The Other Side of François Sagat

We are all aware that François Sagat has earned the highest accolades for his career as an adult entertainer. But did you know that in his free time, François Sagat designs art for tee shirts for a company called Fade? Fade is owned by his old Studio Berçot fashion school buddy Oliver Bobin, whom he met 10 years ago. Monsieur Bobin likes to include other intriguing personality’s contributions in his works and has thus invited edgy musical groups, artists with fresh points of view and gay iconoclasts, such as François to do so. He feels that these artists add uniqueness and mystery to his designs.

Here are some examples of designs François has done for Fade's tee shirts:

His latest drawing is for a Fade tee shirt for the Belgian band “Vive la Fête”. François was given the instruction to draw the protagonists as skeleton’s playing guitars. Here is what he came up with:

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The above drawing is just marvelous, even though it is just a start. It is so whimsical, charming, lovely and macabre all at the same time. I just adore how the sun’s rays are knives. What I really like about this and all of François’ drawings are the patience applied to achieve detail, the apparent knowledge of anatomy, innate sense of graphic design, and creativity and cleverness. All of this demonstrates that he has great potential as an artist.

François demonstrates that he is an experienced model by showing his own creations:

The tee shirt with his designs can also be dressed up to be worn out to a night to a club or even to a wedding. Here they are as modeled in Fade fashion shows:

Here is a promotional poster for a Fade fashion show that includes a photo of François showing that they are using his image in their advertising:

And a collage made by François for Fade of his own photography:

More collages can be seen on his blog.

He has also worked on a Book for Fade’s web site. The book includes Fade’s products in François' photographs presented in graphic layouts and is worth a look as François has put quite an effort into it.

As an avid photographer François has also put together slide shows for his blog. My favorite slide show of his is one he did about his feelings when he first met Francesco D’Macho. He reveals his soul in this show with one just or two words for each photo. I love it when he labels meeting Francesco as “salvation” and says that he is “not alone” any more. You can find it here along with all of his other slide shows.

Upcoming projects include his working with known fashion photographers David Armstrong and Bernard Willhelm on varying projects that shall be posted on his blog shortly.

François’ is a very talented graphic artist and accomplished photographer loaded with creativity and energy to produce works. My hope is that he finds more opportunities to explore his innate creativity and artistic gifts and use other mediums of expression. I think he is well positioned to do so and the future looks very bright for the other side of Monsieur Sagat.

Friday Fantasy - Part 5, Egyptian Escapade

The young explorer was regaining his consciousness slowly and painfully. What a headache he had. Why did his thigh hurt? Why was he naked? Where was he? The world came slowly back into focus. He was in a large curtained room. The curtains were silk in gold and orange hues; very pretty. They fluttered in the breeze. He was lying on some comfy embroidered silk cushions with tassels. He rolled over and there was Roble next to him also naked. Roble was also just beginning to come around. They looked at each other and both had no idea where they were. Then they remembered what had happened. They were at the mud brick house together under mosquito netting; they were attacked, shot with darts and that was why their thighs hurt. But where were they now? Tentatively they reached out to each other and touched finger tips.

Two more naked men came into the room. In monotone unison they said, “Welcome to the harem of Akbar at Bubastis! You will serve the Master’s pleasure without question or suffer painful consequences.”

The young explorer looked at Roble and said, “Oh shit, that can’t be good!”

Roble answered, “No kidding.”

But the two men didn’t respond at all to their quips. It was like they were on drugs. They were on drugs! Their eyes were hollow, empty and their souls were sucked dry. Then the two men left, zombie like, with out reaction.

“At least we know where we are, Bubastis, the city of the Egyptian goddess Bastet. That is not far from Cairo.”, said Roble.

The Egyptian Goddess Bastet

“Uh huh. A harem, for men? That’s weird.”

“For a gay man, you can be so narrow minded, Mr. Butterfly!”

“What will we do to get out of here?”

“Let’s look around and for a way to escape.”

So, they both got up and looked around for a means of escape. They were on the third floor and a jump from a window balcony would be perilous at best. The door was locked. There was no way out of the room. But there was a large bathroom, so they took advantage of that to clean up. Soapy warm water sure felt good on their bodies. There was no clothing to be found anywhere. It was barely the crack of dawn and nobody was up anywhere, so they figured that they had some time to wait. They sure didn’t feel like sleeping since they were captives and their very lives could be in peril. But they were all alone, just the two of them, what were they to do?

Akbar's fortress at Bubastis

“I’m a bit frightened Roble.”

“Me too.”

“Will you hold me?”

