My friend's fantasy

I didn't publish this sketch drawing when it was made, I believe… it is a fantasy of one of my friends - torture and sexual abuse where he and me would be in role of victims… he is in the central position while I am trying to relieve him by taking the sound from his piss hole....

Sorry for the poor quality of the photo...

tribute to Toshimi Oda - inspired by his work

Original image by Toshimi Oda

 

 

As I don't know Japanese language, I can only guess what the original image is about.. still it has a strong impact on me. The Oda's work is perfect as it is. I hope you will excuse my poor atempt of creating my own version of the scene... Have a great Sunday!

 

An offer

An offer to the guest of the party...
...would you like a little entertainment?

apeliates castrated

It was time...
Apeliates, tied to the hooks on the wall, stood completely naked, when a man with a butcher's apron came to him. He reached down between Apeliates' legs and took his tied up ballsack in his left hand. His right hand, holding a large, sharp knife, did a fast move. The blade cut the scrotum open and both testicles fell out hanging on the spermatic cords. The man than took hold of tied man's penis and jerked him, frist slowly, but then faster and faster... even though his ballsack was cut, Apeliates shoot a huge load, while the drops of blood were falling down from the knife blade.
Now, after the last ejaculation, the penis will be cut and so the testicles and all the pieces will be thrown into the bucket, standing between Apeliates' legs.
The cook had been waiting for them....

The first cut

The yard was full of fresh air of late Spring... the grass, pushing up through the paving at the foot of the wall, was green and full of will to live and grow. Light breeze was playing with the hair of the naked man, hanging on the tripod by the tied ankles... his wrists tied to the two of the three poles. His head was just few inches from the ground.
His cock, still held in the hand of the other man, wearing a leather apron and rubber waders, was dripping the last drops of sperm.
This was the last load released... all of them were preserved in a glass jar.
Now, the time has come for the first cut...

Public crucifixion

,,Take your hand off it… you can’t hide it anymore. Now you’ll be on display for anyone once we nail your hands and feet to the wood… Pray that no-one will have the idea to "play" with your body, especially with your jewels.”

Minister's garden party

The minister gave small private parties. He never admited his preference for male to male sex… it was easy to cover it under his sadism, surprisingly more acceptable in the political VIPs circles.
Every now and then some “convicted” gay was brought to his private ranch from the prison and there the poor guy was sodomised, used and abused and in the end tortured to death, which was inspired by another passion of the minister - collecting art depicting martyrdom of saints.