Art by HE THONG

Before anyone asks, the figure to the right is not a slave but a hundtlan (cf. German "Hündlin" = bitch). In some ancient North European tribes, a hundtlan  was a young male from a noble family who did not have the necessary virility or strength to become a warrior. As soon as this condition was assessed, the family handed out the youngster -along with a generous dowry- to any nobleman who would accept him. From then on, the hundtlan was considered to be just another female among the nobleman's wives. Her duties spanned from taking care of domestic chores to joining the party of women and slaves that, each night, gave sexual pleasure to their lord. A hundtlan was usually taken by her husband to the battlefield -where, on the basis of supersticious beliefs, born females were not allowed.  There, she lighted the fire, prepared and served her husband's meals, attended his clothing, provided for his sexual relief, and was often shared for sex with...

Colonial skyscrapers gleam with unrivaled brilliance atop the rubble of North America while caucasian drudges, like Trum, crawl through the subterranean mines. Six days a week, the dirty laborers scramble to fill massive cargo ships with raw material bound for the booming Asian economic ports across the Pacific Ocean. He only ever sees the stunning golden faces of Asian Superiors when they descend from their glass and steel palaces in order to monitor the herds of white workers. In their presence, Trum has learned to always keep his face downcast, out of deference, and to push his brutish body to work even harder. On the seventh day, Trum labors on an organic pomelo plantation to earn some extra rice rations. Like the other whites on the plantation, he wears an ill-fitting muzzle to prevent him from eating the valuable pomelos which are destined for the sparkling restaurants of Hong Kong and Tokyo. If he is lucky, the automatic sprinklers will, by happenstance, spray him and offe...

At lunchtime, Superman is still not done with the role playing, since both Blue Boy and Yellow Boy are such easy victims. As Red Boy serves him lunch, the two "bad slaves" crouch under the table as dogs at the feet of their master. They are given some raw chow from a can, which they have to eat not using any cutlery or even their hands. Every now and then, Superman kicks their butts or presses their faces with his feet into the pet dish. Using his attendants in this way has become something of a standard entertainment in his spare time, which he enjoys more and more. In his mind, he sometimes gets strange ideas of humiliating these manservants in even more severe ways, although they are extremely loyal and dedicated to him. He has never met humans more accepting of his demands and willing to grant all his wishes, even those he didn't fully understand himself, being an 100%-straight man raised by decent folk. Before ending the game and getting clean and dressed for hi...

Yellow Boy and Blue Boy look forward to Superman's day off, especially when their boss decides to submit them to their favorite game of role-playing. As Superman commands Red Boy to fetch a metal whipping stick, the three manservants immediately know what is expected of them. First, Superman strips both Yellow Boy and Blue Boy from their skimpy tight uniforms, usually pulling the fabric from their bodies with his teeth. Both attendants can't help immediately getting an erection, as Superman hurls their naked bodies over his broad and hairy shoulders and carry them to the kitchen, like a butcher carrying stripped carcasses ready for dissection. Red Boy prepares the kitchen for the torture session, while Superman keeps degrading his two victims verbally, since he knows Blue Boy has all the specifics of a gay slut, and Yellow Boy is a grateful prey, who gets more and more excited being humiliated in all possible ways. One at a time, Superman grabs by the heel one of his ...

Having the day off, Superman enjoys a quiet breakfast full of vitamins, served by Blue Boy, while his other two attendants take care of his massive body. Sitting on a stretcher next to his private swimming pool, Superman has his naked muscles massaged by Yellow Boy, who applies a lotion to protect the skin against the already strong sunlight. Red Boy is very skilled in taking care of Superman's feet and toenails. He loves doing this job, while watching and admiring the shape of the gigantic feet. Sometimes, when his boss is sleeping, he allows himself to lick the soles and the odorous skin between the toes. He knows this can make Yellow Boy somewhat jealous, because having Superman's feet rest on his head fills this submissive young manservant with excitement. It is Yellow Boy who permanently longs to have his head locked between Superman's hairy armpits or between the mighty thighs, his nose pressing against the enormous, moist balls. After breakfast, Superman likes t...

Waking up from his dreams , Superman usually finds two of his ' boys ' stroking his immense, rock-hard morning wood. The magnificent curved erection reaches a proud pulsating length of 30 cm (12") and a good 6 cm (2.5") in diameter, thus often being handled by both Red Boy and Blue Boy, while Yellow Boy licks, kisses, and softly bites the rough skin of the orange-sized hairy balls, down to the richly muscular yet extremely sensual anal sphincter. Superman's body shakes heavily and his powerful muscles contract as he shoots his first morning load. Slowly opening his eyes he moans a sleepy "Thanks, boys. Needed that." Without need of further orders, the three attendants lick the warm semen from the vast hairy torso. Before getting out of  bed, Superman does some morning exercise by playfully wrestling his three manservants in various positions, just to stretch his muscles. Without admitting it, he likes to feel the smooth skin of his attendants' l...

Just relaxing on the couch before going to bed, with a glass of wine and watching some porn on the TV, Clark tries to forget about Lois ("-That bitch has made me horny as hell!"). Maybe she was just playing games with him. At moments like this, he realizes that being among men gives him much comfort. His boys know exactly how their boss has to be pleased. This is one of the reasons he likes to have them around permanently, watching their smooth almost-naked bodies,  and feeling them clinging to his. "-Yeah, boys, I could have some serious release right now." Clark has his hands rest on the bare lower bodies of Jamie and Axel, knowing that it would take only seconds before they would develop an erection of their own if he ordered so. Maybe, to get in the mood, he would allow them to jerk off just for the fun of watching them stroking their tiny boners. Jamie and Axel are licking his hairy breast and sucking his nipples, while Trevor nestles his head between Clark...

Clark feels frustrated that Lois had to leave shortly after their romantic dinner. Something like an important commission for the Daily Planet she couldn't miss. Left behind alone makes Clark long for her body even more. In daytime, they have to act like mere colleagues. As Superman, he cannot endanger his big love. And now that they finally had been together privately, their intimacy was disturbed again. It is still an early night as Clark decides to go to bed. "-Let's call it a day, boys". Without need of further orders, his manservants know what they have to do. They help him strip from his clothes. His underwear almost seems unworn as Jamie and Axel pull it down. Trevor is standing ready with Clark's favorite flip-flops, as the three attendants admire the magnificent naked body of their boss and idol. They are more than willing to please all their superior's wishes. Just like in his dream, Clark can't suppress a raging erection any longer. A couple ...

Everything is set for a perfect night with Clark's true love Lois. His attendants have prepared and are serving a wonderful meal to the couple. By now, Lois has got used to seeing her lover's almost-naked servants running around and pleasing Clark in any way they can. Being treated like the most special guest feels quite nice for the young female reporter. "-Oh, Clark, I've missed you so much! Did you think of me too?" "-Sure babe, you're always on my mind". With his clean clothes, looking at her through his spectacles and smelling freshly shaven and washed, he makes Lois so happy and in love with the man of her dreams. Clark somehow can't get rid of the memory of his recent dream, standing right in front of his girlfriend, with his portentous boner saluting at her eye level. If he tells her about this dream, he probably will frighten her away. Women usually are rather complicated in matters of love and intimacy, he knows. How his father Jor-E...