Dash

Dashiell ("Just call me Dash.") was a little hellion growing up. The only scion of a wealthy manufacturing family, he was always attracted to the darker side of the human condition. This perverse fascination, combined with a superior intelligence and nearly unlimited financial resources was a truly hellish combination in a "fallen angel"-sort of way. Crimes - theft, extortion, battery and even burglary - were easily covered up. What his charm and roguish good looks couldn't accomplish, payoffs could. His appetite for violence and crime was only rivaled by his appetite for men. It was the thrill and sheer delight in wrongdoing that made each escapade worthwhile.

Dash caught the attention of one of the local crime bosses when he became involved in a bar fight and permanently crippled Lucio Giambi's lieutenant. As the youngest crime lord in the city, Lucio needed to prove his mettle to the other syndicate bosses. Dash had to pay for this transgression and he would see to it. Personally.

All of that changed, however, when the two met face-to-face.

Imagine his surprise when Lucio entered his study and found a brutally handsome young man relaxing on his couch, a glass of brandy in one hand and a book in the other. A lit cigarette was in the large marble ashtray, its smoke lazily spiraling up in the cool air.

Dash put the book down and stood up. "I hear you've been looking for me. I thought we should have a talk."

Tall and well-built, Dash was dressed in a soft black leather sleeveless shirt which only served to frame his muscular shoulders and arms. Snug leather jeans - which clung to his long, strong legs and narrow waist - produced a living portrait just this side of obscene. His black motorcycle jacket was laid on the sofa. A black leather collar circled his neck and matching leather bands circled powerful wrists. His shaved head gleamed in the lamplight. A 100-watt smile creased Dash's face and traveled all the way up to his startlingly azure eyes.

"I was trying to find the best way to introduce myself - and I believed this was probably the fastest way to get results. I want to work for you, Lucio. After all, with the way your businesses COULD be expanding ..."

He slowly put the brandy snifter down on the end table.

"You really need someone with more expertise and connections than that cretin Anthony. Someone like me."

Lucio was taken aback. Not only by his demeanor, but by his sheer audacity. And by his looks. The leather stud's voice was a low, sexy tenor and his blue, blue eyes displayed equal parts of mischief, cunning, promise and danger. Dash slowly walked - no, swaggered - over to him. Each step closer brought a chiaroscuro of warm yellow light playing off gleaming black leather. Each step closer made his breathing quicken and heart race. What the hell was going on? How did he know?

Dash stood in front of him. The crime boss was trembling. A hand came up and stroked through Lucio's wavy brown hair. Dash smelled of leather and chocolate. Lucio inhaled deeply. Oh God. Angel for Men. His favorite cologne. Giambi took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. Dash pulled him closer and gently kissed him. He proceeded to run his lips across across Lucio's square jaw and down his neck, nibbling as he went along. The crime boss moaned with pleasure. Dash stopped at his open collar. "Command me, lord." he whispered. Lucio opened his eyes.

Blue eyes met brown. There was a hint of uncertainty in Dash's azure gaze. The spark between them burst into a raging inferno of desire and lust. The crime lord snaked his arm around his new lieutenant and partner and gave him a hard, deep kiss. He reached up and stroked the leather stud's face.

"When can you start?"

Whew! The Arnold mask really seemed to have a complete mind of it's own. And like my Derls, it's a near perfect fit. I knew when I first put it on a while ago that he was going to be a criminal - at that time I thought maybe hired muscle or an enforcer - but the whole sexy, wealthy evil character "clicked" from watching "Batman Begins". I was thinking, "What if Bruce Wayne was truly subverted by the League of Shadows? What would he be like?" He'd be Dash. Since this mask is part of the Greyland Masks (not Faces collection) the neck is a bit shorter all the way around. Hence the slightly S&M-ish use of the collar. For an incredible video of someone else with the same concept, check out "Gas Mask and Getting Ready to Go Out" on Youtube. Amazing!!

I love a man in uniform -- Request #1

Well, I got quite a number of requests clamoring to see more of Shayn in uniform (out of uniform is a different request altogether!!), so I did another photo shoot of my insatiable Army Ranger fooling around in some "formal" wear.

