Art by HE THONG

Dear friends, On the verge of my 60th birthday,  and at the culmination of a peculiar year, I feel it's time to say goodbye. Starting today, I will not be posting new pictures, although this blog and my gallery in Coiled Fist, where my most recent artwork was offered to you, will still be available.  I would like to thank all of you for having shared with me the enjoyment of my art, through many supportive words that you have sent along two decades to my several blogs and websites. It has been a pleasure to contribute my fantasies to yours. See you elsewhere! He Thong

  Can you guess what this important occasion is?

 

 As every evening at this same time, the famous Nigerian beast tamer Akon and his son Oki are ready to enter the circus ring in a few seconds. It was exactly one year ago that Akon saw his occupation jeopardized by the new worldwide prohibition of using wild animals in circus acts. Fortunately, his close contacts with slave traders brought a solution faster than he imagined...  

The last step in Zulima's preparation for its visit to the Sheik's chambers is to get it hard, since Master demands that his favorite always presents itself in full erection. It's the dwarf slave which takes care of vigorously stroking the oily meat pole, while Zalima's hair receives the final touch in accordance with Master's likings.     There goes the splendid African slave, amid the satisfied gaze of its assistants, to spend the rest of the day attending its owner. From time to time, Zulima takes the dwarf slave with it, as it knows Master likes to amuse himself watching his favorite use the little animal as a sex toy, between his repeated penetrations of that muscular black ass of his possession.

  Well before the Sheik's limousine crosses the monumental gates of his magnificent estate, bringing Master from his business meetings downtown, the slaves begin preparing Zulima for today's visit to Master's chambers. They control that its armpits, pubic hair and anus are impeccably shaved. They polish the golden rings that adorn the outstandingly beautiful body at several points. Finally, they anoint the smooth, velvety dark skin with oils aromatized with the finest spices and perfumes, brought to the Sheik from all over the globe.   It is customary that, as the lesser white slaves work on its body, Zulima kills that idle time having fun with the dwarf slave, which has become a kind of pet for the African. 

As the favorite of Sheik Khwarismi, young Zulima enjoys many privileges that the other slaves cannot even dream of. First of all, amidst hundreds of nameless slaves, Zulima is the only one that bears a proper name -a typical Arab female name, quite appropriate for a man's sex toy. Second, because of the use it is given by its owner, Zulima has not been chastitized, its massive dark penis and balls hanging between its muscular legs much to the admiration and envy of its fellow slaves. Third, a corner of the vasts apartments of the Sheik's harem is especially reserved to Zulima, and a crew of four or five white slaves is exclusively destined to its service. The slaves attend Zulima in all its daily needs, including its sexual satisfaction -a special gift from its generous Master.  Among them, Zulima prefers to fuck a dwarf slave which, because of its mature age, knows many secrets to deliver maximal pleasure, while impaled in the rock-hard burning mast of African meat.

    Thanks to his fixation with workout and the Japanese genes from the side of his mother, my young neighbor and good friend Tsundere is getting really big. His already enormous frame is now covered by a plethoric muscularity, and I think that he has overcome 120 kg. The problem is that his testosterone levels are so high that the least hint to sensuality is  enough to arouse him sexually! Fortunately, the decorated slaves that I keep in my home's sauna are not there just to adorn the room, and they know very well what to do when they see an erection...

 

  Prince Hastali raised his royal arm, clad in the finest gold, over the trembling collection of slaves assembled before him, the unique collars around their necks indicating their status as his harem slaves. The first whore for the night had been chosen easily enough and was roughly hoisted into the air by one of the nameless eunuch giant overseers whose relentless management kept the regal heir's harem in famous condition. Prince Hastali could already picture the deep crimson stripes he would inflict onto the flesh of the pitiful hairless beast before the night' end. "But, now" he mused "for something different." Unlike other nobles who contend themselves with a monotonous menagerie of nearly identical slaves reflecting the man's narrow desires, Prince Hastali was a Lord of manifold interests. He preferred some variety in his ever-changing cast of harem slaves. He didn't tolerate to have to decide between, say, a hairless brute pulled from the mine

 

Spartan generals know that they can always secure a victory on the most ferocious enemies, but at a very high price: they must sacrifice their best warrior to Ares, the God of War. In today's battle against the Athenians, they cannot risk a defeat. The sacrificial victim is a Philistine mercenary -a huge man, stronger than three Greek soldiers- who has served Sparta for two years now. Last night, he has been narcotized and his eyes  torn out, and today at sunrise he has been brought to the ceremonial pier of Kalamata. Ares himself crosses the Messenian Gulf to collect the tribute. By the time victory is announced in Sparta, the towering Philistine will have been given as food to Kerberos, the hound of Hades.  

