10.23.06
By Ali
It never ceases to blow my mind how many talented artists draw really fucking weird sexual imagery. Rob Clarke is one such artist. His works run the whole gay gamut, from your typical leathermen/cops/marines to defecating clowns (?!).
Rob is an illustrator who focuses on erotic gay imagery, with all of his men done in the hunky Tom of Finland style. Setting his work apart from other gay artwork I’ve seen (not that I’ve seen a lot or anything!) is that his images typically have a humorous side to them. At least I hope humor was the intended outcome, as I’d like to think that gay illustration aficionados don’t regularly fantasize about Joe Camel orgies:
Rob’s site has a whole section of holiday-oriented artwork, including tax day and even the under-appreciated groundhog day. This little guy predicts six more weeks of anal fisting:
The fun continues in a series of illustrations, many of them famous people in various stages of undress. I’m pointing this one out because why the fuck does half-dolphin David Bowie have half-dog David Bowie on a leash?
Rob seems to have a heightened interest in bodily functions, as is evidenced by the numerous defecating half-donkey men and farting cowboys. Apparently the Wild West was full of beefcake men who would frequently strip down to their boots and hold erotic fart rodeos:
There is also quite a bit of focus on men that are either dressed as animals or turning into them. My personal favorites are the men turning into donkeys a-la Pinocchio, but nude and with muscles bulging and schlongs flopping. There’s many more illustrations of otherwise normal men with animal features (curly pig tails or bunny ears) and men dressed as animals scattered throughout the site. Cock-a-doodle-doo indeed!
As always, I like to save the best for last. There’s one part of the site, the Poodle Parlor, that’s focused on the farting, shitting poodle boy. Each image is animated and accompanied by a dog-related joke. It’s really hard to pick out the single creepiest part of the poodle images. Is it the little white pompadour with the bow attached to a nude man? Is it the fact that he’s farting up a storm in two of the images? Is it the fucking butterflies? You tell me.
And even though this isn’t really erotic or anything, I figured I’d share the link to the Poodle Fitness video because it’s been making the rounds lately and it’s creepy as fuck:
10.02.06
By Rob
Suffice to say, nothing we could dig up for the site this week could possibly be as grotesque as Republican Representative Mark Foley’s instant message creepfest with an underage boy (although this comes pretty damned close). But a little detail in the colorful Foley transcript caught my eye, and it gave me an idea for a nice, topical entry for Population Paste. See? This site counts as current events.
In the chat heard round the world, Foley’s teenage victim mentions he has an inexplicable arousal to girls wearing casts. Foley considers this a bit strange, which is an interesting assertion from a fifty year old man who just asked his teenage page what he does with his spooge towel after he jacks off. As it turns out, the kid is far from alone in getting a chubby at the sight of a girl all wrapped up in plaster - a large group of cast fetishists have carved out a comfy niche in cyberspace, where they look at photos of girls in casts, write stories about girls in casts, and draw pictures of girls in casts.
This is another one I just don’t get. Maybe it’s because I spent a whole summer in a full leg cast once, so I can say with some authority that it sucks beyond my ability to describe. There is nothing fun or sexy about it - the only upside was getting sponge baths from sympathetic girls, since you can’t shower like a normal human. Otherwise, breaking your limbs and, more significantly, the many months of agonizing recovery that follow, is a horrendous experience. But that seems to be part of the appeal to cast fetishists. One blogger, Krista, apparently began innocently documenting an extensive injury she suffered, only to find cast fetishists leaping on the pictures she posted by the hundreds. Her posted response sums the matter up pretty nicely.
But enough admonishment, let’s get to the pictures! As with similar fetishes like the whole amputee thing, cast porn rarely even qualifies as actual porn, since most of the models are fully clothed - which, of course, only adds to the weirdness. You’d have a much easier time talking me into this if there were at least naked chicks involved, but more often it’s just helpless girls trying to get through their day-to-day life while wearing various casts. Sometimes that means going to the park and riding the teeter-totter with a full head cast:
Cast Fetish and FantaCast seem to be the two biggest casting sites - on the sample pictures page you’ll get an idea of what kind of images people pay money to see. Note the eerie and universal use of acronyms to describe different types of casts, such as SLC (short leg cast) and LATS (long arm…. something that starts with a t… cast). Note also that these girls haven’t actually even injured themselves, they’ve just been paid to put on casts and hobble around for the camera.