Rather than the backstory on the character - which you already have - I decided to give you a little backstory on the uniform.

This is called a "Mess Dress" uniform and is used for formal occasions. The uniform itself is vintage late 1940's - early 1950's and was originally a lieutenant's uniform - it is now a commander's uniform. The original two braids (one 1/2" and one 1/4" denoting a lieutenant second class) were replaced by three 1/2" braids. It is made of a very dense, very soft worsted wool that resists wrinkles and wears like iron.

In the United States Navy, a commander is above the rank of lieutenant commander, below the rank of captain, and is equivalent in rank to a lieutenant colonel in the United States Army, United States Marine Corps and the United States Air Force. A commander may command a frigate, destroyer, submarine, aviation squadron or shore installation, or may serve on a staff. A commander who commands a vessel may also be referred to as "Captain" as a courtesy title, or informally referred to as "skipper."

The braiding and line stars on the sleeves were very discolored, so I replaced them. The bullion braiding hasn't changed a whit in sixty years, but the line stars have changed a great deal.

The vintage ones were actually heavy gold thread with miniature chains holding them in place on a black wool background. The "modern" ones are cheaply machine-embroidered stars on a black fabric background. Ebay proved to be an excellent source and I was able to find a good pair of line stars (on a uniform, of course!) for a good price. I had my tailor swap the stars and resold the uniform!

The shirts are "official" USN tuxedo shirts, as are the studs and the cufflinks in the "black tie" pictures. The gold cummerbund is also the "official" navy regulation color - not yellow, not gold, but this particular color.

USN regulations state that for "white tie" events, a white pique tie and vest are required, and the vest must have three gold USN official buttons. Well, I found the vest, but had to order buttons separately and remove the mother of pearl ones and sew on the gold ones.

I always seem to have the most fun with the "Derl" molds of masks, and this particular photo shoot was indeed a pleasure - not only because of what I was doing, but because I know that I'm making several folks quite aroused ...

Ryan

Ryan was always good with his hands. And with his tools. With all of the building going on in the city, it was natural that he would take a job in construction - good pay, good hours and good benefits. Another incentive was the company. There was never-ending supply of handsome, well-muscled workmen he could spend time with. Cable guys, carpenters, phone installers, bricklayers, tile men and particularly, electricians.

A glance, a hand on a shoulder, a lingering stroke down a back - that's all that's usually needed to make a connection. Seeing powerful muscles straining beneath gleaming skin and hearing grunts of exertion is almost too much for our insatiable welder. Summer is his favorite time of the year - being surrounded by sweaty, half-naked men all day is Ryan's idea of heaven on earth. There's nothing like going to a silent, completed area with a journeyman, stripping down and drilling a handsome, young stud as he moans beneath you on a hard cold floor.

Or wrestling in plaster dust and slowly licking it off your partner as your hands trace his hard and hard-won muscles as he lies - panting - pinned beneath you. Or perhaps you beneath him. Ryan usually wears gloves on the job to protect his hands for these encounters. His slightly rough and callused fingers bring shivers of pleasure to his partners at every turn. He explores every part of his lover with the same intensity as a building inspector does looking for violations. He loves to wrap his booted feet around his buddy's waist as he gets drilled. Almost as much as he loves the feel of muscular legs on his shoulders and running his hands down quads, hamstrings and calves as he hammers away with his 8" tool.

The B.Will mask is part of the "Brend" line and is slightly larger than the "Derl" series of masks. It needs a bit of foam padding in the back of the head and at the chin. Other than that, it's another perfect addition to my collection. The eyes, on the other hand, are spectacular. It took a while to get the right "feel" with this mask since I wasn't getting the immediate vibe as I had with the Artist, Recidivist, Gomer and Viktor masks. The fact that the B.Will appears is an ethnic mask also increases the frisson of getting into character.