So they held each other tight and there was no more talking. Mr. Butterfly noticed the dart wound on Roble’s thigh and bent down to kiss it and make it better. But the lingering kiss brought Roble’s penis to a state of arousal. They smiled at each other and began kissing each other all over as if it were a game. Soon, they both had erections and the kisses got more serious. Roble began licking his way down the young explorer’s body, just like in Mr. Butterfly’s shower fantasy the morning before. His thick lips were on the young explorer’s nipple, then traveled lower down his body to his belly button, where he playfully stuck his tongue in and swirled it around. Then finally he reached Mr. Butterfly’s cock and tenderly swirled his tongue around the head of it and down the shaft towards his testicles. Mr. Butterfly lay back and spread his legs to give Roble full access to his genitalia. After sucking gently and taking his time on each testicle, Roble continued south to put his tongue into the young explorer’s asshole, while the young explorer spread his cheeks with his hands. Both of the men fully forgot their circumstances and were in the moment.

“Oh god, Roble, I want you to fuck me so badly!”

“Do you now?”, said Roble jokingly.

“Yes!”

Conveniently, there was a fancy gold dish on the low table filled with condoms and Roble opened one put it on. He pulled Mr. Butterfly closer by the thighs, which the prone man held stiffly in position in the air. Roble loomed over him and then bore down with his hips as they began to make love. It was instant ecstasy for both men as they continued fucking. It took them away from their fear and to another place where they were safe, warm, in love and incredibly turned on. Mr. Butterfly had that full ass satisfied feeling of being on the brink of cumming, so close, yet so far. Roble’s cock was hitting him in just the right sweet spot. He felt he could explode at any moment into bliss. His eyes rolled up into his head. Roble was not big enough to cause him any pain once the penetration was over, really. It was all just pleasure. Pure pleasure. He was so close, so close.

“Roble, don’t stop!”, he said as he looked up the beautiful man wearing the crucifix making love to him.

Roble had no intention of stopping. This was the hottest fuck he had had in so long. This guy’s ass was perfect in so many ways. Just right. The perfect tightness for squeezing his cock. Oh god, it felt so good. He watched the young explorer enjoy the fucking he was giving him. He was giving him that pleasure. That blissful look was all because of him. He was so proud.

“Uh, oh, uh, oh. No! I’m close. I’m sorry! I can’t hold back any longer! Augggghhhhh!!!” Then Roble came hard up inside the condom in young explorer’s ass while the young explorer jerked furiously at his cock to cum also. It didn’t take long for him to get from that blissful state over the edge and explode into ropes of cum that landed in stripes everywhere.

Roble collapsed on top of Mr. Butterfly to be physically close to him immediately. He lay there in Mr. Butterfly’s cum, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, the door opened and a group of brawny, serious naked men stormed in. The leader said, “I see they have been amusing themselves while waiting for the Master. How sweet. Take them! Clean them up. Bring them before the Master at once!”

A brawny slave grabbed each of our heroes and jerked them towards the bathroom by one arm to quickly shower then with cold water and dry them off. With that being done, they were taken roughly out of the room and down the hallway to see Akbar, Master of the Harem of Bubastis.

The young explorer looked helplessly at Roble and thought, what are we going to do now? Roble was thinking the exact same thing.

Photo credit for Roble and males: Brawny Stud

Pleasant Dreams

As we pass into evening gentle readers, I wanted to give you something to think long and hard about tonight and this gentleman was willing to step forward and help us out. Share with me your contemplations this evening and thank you in advance for visiting my blog.



Photo credit: So Slowly

The Art of Rob Bartell - Brandon is Framed!

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It is confession time. I confess that I treated myself to the irresistible Brandon by Rob Bartell. I just got him back from the framers and look at how beautiful he is now! Of course I went with a bamboo frame to stay in keeping with his Hawaiian theme. He is just going to look great on the wall over my bed in my Asia room. Here are some other things that are in my room:

Tibetan tiger rugs. I have one hanging on the opposite wall from where Brandon will be. Tigers are the Tibetan symbol for power and protection. I need lots of that. I have three Tibetan tiger rugs in different styles.

Lord Shiva dances next to my small Ganesh on a side altar in my room that is actually a glass bookcase with my Asian book collection, Chinese clay yixing tea pots, and my maharajah silk bedspread.

Next to that I have a narrow, highboy dresser that is made out of mahogany inlaid with mother of pearl and across from that is a trunk made of the same materials (see photo above) that were made in Indonesia. I am just in awe of these pieces and it is just like a dream come true to own them.

I also have a hand carved teak chair and ottoman from Indonesia.

