Not so polite and gentle

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If I mention the country Finland, the name Tom pops up, right? Tom of Finland of course, know for his highly masculinized fetish art works. His real name is Touko Laaksonen and his gay pornographic images feature mainly macho men with exaggerated cocks, muscled torso and ass. They always have short hair, no beard, and are often dressed in uniform: navy man, patrol police, jail officer... When I met Matt, a 26-year old Finnish guy, at the bath house in downtown Toronto, Canada, I asked him if he was a slutty Tom of Finland descendant. He immediately told me that his preference went to Gengoroh Tagame.

Tagame is a Japanese manga artist noted for his works depicting graphic themes of sadomasochism, sexual violence and hypermasculinity. He is celebrated around the world for his ground-breaking work, complete with masterful imagery and unbridled exploration of bondage, lust, passion, and romance. For him, violence is manly, and the experience of danger is exciting.

Don’t get me wrong, Matt is not a violent or dangerous guy. He barely measures 5 feet 7 (170 cm) and doesn’t weigh more than 152 lbs (69 kg), nothing to scare the hell out you! He is known to be nice, polite and gentle. The other side of the coin is quite different. Matt likes to be tied up, and raped by an aggressive dick or a darting tongue. Oh, I forgot to mention that my friend is a vegetarian, so if the cock has the size of an egg plant, and if the tongue is like an asparagus, then he’s more than satisfied.

I’m known to have a sharp tongue in discussions, and even more in ass eating. Matt was overjoyed when I buried my face in his crack, slapped his tight butt, licked his back-door, sucked his rose bud, and tongue twisted my way with frenzy into his satanic haven. My prowess was sharpened by the fact that Matt wore a jockstrap and that his ass was superbly draped with red-white-blue waist and thigh elastics. I’m French and I immediately saw the French flag that I had to honor, so to speak, lol.

Matt and I both ended up enjoying pillow talk, jumping from one subject to an another, with a lick, a kiss or a bite in between, frotting our dicks as soon as they started to rise. Chilli in the frolics and in the discussion too. I found out that Matt has a fetish for men in uniforms. Security guards rank pretty high.

- I sometimes indulge in small shoplifting just to have a security guard run after me.
- An what happens if he catches you?
- We end up in a backroom, I plead distraction, I discretely brush my knee on his crotch, I naively smile, and he starts to grab my jewels, you know what I mean, not a cheap bracelet or necklace, the real lottery prize!
- Amazing! And he ends up fucking you?
- Not so fast, I tell him that I deserve to be punished, that I want to be tied up naked to a warehouse post, and spanked in a manly fashion.
- Which is one way of saying that you long to be beaten by his stiff rod…
- How did you guess?
- You’re a fucking little pervert inspired by Gengoroh Tagame’s filthy mind, lol.
- Indeed, I adore being humiliated, beaten, tortured, raped and pleasured by an older man in a uniform.

Over a short time, I learned that Matt’s definition of “uniform” was pretty large. It included, for example, the white, green or blue medical clothing worn by dentists. At first, when he had an appointment with Dr. Benson, he took pleasure in having the dentist stuck a thick finger in his mouth, but was to shy to make a move. I told him: “Listen, Matt, no risk, no trick!” Now, my friend moans with pleasure, while nonchalantly brushing his right elbow against the dentist’s crotch. This inevitably triggers a bulge and an instant reaction. Dr Benson locks the door, shuts the blinds, pulls out his extra tool and attacks Matt’s wide-opened mouth.

A violent behavior of that nature is exactly what my friend dreams about when he’s flipping through the pages of Gengoroh Tagame’s graphic-novel Endless Game. Dr. Benson has become a vivid depiction of the mangaka’s erotic pulsions. By now, Matt’s one-eyed trouser snake has sneaked out of its jockstrap and made a “coming out” in the dentist chair. While fucking his patient’s brain, Dr. Benson strangles the snake and gives Matt a brutal jerk-off. They both sense that their volcano is ready to erupt. They both explode, and Matt can not refrain from screaming HOLY FUCK at the top of his two heads, skull and mushroom!

The receptionist feels sorry: “Why is Dr. Benson hurting such a polite and gentle guy?”