"The land that we have gone through as spies is a land that devours its inhabitants; and all the people that we saw in it are of great size. There we saw the Nephilim... and to ourselves we seemed like grasshoppers, and so we seemed to them." (Numbers 13:32–33)

Read about the original Tarzan's antmen story here !

  Having just turned sixteen, Hattusili is the youngest, biggest, and strongest warrior of the Hittite infantry. As soon as he became enrolled in the army, he chose two of his fellow soldiers -two older, but very hot, very muscular men- as his boyfriends. The two fortunate warriors, Kurunta and Mursili, could hardly believe how lucky they were when Hattusili approached them to let them know his decision.   Now, Hattusili and his boyfriends spend most of their free time by the sea, at the shore resorts reserved to the Hittite army, swimming and sunbathing at leisure. Their always playful mood frequently lead them to sexual games. Kurunta and Mursili can't help being permanently erect when they are near their boyfriend's huge muscularity. Hattusili, on the other hand, needs their full aid to get his massive penis hard. He penetrates the two men several times, but never allows them to fuck him. Once he is satisfied and his boyfriends have licked clean his still pulsating meat p

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Three young brothers, former slaves to a late colonel of the Pannotian army, were abandoned  to their fate when their owner died in a recent battle against the Barbarian invaders. They are now begging a warrior of the conquering hosts to take them as his property. Used to the relatively benign life conditions of Pannotian slaves, they can hardly imagine how harsh it is to serve a  brutal Barbarian in the gelid climates of his Northern dwelling...

    First formal dinner with new girlfriend, perhaps?    

    A wonderful day for moving! While Demian waits for the moving truck, which should be there in some ten minutes, the slaves of the moving company bring outside all his possessions: his clothes in suitcases, his domestic slaves inside their cages, and all the other things in the big moving boxes provided by the company themselves. Furniture, on the other hand, is left behind. Demian plans to buy brand-new equipment, combining with the art-nouveau style of his new residence.      

 

Recent progress in slave selection and training methods have produced a whole new generation of almost perfectly conditioned male slaves in excellent shape. This, however, has brought about one unforeseen side effect. When confronted with this type of perfectly shaped and trained slave, old-school slave keepers frequently feel offended, disadvantaged, or plainly envious. For generations, the normal public appearance of a slave has been their metal neck collar and chastity frame as the only pieces of  body armor. Traditionally, the slaves were branded or tattooed their owners mark  on their stripped body for everyone to detect and recognize. Some owners preferred part of their stock to wear extra rings through their noses or genitals, sometimes even in precious metals to demonstrate wealth or cultural traditions. Conservative forces have now prompted restrictive measures banning slave nakedness in public places. Slave owners are forced to take measures to  comply these reg

  Yesterday, looking at some old pictures, I have recalled that one of the visitors here once asked whether my family owned slaves when I was a child. So, I have chosen this image to publish in my blog today. In the picture, taken when I was six or seven years old, I am playing at the beach near home with two of my parent's slaves.  By those good old days, it was fashionable that slaves were fully shaved (sometimes, even their eyebrows and eyelashes!) and that they weared heavy bronze collars. Note that their brands are not tattooed, as nowadays, but acid-burned on their skin. I recall very well the slave which I am riding in the picture. It was a very young, very large specimen, whose incredible musculature often had me mesmerized even as a child. As I became of age, it was one of the first  that I mounted -this time, sexually speaking, of course. When my father and mother died -by that time, I already had my own slave stock- it was donated to the government and sent to the fields

  After his first visit to the antmen's village , Tarzan persuaded three of them to spend a few days at his own home.  At first, he didn't dare to confess to the three little men the true purpose of the invitation, but they soon understood what was going on. After all, they were well used to give pleasure to each other at their village.  Now, two or three times a day, one of the antmen climbs up and masturbates Tarzan, wrapping his muscular little body around the warm meat of the towering cock, while another one  plunges his face between the Ape Man's balls and gives the giant testicles a vigorous massage, while licking the rough skin. Tarzan grabs the third antman and puts him down on his chest, to work on one of his nipples. Definitely, he thinks, he needs a fourth one for his other teat. Tomorrow, he will pay a second visit to the hadsome white little towers...  