The room is painted "coconut milk", the doors are "bamboo" and the room has "antique gold" trim around the doors and windows. The rugs are all Tibetan. I have a large central rug that depicts Lord Yama, the Tibetan Lord of Death, holding the wheel of life (see below). My carpet is colorful, but more simplified than this picture and the wheel is squared off. It was custom made for others who ended up not buying it. The rug ties my room together.

I have bamboo blinds on the windows and a purple heart wood altar that I made myself and my Buddha and incense burner sit upon.

The photo above shows purple heart wood sitting in a mill. The second I laid eyes on the color I just had to have a scrap. I found one that was really thick and wide and screamed "I am an altar!" I finished it with a clear lacquer. The tiger rug that hangs above it has a mauve flower on it that brings out the purple just perfectly. The frame around the Yama rug is the same color.

My Buddha is hand carved in mahogany and about 50 years old. It stands 19 inches (48.3 cm) tall and was carved in Tibet. My Buddha's hands are in the teaching mudra because I have a lot to learn. The one above is in the ground touching mudra. The room is lit by two Moroccan lamps.

Brandon fits right in. I am going to enjoy seeing him as the last thing before I sleep at night and the first thing when I wake.

In my opinion, every adult woman should have her own room where she can do what ever she likes especially if she is married. Don't you agree?

Pleasant Dreams

Happy Independence Day fellow Americans! Our fireworks are rained out this evening in the Northeast. Guess we have to stay in and have sex instead. No one for you to have sex with? Not a problem when you have your rubber ducky like this gentleman has. Doesn't he have the funniest expression on his face? Like the last thing he was expecting was that bright yellow rubber ducky to spring from his crotch. It's pretty funny, you've got to admit. Anyone want to lend him a hand?



Photo credit: Brawny Stud

Honduran Hooky - Part 2, Coffee Plantation Tour

Carlos had a special surprise in store for us on our way to Copan; a tour of a local coffee plantation, or Finca. As we drove there, he pointed out the coffee plants growing all round us which were made easier to spot because of their ripe red beans. All of the plants were shaded by nearby trees or shrubs. We were at a pretty high altitude in a relatively mountainous area of Western Honduras, which is supposedly ideal for coffee growing.

We rounded a large turn on mountain, and there we saw on a large plateau the Finca Santa Isabel, or Plantation Santa Isabel, where Welchez’ family brand Coffee is grown. There were several large white cinder block structures, some large flat cement drying areas covered with coffee beans and some wooden shanties behind chain link fencing. Children, aged 6 to 12, who had apparently finished picking coffee for the day were milling about looking for things to occupy themselves with.

We got out of the van and were met by the lighter colored Hispanic owners of the Finca, all relatives of the Welchez. The tour began.

We climbed up into the unsafe looking mill to see the wet process that is used for the Arabica coffee beans. There were no guard rails to prevent falling into the open water canals or into the machinery. First the beans are washed by soaking in a canal of moving water, which was right next to where we were walking. There was a large blue hopper that the beans were dumped into for the washing. Men were making sure with their bare hands that the beans fell into it without obstruction.

In the second phase of the wet process, the coffee beans are put into large water containers so they may ferment. A man was standing in the huge rectangular cement sump raking the beans around. According to the literature, “The fermentation process eliminates not only the impurities, but also the viscous layer that wraps the grains and doesn’t dissolve with water. This part of the process, lasts from one to two days, and is what gives coffee its great aroma and its special taste.” The drying area was just beyond the bath.

Once the fermentation process is over, the beans are washed again. Around the beans there is still the folded skin that resembles a parchment, and that’s why this coffee is also called parchment coffee or "café pergamino".

The washed parchment coffee gets spread over terraces or drying tables so it will dry under the sun. The beans are turned many times a day so they dry evenly.

Then the beans go through a conveyor belt, where very specialized personnel separate the perfect beans from the visually flawed beans, for instance the ones that are pierced or have a different color.

Carlos told us that whole families live on the Finca in the shanties behind the processing plant. The fathers work at the mill, the females work sorting, bagging, roasting, and the children pick the beans.

After undergoing the additional processes of drying, peeling, shelling, cleaning and quality control, the coffee is ready for roasting. We went into another house to see this process. We saw the large roasters and could smell the coffee which was sitting in bags ready for sale. Both beans and ground coffee were there. Plus, a fresh pot of coffee was ready for us to taste. Of course we did!