Alter Ego Break - The New Batch

Well, I ordered a new bunch of masks and they just got delivered yesterday. The ones I got were:

Filemon:

Brend:

Fandor:

VB:

Rudi Veber:

I bought the Filemon and the Clarke because I liked the molds and I figured with my successful eyeball surgery on the Felix mask, I wouldn't have any problem with these two. I had previously tried on an Ali (which is also based on the Filemon mold) but that mask was HUGE. I was planning on using the Filemon for layering masks.

The surgery was successful, but the two masks didn't quite meet my expectations for realistic eyes as my Felix did - I guess that mask is the exception to the rule. However, that's what sunglasses and graduated lenses are for! These two masks do indeed look superlative with my foam fillers and darkened glasses.

I also think that Greyland has changed the formulation on their foam latex - these new masks feel softer, smell different and cling to one's face much better.

The Filemon is perfect! Of course, I need some foam fillers in the back of the head, but the difference between the Ali and Filemon is night and day. My initial impression on the Filemon is an Arab "insurgent".

I already have a Clarke and a B.Will, which are based on the Brend mold, and this one is a great fit. Even better than the other two. With the eyes cut out, I can almost feel some type of partial Asian heritage in this alter ego. My initial plans are for a law enforcement officer, but this is dependent on getting a uniform - at least a shirt with patches.

The other three masks - the VB, the Fandor and the Rudi - are what I would term "older" faces and I don't know if I really like them. I have to see. I may resell them. The Fandor actually creeps me out a bit - which is something for me.

Shayn and the SEAL

The room reeked of sex. A fine sheen of sweat covered the two muscular servicemen as they lay spooned together - the room was just beginning to brighten and the ceiling fan turned lazily in the sultry air. After a marathon session last night, Shayn and Christian held each other and fell asleep - Christian had Shayn's 8" tool buried in his chute; Shayn had his arm thrown protectively over the young SEAL. Even this morning, Chris had moved closer, pulling himself deeper onto the Ranger's semi-hard rod, still embedded in his eager hole. Shayn woke first and smiled to himself. What a night! What a great two-day leave! Thank God he found Chris to make his trip to Manila worthwhile. He gently disengaged himself from the sleeping Navy officer and moved quietly into the bathroom.

Just before he left yesterday, he had given himself a full body shave; however, he needed a good close trim this morning to get rid of the beard stubble. Maybe he should try that stuff Scotty always used - it was some type of citrus-based depilatory that made his staff sergeant smooth as a baby's ass and tasting faintly of oranges. He started the hot water running and took out his shaving kit. As he was lathering up, he looked back through the mirror to see Christian padding into the bathroom.

"Damn, he's such a good-looking fucker," he thought to himself. The SEAL had short blonde hair and clear gray eyes. He sported a starburst tattoo around his navel -- accenting his ripped, 8-pack abdomen in the most obscene way -- and had an intricate black ink tribal design stretching across the front of his shoulder, around the deltoid and across the shoulder blade.

" 'Morning, handsome."

"That's Lieutenant Commander Handsome, soldier." he smiled. The Navy officer put his hands on Shayn's trim waist and started kissing the back of the ranger's neck. "I felt so damn empty without you in me."

The soldier grinned to himself. That's what most of men of his squad had said at one time or another. They couldn't get a decent night's sleep any more without a dick up their ass. Or a fist. Maybe he was starting a new Navy tradition.

"Hey Chris....?"

"Mmmmmmm?" he had moved his lips down the soldier's neck, and began licking the sweat from between his shoulder blades.

"I saw a bunch of uniforms in your closet ... could I try them on? I always wanted to be in the Navy."

Christian lifted his head and looked over Shayn's shoulder. "Sure, lover, why not? We're about the same size ..."

His gray eyes twinkled as he licked the ranger's ear.

"... And I'm sure that some ... disciplinary action ... will have to be taken regarding you impersonating a naval officer."

When I do a photo shoot, I post the entire collection on one of Yahoo's groups area. When I initially put up Shayn, I had also created a poll and asked, "Do you want to see Shayn in uniform?" The responses were overwhelmingly positive, so I decided to do a second photo shoot of my soldier. I only have Navy uniforms, so I had to develop a backstory as to why the Army Ranger was sporting Navy clothes.