At least at Gips Dreams there is some nudity every now and then. Not that it helps inch any of this any closer to being sexy:
Indeed, the chances of finding any actual injured girls who would be willing to exploit their misery for the sake of lonely niche masturbators is pretty slim - thankfully the seriously disturbed individuals at Cast Central regularly scour the web for candid photos of actual teenage girls who have actually broken their bones - then steal said photos and make them available for their paying members to jack off to. That’s perverse enough even to make Mark Foley proud.
Not to be outdone, Cast Fetish volleys back with its stunningly shameless contributions page, where fans of the site send in their own candid snapshots of strangers they happen to see with casts on. There is even a little photo documentary of a young girl breaking her ankle playing soccer, with the caption “Nothing like the feeling, or sound of your ankle breaking. I was about 20 feet away and heard it.” Wow. Nice to know your little bald soldier can stand to attention at the sound of a girl’s bone cracking, you twisted fuck.
As with all fringe fetishes, the cast fetish brings with it a delightful assortment of terrible artwork - and as you know, that’s one of our favorite things here at Population Paste. Cast Fetish has a large art gallery, which runs the gamut from bad pencil sketches like this one:
To full 3D renderings like these:
My favorites, though, are from a series of illustrations depicting sad girls laid up in elaborate casts, accompanied by little stories that detail their pain and misery. Usually their casting has them conveniently stuck in a sexual position, like this girl whose injuries required that her hand be positioned between her legs, and that she regularly exercise the fingers of said hand to avoid muscle atrophy. Riiiiiight:
I like how the doctor was kind enough to leave a little window for her boobs. You know, so they can breathe.
Oddly, a lot of girls in these drawings manage to have very specific injuries which require them to be positioned with their legs spread wide open. Huh! Imagine that!
If all the custom photo shoots, art galleries, candid shots, and stories aren’t quite enough for your casting needs, Plaster Of Paradise (great name) has an extensive gallery of casts in movies and TV. Like these overwhelmingly erotic stills from an episode of Laverne & Shirley where the hapless Laverne breaks her leg and comedic hijacks ensue:
Ooooh yeah, that’s hot. Just try to walk, Laverne! Just try! You can’t, can you?? Ooooh, you’re so sexy when you’re helpless.
Casting has also entered the “blogosphere,” as the kids call it: Cast World has the same mindless ramblings and excessive YouTube linking you’ve come to expect from blogs, but this time it’s all about casts. The most recent entry excitedly points readers to the latest addition to Apple’s clever anti-PC ad campaign, which has The Daily Show’s John Hodgman - aka the PC - looking mighty sexy in a delicious left arm SAC, a sultry left leg LLC, and a titillating right arm LAC - ooooh baby! The cast-enamored blogger comments:
“Irregardless of what computer you turn on each night, at least one thing in this add is clear for cast lovers everywhere, Mac is certainly the runner up here!”
Riiiiiiight.
Since being in a cast is so fun and sexy, I’m going to offer a free service to any cast-a-holics who want to “live the dream,” so to speak. Come see me and for absolutely no charge, I will smash your kneecap with a sledgehammer until it is little more than a formless mess of bone fragments. Sounds painful, I know, but think of the bright side - you’ll get to spend months and months in a shiny new LLC, just like I did! Well, what are you waiting for?
While I’m at it, here’s some of my own personal cast porn - this is me right after taking off my LLC - pretty hot, huh?
It smelled, too. Real bad.
How’s that boner coming along?
08.16.06
By Ali
Yeah I know it’s been a while, but sadly, sometimes you need to focus on things other than women pumping gas pedals and men fucking stuffed animals. No, the internet didn’t run out of weird porn, we just ran out of time to find it (again). I hope I never have to stray from pursuing my true ambition: Watching disgusting people doing disgusting things.
Speaking of disgusting people doing disgusting things, boy howdy do I have a treat for everyone today! I know Rob and I have often said that our content is really fucked up and shouldn’t exist, but this time WE REALLY MEAN IT! This is seriously disturbing, to the point that I kind of want to hide under my bed for the rest of the day. This is not for the faint of heart, and if you have a penis then be prepared to cradle it and reassure it that you will never do anything depicted in the following pictures and video.