It was way past my nap time. I require a nap around noon each day ever since my brain surgery and if I don’t get one, I feel really, really tired. All brain function tends to cease. So, I really needed a cup of java. (Though I had sworn off of caffeine, I decided to make an exception.) My god, it was the best damn coffee any of us had ever tasted, so we all bought bags of it. Sean and I bought 10 lbs of the dark roast beans. You can buy it online here.

The whole way through the tour, all I could think of was how unsafe the plantation was compared to an American company. There was exposed moving equipment, numerous trip hazards, fall hazards, slip hazards; the place was an accident waiting to happen. It reminded me of unsafe sidewalks in Singapore. Then there was the children working issue. Deplorable. Just deplorable. But, that was a third world country for you. None of us discussed these issues when we got back into the van, however. Everyone was just really quiet as we drove on towards Copan.

Pleasant Dreams

Good evening gentle readers. Pretend that today, a beautiful day here in the Northeast, you were on a hike and happened on this naked sleeping man. Where will your dreams take you next?



Photo credit: Caballero

Pleasant Dreams

Tonight's gentleman is having a wet dream, just for you gentle readers. So, let's just watch and enjoy. What would you do if you were with him?




Photo credit: So Slowly

Francesco D'Macho Returns to Madrid to Celebrate EUROPRIDE 2007

On June 30, 2007 Francesco D'Macho returned to Madrid, Spain after many days away to march in the EUROPRIDE Parade as can be viewed on this youtube video (thanks to ZakWolf).

Maybe now he can get some well deserved rest. Did you hear me baby? Lie down and sleep, close your eyes and sleep. Put your head on that soft, soft pillow and get some shut eye. Pull the covers up to your chin and dream of your minou, or whatever you choose. You will feel much better after you wake up and in a few days of resting. Maybe a few weeks will help. Can your schedule handle a few weeks off? Maybe a vacation with your minou to a remote tropical paradise where you two can lay out in the sun naked, or dive deep amongst coral reefs and admire the colorful fishes. Or sail on a boat together from small island to small island, exploring tiny shoals and hidden beaches and making love on each of them. Finding conchs to remember special places by and making inside jokes that you both will remember forever. Bonding like never before. Sigh. Will that kind of time ever fit into your schedules? I hope so.

This exceptional photo of Francesco was taken by Francois Sagat. Look for an upcoming post on Monsieur Sagat on Sunday.

Update: You can see Francesco's video posted July 4th here.

Sophomore Year - Part 4, Sex with the Bodybuilder

So, the very next weekend, I rode Greyhound to Ithaca and got off the bus at Myron Taylor Hall. It was a short walk to the fraternity where I was going to stay with my brother Verne. It was late afternoon on an atypically warm, Indian summer Friday and I had some time to kill, so I played some pool in the lobby. Verne arrived some time later and we had dinner together in the frat’s dining hall in the basement. Dinner was always delicious at the frat. I guess they just had a great cook.

Finally it was time to dress for the Zach's fraternity’s party. It was a bit more casual than the party last weekend, so I wore corduroys, that my new classy roomies made me buy, and a nice shirt. The frat was on the other side of campus, but I walked there briskly. The building was kind of modern and looked a bit more like a dorm than a fraternity. Zach was waiting for me and met me in the lobby.

He gave me the grand tour of the downstairs and then we went to the main room where the party was. He asked me what my drink was and I said that it was scotch, neat. Which it was.

I will digress and tell you how scotch, neat became my drink. When I was younger (13) and had braces on my teeth, they hurt quite a bit. Mom used to tell us to put some liquor on our gums to numb the pain. So we raided the liquor cabinet and the booze that worked the best was scotch. We only had the Four Roses brand (cough). Eventually, I found that drinking a shot really worked well, even better than rubbing it on your gums. I could drink a shot and not feel anything. So, when I came home from the orthodontist, I would head for the liquor cabinet and pour myself a finger or so of scotch and bottoms up; pain all gone. Well, after a while, I built up a tolerance for it and so I drank more. Let’s just say that I am very lucky not to be an alcoholic right now. Well, eventually mom found out when she had an adult male friend over who wanted a drink, but refused to drink alone. I piped up and said, “I’ll drink with you.” Everybody looked shocked, but I had a drink with him and it saved the day. That was many years ago, and we still talk about it. So as I got older, I used to show off my tolerance for scotch by downing a couple of shots. Of course that was the cheap shit that I was drinking. I had to learn to sip it when I grew up and was served the finer single malts.

