To be totally honest, I'm not even a fan of Speedos except on Olympic swimmers and divers. I prefer that something be left to the imagination. (And in many cases, my imagination would have given much more credit than the skimpy apparel gives emphasis.) - And I really dislike shaved men, however handsome and hung (or not) they are.
Patience is a virtue, but who wants to be virtuous? 4283 Posts 4/00
Posted - Jul 21 2001 : 2:10AM
Aesthetically, I like the second picture (the white one with the straps). Kinda reminds me of bondage. Or of a cock cage. (Gay Satyr - you know what I mean, or am I going off on a tangent here?)
I know exactly what you are talking about. I looked at their site. A lot of their stuff is mild bondage / cock & balls torture oriented. I suspect it appeals to the leather wannabes. My favorites are the black lace-up-the-front shorts in the first image (above) and this one:
I'd like both on my BF, but then he has the body for them; I don't.
Why on Earth would anyone want to tie Willy up like that??? If I ever wore something like that to bed, my wife would die laughing. There's no way anyone could take themselves seriously wearing that thing.
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Posted - Jul 21 2001 : 8:18PM
Feh. All we need is cut up some tights, sew Tina Tyler's name on it, and merchandise is as "The Newest Product in the Market". We gunna get rich!
................................... True love is like Coke in green glass bottles. They don't make it anymore.
I think I'm with your wife on this - if my partner appeared in something like that - I would snicker myself silly, if not downright belly laugh. Mind you, I do appreciate the aesthetic value of some of the garments, but well, to see some fella walking about in them? No, no, no - that's just a giggle waiting to happen. Now, there were these lil bikini brief things I forced my poor partner to wear, they had velcro fasteners on the sides. He didn't look particularly sexy in them, but I had WAYYYYYY too much fun tearing them off. All evening long, I'd pull one side off, and he'd put it back on, and I'd tear it back off. I couldn't wait to get to bed that evening.