So let’s break it down all: In the world of BDSM there’s something called cock and ball torture, or CBT. It’s a catch-all phrase for any sort of pain inflicted on the male genitals. Quite often it will involve things like tying ropes around the gentials, piercing the penis, kicking the testes, or inserting things like medical sounds into the urethra. While I’m sure other groups find bug bites on the nipples and vulva erotic (why not, right?) it mostly seems to be a focused subset of the CBT group.
But enough of me yammering, here’s the arthrophiles in action:
Crickets don’t bite so I don’t know why he’s got droplets of blood on his dong.
As for why anyone would be into this sort of thing, I couldn’t tell you. You’d have find a man hanging around fucking anthills and ask them. If I had to guess though, I’d say it’s that the sensation of a bug bite is succinctly different from any other type of abuse another person can inflict on male genitals, and because insects are unpredictable it’s hard to tell how they’ll move or when they’ll bite.
Festering wounds are the fly equivalent of a watering hole.
After getting hella crunk on this man’s semen, the flies stagger off to explore the rest of the glans.
Some species of slug?
And I’m not even going to try and guess what those marks are, I just know penisflesh isn’t supposed to look like that.
And now, a snippet of a video from the massive and disturbing collection over at BMEVideo (if you have a membership then you might want to check this out). If I played Monopoly and drew an “Erase the memory of your choice” card, I wouldn’t use it on the time I broke my arm, or the first time a boy broke my heart, I’d use it on this. I had to crop the picture down pretty far because I can’t stand looking at the full thing. Good luck watching it, and may God have mercy on us all:
Thanks (?) to my homeboy Jon for hookin’ me up with some samples from his personal collection.
06.30.06
By Tiffy
EDITOR’S NOTE: Since I’m still busy, and Ali is on yet another vacation (tell her how you feel about that), today’s article comes from special guest author Tiffy. Tiffy is meaner, angrier, and far less tolerant of the world around her than both Ali and myself combined, so I trust you’ll enjoy her rantings - if not, direct hate mail here. ~Rob
“Does your wife enjoy teasing your cock to throbbing erection only to laugh at it… and then offer her sweet mouth and pussy to another man to enjoy while you remain DENIED?” God willing, your first thought upon reading that should have been “Fuck no! I’d stab that bitch in the FACE! FUCKING WHORE!” But if it wasn’t, and it caused you to sport a mighty erection, then do we ever have the website for you, you useless sissified eunuch.
Allow me to school you about cuckolding and male chastity, courtesy of the charmingly-named Fuck My Slut Bride. For those of you who are blissfully unaware of this confusing sexual world, a cuckold is the husband of a sexually unfaithful wife. It’s important to note that the helplessness and humiliation resulting from the situation is a turn-on for these people, whereas most dudes I know would beat and/or divorce this slut, post-haste. They embrace the idea that they are not man enough to service their wives, so someone else (a “bull”) should do so, while he is denied sexual contact with the woman who apparently thought he was good enough to marry way back when. I’m entirely unsure as to why a woman would be into this, but what do I know? Apparently my kinks fall quite short of the cuckold level.
FMSB bills itself as “an Internet resource dedicated to educating and encouraging hotwife marriages in a D/s context”. Apparently “hotwife” is the proper term, regardless of the hotness of said wifey, and yes, it’s all one word. Grammar gets no respect here in the world of cuckoldry! Huzzah!
There are profiles of various and sundry fucked-up folks, including this guy:
He says that:
“It all started about two years ago when my beautiful wife announced that I was not satisfying her and she was going to look elsewhere for her satisfaction. I guess this was not surprising given my four inch disability. I have not been in my wife for almost two years now and she regularly finds black studs to fulfill her needs. I help her prepare for her ‘dates’. I do her hair, makeup, and dress. While she is out finding her pleasure I stay at home and do my assigned tasks such as laundry, vacuuming, or washing dishes. She now has me in panties whenever I am at home. I have learned to enjoy being a cuckolded wimp. This is my true role, nature has dictated that I serve my wife in a non sexual manner while she enjoys the real men. My paycheck is now deposited directly into her bank account. Everything that I do is in service of my wife, for her pleasure.”