Did I tell you that my other three roommates are straight? Now, listen to what happened the day after I jerked Ezekiel off. It was late in the afternoon, when the giant Anwalan bounced into the bedroom covered in sweat -probably coming from the gym- and announced that he couldn't stand his horniness anymore, and that he would have to fuck the four of us straight away. My roommates' complaints and laments were useless: Ezekiel locked the door and forced us on our fours, asses well in the air, on his bed. In less than half an hour, we had been harshly fucked and our bowels were full of his scalding cum. I wonder how Ming Yang's shrill howls were not heard by anybody outside the room... That same evening, Ezekiel recognized that he had been too rude with us, but that -after such a long sexual abstinence- his horniness had grown beyond his control. However, he had found a solution: from then on, he would choose and fuck only two of us every day and, as a

Thomas, our giant classmate, has no problem that the six gay students in the class -including me, of course- spend hours and hours worshiping his magnificently huge body. However, he does not allow us to be completely nude in his presence: "I really hate to have to look at your pitiful erections!" , he says with his booming voice. We are beginning to believe that he is straight, after all...

Some ten days ago, Ezekiel and I were alone in our bedroom. The Anwalan giant looked somehow gloomy, when he suddenly asked: “ I am gay, you know? Are you gay too? “ The question took me by surprise, and I only was able to stutter: “ Wha…? No… I… well, yes, I am ”. The answer seemed to cheer him up a lot and, taking me up to his eye level, he asked if I would mind jerking him off. As I was trying to recover from this new surprise, he explained that self-masturbation was strictly forbidden by his religion. In his country, at least within wealthy families, it was normally slaves which masturbated their owners. None of his many servants had survived the Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, though.  It was with mixed feelings that I agreed to jerk him off. The ejaculation was portentous, and impacted right on my face. And guess what? Ezekiel’s religion prescribes that human semen cannot be thrown away, but must always remain inside someone’s body… anybody, except its maker. It

Manuel’s opinion on Ezekiel changed -as well as mine- last week, when our Anwalan giant roommate took off his mesh shirt and invited the four of us to feel his huge muscles. Effortlessly, he took Michael and myself by our asses and lifted us to his chest’s level, so we could have a close view of his pecs and shoulders. Meanwhile, Manuel admired the portentous thighs, and poor Ming Yang -who is the shortest in the room- pitifully begged to be taken up with us. To my surprise, Manuel eventually asked Ezekiel to show his glutei. The giant obliged immediately and dropped his underwear. There it was, fully visible for the first time, the colossal piece of meat of his penis, as long as my forearm and twice as wide as my wrist. While Ezekiel played with Michael and Ming Yang as if they were dolls, I silently grabbed and stroked the monster cock, hoping that this would not be seen by Manuel or displease the giant. Fortunately, neither Manuel nor Ezekiel seemed to notice

It is now two years that Epaminondas, the Theban general, has liberated the helots from two centuries of slavery under the Spartan yoke. Many of the helots, not having a homeland that they could call their own, offered themselves as slaves to their liberators. Epaminondas himself took three young brothers for his personal service, but also to help the poor things as their erastes -their moral mentor and sexual penetrator. Following the Theban custom, the slaves' penises were immediately cut, but -to preserve their masculine demeanor- their testicles were spared. They were completely shaved, except for a strip of hair in the top of their heads, and white-hot branding irons with Epaminondas initial were applied to their left breasts and right buttocks. Since then, they have learnt to give pleasure to their owner and erastes with all kinds of caresses, games, and dances, especially after the long hours of exhausting combat training, when Epaminondas likes to relax by t

In the frame of the state’s Young Giant Integration Program, our college has recently admitted eight or nine of the victims of last year’s Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, whose growth in height and size has been so much enhanced by radiation. One month ago, the college’s dean announced that one of them -Ezekiel Swala- would share our bedroom. Our individual beds were replaced by a four-bed bunk to make room for the enormous newcomer’s bed. We didn’t like the change too much, but we did understand how important it was to help those unfortunate people.  Ezekiel is now above 2.5 meters (8 feet) tall, his weight is 320 kilograms (705 pounds), and he may not have reached his final size. In spite of the radiation, he looks quite healthy to me. He speaks perfect English. I wonder whether his mesh underwear, whose view sometimes keeps me mesmerized for long minutes, is typical Anwalan. Michael and Ming Yang, two of my roommates, soon became friends with Ezekiel. On the contrary,

N.B.: Antmen are the male offspring of a female-only population, directly descending from the ancient Amazons, who live in the Central African forests. These warrior women breed with their slaves -occasional captives chosen because of their strong physiques and big genitals- but keep their female children only. Male babies' lives, however, are spared by their mothers' instinct. They are fed, during their first weeks, with the milk of a small primate ape, which drastically shrinks their size and limits their body growth to a final height of less than 25 cm (10"). After no more than six weeks, they are abandoned at the edge of the Southern savannahs where, if they are not first found by large birds or wild animals, they are rescued by their elder peers and taken to their village. Antmen's handsome white houses, in the form of several-storey towers up to 1.5 m (5') in height, are built below a small group of flowering trees, a few miles away from Tarzan's d