but this is the page
about my ongoing
messy video projects
looks pretty dull, huh?
but there's a reason for that,
so read on:
<I have quite a few websites online
but this is the page
about my ongoing
messy video projects
looks pretty dull, huh?
but there's a reason for that,
so read on:
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too much publicity for the production side of this little collective has proved to work very counterproductive: it will just attract lurkers here, to search for free wanking resources. although we have nothing against that kind of waste (of time and delicious juices) we here just want to get on with the job of making these shamelessly tasty projects and when we're done we devour our actions all over again on dvd and publish trailers and teazers of them here and on the websites of our friends at scatboy (for the younger crowd) and (for the really matured) at manscat
here we just pass on production details and give guidelines for those who want to be
part of the project, i.e. are narcissisticly proud of their body and what it produces, and would like to get in front of our cams to show it to the world.
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some of you may know I run a website dealing with homo-erotic-art. That website is access regulated. The company that runs the acess there has been forced by stricter US rules, thanx G.W. to no longer permit scat content. So that section of the site has come to live-in here. access is only given to masterclassmembers and my personal shitsuppliers. It houses the largest online collection of Bastille works and also is made in coöperation with one of the founding fathers of the shit community, Martin of Holland. I can only link to a small demo here to unveil just a tip of the shitpile. As with icebergs, and for our and their piece of mind, only a very small section can be visible to the general public. |
| My Private History, or how I gradually got to be at home in the shit community: Yep, as for most, this was a years long project for me too, like a second coming out but there was a start to it: not even that long ago, when you think about it here's the story:
I was of course once very Vanilla too,
but had a friend who was involved in organising
the scatparties at Vagevuur Eindhoven, NL. I did
not want to go along with him at first, until one day
he asked me If I would like to come filming there.
He said, if we get there early, you have a drink,
smoke some, have some poppers, you won't even notice
the increasing smell. Filming and lighting being part of
my profession, I did agree to help out with that,
as I thought that would be an excuse not to get involved.
Once there, I found the group of guys there, which had
flown in from all around the world was just the most
hardcore group of guys that you could ever find
assembled at one place. I was deeply impressed.
Also they were not the most hyper group of partyanimals, the types
that could only get to do this kind of extreme stuff with
a lot of partydrugs. Instead, most were very laidback and
intelligent and witty about the whole scene. Also they could
not be said to be part of one group. There were guys from
age 16 (legal age in NL) till well over 50 . Some were in
elaborate leather, or rubber, some just in everyday levi's , some
even in suit and tie. Others were in white briefs or naked.
I was impressed by the good looks of most.
I was most impressed by a very tall bubblebutt guy, his butt
really looked devine, sticking firmly out of a pair of ROB chaps.
and I could not stop filming him, which was pretty difficult,
because he mostly was at the center of the action.
At the end, when we were relaxing at the bar after I'd ran
through 3 vid cassettes, I just could not stop myself from
caressing his gorgeous butt with my hand. Instead of him
just ignoring that he sat himself up on top of the bar, and
opened his ass cheeks up wide right in front of my face.
As this was once again in the middle of a group of guys
I could not shy away anymore, and found myself
accepting the offer and in notime was with my nose and
tongue between those beautifull asscheeks, being stimulated on
by all these guys with beers in their hands. Luckily, I thought,
his bowels were emptied earlier, so the only thing I got from
his ass was one last fart. But then he turned around and
just stuck his dick, still covered in runny shit and slime straight
in my face. There was no saying no, being watched by so many, besides,
apart from being the most beautifull guy at the party, his was the most
impressive dick I'd seen all night, so I just opened up as far as I could
and accomodated it all the way down my throat.
I was the most beautifull end to the party I could imagine, being encouraged
on by all these great big hero men, suddenly at the center of the action. I
just felt deeply proud and happy that I'd stood my ground and had not
chickened out. And so I had my shit baptism.
More of what I get up to and involved with is
in my darkroomdiaries at
www.queerart.nl/log.html. It is not limited to scat there.
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