Firstly, four inches looks to be an exaggeration to me. Please, sir, with your lies. Secondly, what the fuck is it with these “hotwife” chicks and black dudes? Is it like this bizarre Asian girl fetish all you men have? I’m not saying that Denzel isn’t a worthy fantasy. I’m just saying that I personally don’t spend all day looking for African meat, you know? And finally, if your man can help you do your hair and makeup, you don’t need to worry about him being a cuck - it means he’s gay. Call yourself a fag hag like I do and get over it.
By the way, site founder Luvr even claims that some of the men he lords over have “… beg[ged] me to neuter them to show their love for me and their wife.”
Let me tell you something. I can believe that some men could get off on being humiliated by their wives, and being “forced” to submit to another man’s supposed penile supremacy. Seems like a fairly straight-forward BDSM thing to me. But, dude? When you want someone to hack off your nuts as a symbol of your love for your wife who is openly fucking cheating on you, not to mention viciously mocking your lack of virility and masculinity, you need some extensive in-patient therapy. It’s what changes a slightly sad and creepy fetish into a full-blown psychological disorder.
The forums here are woefully underutilized, but FMSB member jason_garnet pretty much spells out my own personal fantasy in a recent posting:
“Over the course of our relationship, she did start to enjoy some of the freedoms I had suggested she take, and did take control over certain parts of my life. She routinely had me come clean her apartment for her, do chores, laundry, etc… Occasionally she would have me take her on a spontaneous shopping spree, or withdraw money from an ATM for her. I was very turned on knowing I was slowly becoming her financial slave and chore boy.”
So, this guy doesn’t actually get to fuck this woman or do any normal relationship-type things with her, but he does get to foot the bill for her spending sprees and be her errand boy. Holy shit. This means that there are actually men out there who will give you their money, clean your bathroom, and never ask for a blowjob. My mind is thoroughly and completely shattered by this concept. It also makes me think they are more than a little bit stupid, but it is what it is.
The forum members also share some information which I really, really wish I had not come across (no pun intended):
ORIGINAL POST: “I’ve been cuckolded voluntarily for three years now. My wife gets great pleasure out of fucking her lover in front of me and watching as i lick his sperm from her pussy…. or anus. A place i was never allowed to go by the way.”
RESPONSE: “Ever since the first time my wife took her lover over 5 years ago she has brought me a ‘gift’ when she returns home. That gift is held in her vagina till she gets home and climbs onto my face and tells me to accept the gift. Her lover has multiple orgasms most times and fills her vagina with much more cum than I could ever give. Since I am bisexual and submissive I get turned on by this offering and clean her completely. After she is clean I must give her a couple more orgasms with my mouth and fingers until she is satisfied and goes to sleep.
I am both stimulated and embarassed by eating his cum but my wife enjoys the sense of power and control this activity provides as well as her position sitting on top of my mouth and pushing her ‘gift’ into me. We both are stimulated by this and it is a normal thing she does when she returns.”
Well… well. Not only do I find it morally abhorrent, but totally fucking gross, too. A man sucking another man’s spooge out of my gooey snatch is probably one of the more gag-worthy things I’ve thought about today. Thanks, FMSB!
As for the whole male chastity thing, they’ve got a whole section on Enforced Cuckold Chastity & Denial. This would obviously involve the use of hideous props, because that’s what we like here at Population Paste. We also like ladies with man-face, so here you go:
Luvr proclaims that, “In some cases I have only locked a cuckold’s penis up as punishment for rubbing it without permission or cumming without permission. In other cases, I have required cucks to be locked up whenever out of direct supervision. In most cases when I’m fucking a wife in the cuck’s presence, I prefer to him not locked so we can see and increase his excitement while at the same time denying him use of it. When in a more devious mood, I’ll lock his penis up so we can watch it struggle in confinement while he watches.”
Seriously, y’all. God knows I’ve fantasized about a man in my bedroom struggling in confinement, but it has never involved this:
Anyway, the chastity images alone should make you scream in horror. Behold the penile contortions!
And just for good measure:
Bon appetit, fuckers!
