“Fantasies of Hercules” by David Carter

NUMBER ONE $6.00 fantasies HERCULES E FEATUR Prison Camp 309 A DAVID CARTER Studio Publication ADULTS ONLY

David Carter’s “Fantasies of Hercules” magazine from the 70s featuring Steven Studbuck and his story “Prison Camp 309”.

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FANTASIES OF HERCULES by David Carter We would like to introduce Steven to you. As you can see, he is one of the biggest bodybuilders around, and he is proud of it. He carries it between his legs as well as on his arms. From the looks of things, he has alot to carry everywhere, and we doubt that anyone can meet his match. Yes, there were stars like Gorden Grant, Stacy, Cassidy, Morgan, and Dakota, but could and of them match up to this six foot seven inch tall, two hundred and sixty pound, rock hard hercules with an eleven inch hard cock, and the most rugged, handsome, masculane face that we have ever seen anywhere. Other champion bodybuilders stepped back when this guy got into the gym. When he moved on to a piece of equipment, the other body- builders moved off, and for good reason. This two hun- dred and sixty pound giant is fast as lightning, and is a California State champion heavy weight boxer. On the wall of his room, he had a photograph of hercules that fascinated him very much. Althouth Hercules was his idol, we thought that it should have been the other way around. Steven stared intently at the huge body- builder in the oil painting. It could be seen that he was slowly getting hard. Steven and I had a long time to get to know each other, and indeed, we did.
He was telling me about all of the action down at the gym where he trained. He trained at the other gym that was down the boulevard from Steins. This other gym started off as a mecca for top bodybuilders who supposidly were not gay, but Steven laughed at this. He asked my why all of these top body- builders denied that they were gay, or had anything to do with it when they were in public. In private however, they secretly took off in pairs out the back door. They were often seen in the gay baths of Hollywood, at late hours.
They seemed to like it best at four in the morning. There was a whole different sub- culture in those baths at that hour, and they were not likely to be spotted. Steven told me about how a top bodybuilder caused a big problem in New York. He took so many of the young boys from the others at the steam baths there, that the other patrons hated to see him come there. They said that he was preferential to blondes. Many bodybuilders, often with great bitterness, tried to hide the fact in public, that they were gay. So many magazines wanted to hide this also. They make body- builders out to look like they are super straight. Actually, very few women like body- builders because many of them spent alot of time trying to look beautiful. Steven recounted how they would intently stare at each other out of the corner of their eyes as they were work- ing out. After Steven was done here, he glanced again at the picture. His enormous cock grew even larger. This guy was so hung that he must have had every bodybuilder in the gym after that giant piece of meat. Normally a large cock looks small on a huge bodybuilder because his body is so big. Stevens
two hundred, sixty pound, rock hard frame could not make his look small how- ever. Looking at it even here does not give us a true idea of its size. When we meas- ured it, it was an astonishing eleven inches plus. We knew of only two guys that were hung geavier then Steven. John Holmes has twelve inches, and John Premier has thirteen. Stevens dram- atic body is a true natural monument however, and his twenty-one inch arms are a sight to behold in itself.
Stevens biceps swelled as he imitated the pose of Hercules on the oil painting. He flexed his pectorals, and they appeared as least three inches thick. His stomach muscles came out as he tensed up. His penis got harder and thicker. The veins were distended on his enor- mous shaft. That giant column made most of those others we have seen, look small in comparison. Steven struck many different poses, as he was proud of his body. We watched him expand his fifty six inch chest. He reached down and worked the giant head on his rod and kept looking at the picture. Steven moaned about how good his cock felt. His balls were inflated with anticip- ation in unloading his hot load of cum. His penis was the envy of every bodybuilder in the gym. It could be readily seen why every top bodybuilder wanted it. Steven would not tell us one way or the other, whether he had gotten it on with all of the big names. If he did not, it certainly was not because he lacked any of the credentials. Indeed, he was a lion among men, and all of the body- builders knew it. Steven told us about how many of the top names won the "big contest" because the had done things to please a top promoter in the bodybuilding field. This pro- moter was always seen with bodybuilders, and was very rich. Yet, he choose to put out magazines that delt with those young giants. He was notoriously cheap with his money, yet took these phy- sical specimans out to the finest restaurants in town. A top bodybuilder, a friend of Stevens, recently told him about how he quit the game because this promoter