Zach brought me a whole bottle of Crown Royal. He brought himself a beer. He poured me a shot and I reflexively downed it. I just wanted to sit back and look at him. He sure was a sight for sore eyes. He was so handsome; brown hair and eyes, kissable lips, lickable body. I just couldn’t wait to get him into the bedroom again. He had poured me another and without thinking I downed it. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that I thought, but now it was too late. Now I had to be careful. I was only one hundred pounds and there is only so much that I can drink. But he right away poured me another. I just looked at it and smiled at him.

“That’s it for me doing shots for you Zach. This one I will sip, like a normal person.”

“Well, shoot, can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“I don’t think you’re going to have to try all that hard tonight.” Then I winked at him and took a sip of my scotch. We made small talk for about an hour or so while I finished my drink. But then I was really bored with the party and just wanted to go to the bedroom with him and have sex. But how do you say that and not sound like a slut?

“Gee Zach, I feel really woozy, I think I need to lie down.”

“Oh, sure. You can lie down in my room.” Then he helped me up and led me to his room. I did feel a bit woozy, but not as much as I led on. But to my surprise, when we got there, he showed me the bed, and turned on his heel and left! That plan certainly fell flat. So there I was lying down by myself staring at the upper bunk which was occupied. But who was up there?

Some moments later someone else came into the room, a male, from the voice and hopped into the upper bunk. There was much giggling and rhythmic motion going on up there, causing the whole bed to squeak. It would be speculation at best to guess what was going on. Far be it for me to stoop to that level. But when they were done, they spoke in hushed tones.

“Who is that in the lower bunk?”

“Zach’s girl. She’s passed out.”

“Do you think she’d notice if I did her?”

“Zach would find out and be pissed.”

“Fuck! You ruin everything.”

“Shhhh. Go to sleep.”

That was the last I heard from them, so I guess they fell asleep. I guess I did too. Some time later, Zach woke me up. He was already naked and kissing me. He had begun to undress me. I tried to help him but my limbs were being less than responsive and felt like lead. Maybe I had been drunker than I thought. I wanted him so badly. His body was so huge and beautiful to look at; I couldn’t believe we were going to have sex.

But, his penis was not all that big, smaller than Tom’s, so it would be okay. He put the condom on and entered me with a really strong thrust that lifted me right off the bed and banged my head on the sheet rock wall. He said he was sorry and asked if I was okay and I replied that I was. So, he grabbed my waist and lifted me back down on the bed and held my hips stationary in the air as he thrust in and out, so as not to beat me senseless against anything.

Fuck, he was so strong, the size of his cock meant nothing; it was his shear strength of his body beating against my clitoris and lifting me into the air that got me off. Plus that growling, grumbling urgent breathing he had that was such a turn on. He was a complete animal in bed. My only regret is that I was too drunk to respond the way I would have liked. I was so much more passive than I usually am. Oh well, he seemed to enjoy himself and came really quickly. We slept holding each other all night.

I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and upon seeing Zach, I wanted to have sex again. But he was shy because his roommate was there and could wake up at any moment. It couldn’t be helped I guess. We decided to go out to the green and talk, where we could have a bit of privacy. We got dressed quietly and snuck out. We found a nice sunny spot and lay out on the warming grass. The first thing I did was lean over and kiss him. He kissed me back. He said that he really wanted to see me again and how great the sex was. I said that I loved the sex too. He added though, that he didn’t want our relationship to be exclusive because we lived too far away and wouldn’t be able to get to see each other often enough. I had to agree that this was the problem with Tom and me. I had no evidence, but thought that Tom was cheating on me. (It turned out later that he had – he had a weekday girlfriend, just like Eddie said that he would.) So that is what I told Zach and I agreed to it. I think Zach was a bit surprised and expected a big fight or melt down and that is why we moved outside. We both agreed that we could see other people and were at peace with it. We smiled at each other. I noticed a big hole in his jeans right at mid thigh. I put my fingers in and tickled his lightly hairy, but heavily muscled thigh, reaching upwards towards his groin.

“You women are never satisfied!” Then he grabbed my hands and pushed me down underneath his huge meaty body and kissed me. He wasn’t helping. We both giggled. I wanted him again more than ever. God he was so fucking hot.

Zach photo credits: Unnatural Devotions

Naked Chest photo credit: Completely Naked Images

Pleasant Dreams

Good evening gentle readers. This is our gentleman tonight. He is here for your pleasures, whatever they may be. He is ready and willing. Are you?



Photo credit: Brawny Stud

Sunday Comics - Oliver Frey Uncensored, Ball Boy

Enjoy this uncensored masterpiece by Oliver Frey. I guess this must be what happens behind the scenes at the US Open Golf Championship. Maybe I should watch golf; it always seemed so slow to me.