hole until he blows a load of thick ropes all over his rock-hard abs. When it’s Steven’s turn to unleash, the big-dicked stud delivers a thick facial that Johnny licks up.
If you’ve ever looked at a superhero or comic-book icon and wondered what they’d look like naked, well you’re probably going to want to check out the work of Byron Power.
I caught up with Byron to talk about careers, commissions, and comics.
The origin story
“I’ve always been into drawing…” says Byron, when I ask how he got started as an artist. “My mum has said that if she didn’t know better – as an eye witness – she’d think that I’d been born with a pencil in my hand.”
“After art college, I had jobs in retail and in local government. Eventually, I just had to do art full-time.”
“I feel like we should all do jobs we love! Now, I really can’t imagine doing anything else. It sounds lame, I know, but art is kind of the love of my life.”
Sexed-up superheroes
“I think my love of drawing superheroes comes from watching a ton of cartoons as a kid…” explains Byron. “Cartoons featuring jacked-up, beefy guys in form-fitting spandex suits and furry loin cloths. I think my brain just stayed in that world instead of growing up.”
“What I love most about drawing characters like this is to try to express interesting facets of their personalities, which make them sexier to me. There’s nothing I like drawing more than a beefy, good-hearted, dumb-jock character, getting overwhelmed by a sticky situation.”
“One of the advantages of drawing superheroes is that they don’t usually offend Instagram’s community guidelines – even if they are posed more than a little suggestively.”
“My favourite guys to draw are original characters that I’ve created myself. They’re essentially designed to express facets of my own personality – even if they are infinitely fitter physically than I will ever be. I can let a little of my inner-self out through them.”
“I always want my work to be fun more than anything else. Even if I’m drawing sexy monsters at Halloween, I want there to be a sense of lightness and fun. If guys looking at my work also get a boner, then that’s every box ticked.”
The commissions
“Gay guys quite often feel a connection to the X-Men…” says Byron, reflecting on which characters are the most requested for commissions. “The X-Men are hated and feared for just being who they were born to be, so I can totally see why characters from that franchise are the most popular with my audience.”
“Because my style of drawing lends itself to sexed-up superheroes, it’s natural that people lean toward that genre when they’re commissioning work from me. Although, I’m just as happy drawing some hardcore sex scenes with no spandex or capes in sight!”
“I haven’t really had any weird commission requests. I’m super open-minded, and I can usually see the attraction to any kink, so nothing has shocked me all that much. A few times people have wanted me to draw them having sex with me, which I find pretty unnerving – that’s the only request that I’ve found especially weird!”
Heroes and inspirations
“My taste swings around a lot…” says Byron, when I ask him which artists he draws inspiration from. “At the moment, my absolute top hero in erotic art is Harry Bush. His work is super-hot and really plugs into a lot of kinks that resonate with me. His work is also unashamedly drawn – he was never trying to create a photograph, you always know you’re looking at a drawing, and it’s all the hotter for that. It’s devastating that he destroyed a lot of his art for fear of the implications of being outed, but I guess that just means that there’s some Harry Bush ideas floating freely around the universe!”
“Tom Of Finland is an enormous inspiration to me – and, frankly, to all gay erotic artists. He was essentially the pioneer of an aesthetic that has become so ingrained in gay culture that his impact will still be felt in centuries to come. Nobody – certainly nobody in the gay community – could fail to recognise Tom Of Finland’s work. Nobody will be that iconic again, but we can try!”
“The power of social media has created a global community of gay artists, particularly on Instagram. I’m so inspired by the supportive and encouraging dialogue that I have with so many artistic friends there. That is one of my greatest inspirations.”
The future
“I’m lucky enough to have my dream job, as an artist…” says Byron, when I ask him what the next few months might hold for him. “Being an artist is the hardest job that I’ve had, but also the most rewarding. In the months to come, I hope that I’ll still be doing this.”
“Luckily, as I work from home anyway, it’s a job that I’ve been able to continue through the coronavirus lock-down. Although, I’d really like to go to Starbucks again one day.”
“As well as doing commissions for people – which I especially love – I also recently took over as the artist on a gay-themed comic book called Velvet Collar. I took over from Issue 3, so in a couple of months I’ll be working on Issue 4. It’s about a group of gay sex-workers-turned-spies, taking on prejudiced black-ops groups and stuff – of course, there’s sexiness involved!”