Posted in
severe pain,
fuckin' weird at 12:29 pm
05.22.06
By Ali
Image editing software like Photoshop and it’s ilk can be tremendously powerful tools. I mostly use Photoshop to tweak the colors in photos and add pictures of cocks in my friends’ mouths, but it’s capable of doing much more. In the case of Photoshop, the liquify filter allows you to shape and morph your pictures in a realistic way, and you can easily draw elements of a picture from scratch using various brushes. With a skilled-enough artist you can get extremely realistic, vivid results.
Which is exactly what Nexus T of ProjectP does, only the images are quite often of women minding their own business who slowly morph into cow-people, udders a-burstin’ out of their pants.
What really gets me about all of this is that the image manipulations, while they have a slight cartoony quality to them, are really good. The lighting and foreshortening is spot-on. I’d imagne the artist probably had some sort of formal training and does image manipulation for a living, but he [NOTE: I am assuming it is a dude because, come on, can you really picture a girl making this?] has decided to use his skills for evil, like some sort of artsy Darth Vader. He’d be like “I have altered the image. Pray I don’t alter it any further.” I don’t know what draws some people to the dark side of the Photoshop, but it does result in some interesting pictures so I’m glad it happens!
A lot of this is furry-oriented, so of course you’ve got a variety of different animals, from the donkey:
to the mouse:
One thing to note about this site is it’s theme of transformations: A woman starts out normal, maybe she’s hanging out in her house, but all of a sudden her fingers fuse into hooves, and before you know it BAM she’s got udders. And she doesn’t really seem to disturbed by it, in fact she seems to be getting off on it and touches herself (and her fellow transformees if they’re around). Luckily for the girls of ProjectP the artist generally depicts these transformations at home, because if this happened while they were in their cubicles at work it could make for a lot of embarrassing office gossip. “Psst, did you hear Becky has turned into a cow and is furiously milking herself in the rec room?” Yeah, that would suck, but then again if you had the right boss you might get promoted really easily.
I guess on whatever bizarro planet this happens they must be pretty sexually open. I mean, I love the few female friends I have but I don’t think I’d want to chill out with my homegirls while my tits are floppin’ around. It is good to know that cow-people have transcended human insecurity about being nude in front of others,to the point that they can sit around and fondle their udders in pairs. Right on, cow-people!
If you aren’t into udders and pregnancy is more your style, then don’t worry, ProjectP has got that too. Well, it’s not so much pregnancy as it is women-turning-into-beachballs, because unless you’re carrying a fucking platoon of infants then you should never swell up this big:
There’s many many more images where these came from and they’re all pretty good (interpret “good” however you will), so check out ProjectP!
Posted in
furry,
drawn,
fuckin' weird at 1:54 am
05.20.06
By Rob
The title of this post pretty much says it all: Buck Angel is a man with a pussy. Or, more technically speaking, Buck Angel is a transsexual former woman who has gone to great lengths to look as overly masculine as possible, but kept the ol’ vagina perfectly in tact. Yes, the person in these pictures is female, biologically speaking - but the miracles of surgery and hormone therapy have transformed her into more of a man than I’ll ever be. And what do you do with your life when you’ve turned into a boy but kept your girl bits? Naturally, you become a porn star.
Buck Angel is the self-proclaimed “first and only female-to-male transsexual porn star.” Seeing him/her/it in action is kind of like the visual equivalent of patting your head and rubbing your belly: Your brain just can’t quite process what’s going on. Something about the Lobo-esque comic masculinity of muscles and tattoos and a handlebar mustache make it ever so much more disturbing when your eyes pan down to where the twig ‘n berries ought to be, and instead find a weird, bald, giant-clitted mangina in their place:
The sad thing is, penis or no penis, he could totally kick my ass.
Buck’s internet empire spans not one, but three websites: his/her/its official site, his/her/its pay site, and his/her/its blog site. On the official site you’ll find The Buck Store, where you can purchase Mr. Angel’s many feature films, including Buck Fever, Buck’s Beaver, More Bang For Your Buck, and of course, The Adventures Of Buck Naked (Director’s Cut).
And, best of all? For a mere five dollars you can own this beautiful 8×10, signed by Buck himself:
I’d be interested to know what type of person considers Buck Angel enough of a hero to actually order this and display it in their home. I’m guessing it’s not a pretty sight.
Thanks to McGeek for the link.
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