wanted the bodybuilder to go to bed with him. As far as Steven knew, he was the only recent top bodybuilder who refused to go the bed with this promoter. There- after, he was banned from entering the "top contests". Another gentleman who owned Steins gym had body- builders doing films. These films were mostly gay. Steven told me that this guy was in the middle of shoot- ing one right now, and that it had two top bodybuilders in it, getting it up the ass. We were all waiting to see this.
મ As Steven talked about how all of the other bodybuilders got it on in the shower rooms of Steins and Watsons gym, he got all the more turned on. He stared at the picture, more intently now. He let out moaning noises. He got hotter and hotter. Soon, his cock twitched up and down sev- eral times violently, and the beads of hot seman shot, then ozed out of the giant volcanic column. Again and again, Steven released that pent up sperm from deep within his gigantic baseball sized balls that weighed at least a pound each. He let out a moan and a sigh as the cum kept dripping out. Pud- dles of it lay in the rug of his room. I had no idea of how much a two hundred and sixty pound size, virele body- builder could cum. Steven was indeed, a giant among men and is sure to go along way with whatever he chooses to get himself into.
PRISON CAMP 309 by Steven Studbuck
I had decided to come back to the old prison camp where I had done some time. The long since abondoned build- ing had all of the bars knocked out. The large metal guard towers were still there, but the barbed wire fence was gone. This detention facility was suppsoidly im- possible to escape from. I did my time here with three thousand other men. The walls were covered with writ- ing and graffetti, much of it left over from the time when this place was still an active prison. It was said that many young gay studs came up here to have daytime, or night-time action among the hundreds of rooms in the dozens of abandoned build- ings here. Several couples were in fact there, and getting it on, but did not notice me there. Little did these gay guys know what kind of action went on in this prison before it was closed down. The writing and pictures on the walls of the abandoned prison city gave only a slight indication of what happened here. There was this big prison guard named Shane Connors. Early in the morning, we were marched out into a large open auditorium. We were made to strip naked at four o'clock in the morning. We stood in front of this huge six food six inch tall prison guard as he walked past the neetly lined up rows of men, with prison uniforms at their feet. He looked down at each of the men in the groin area. Each day, he chose one man from the assembly for a special detail.
This one man was escorted to a special cell block where he was kept alone. He waited here, naked, for Shane Connors. Shane then supp- osidly kept him there all day. The prisoners found it diffi- cult to know for sure what went on because Shane made it clear that he did not want it discussed. One morning, when we were at the four A.M. ass- embly, I was escorted to cell block number nine. I was placed into a single cell where I could see or hear no other prisoner. Shane came in and told me to get down on my knees. He proceeded to unbutton his fly. His buldging swollen knob burst out from his loosened fly. His huge sacks were just bearly visible as his gigantic twelve inch shaft pushed appart the fabric of his pants. That giant penis was pointing straight at me. He grabbed me by the hair and told me to swallow it, "swa- llow it bitch." He shoved it deep in me and caused pain down my throat. I felt his hot molten rod push against the walls of my throat as I gasped for air. Shane then went, "Oh bitch, you have such a hot throat." He grab- bed my hair and pulled me in to his thick matted pubic hair. I smelt the odor of his steaming hot, huge balls. Salty perspiration ran down his abdomen onto his shaft. I could taste the drops of his sweat as he forced that ever larger phallus deep into me. He was cursing about how I had it easier than any of his other young stud bitches. I could say nothing as I knew that I might never come out of this cell block alive if I did. Shane then wrenched 9
my head out and away from his swollen purple boner and forced me to lay down on the steel bench bed that was in the cell. He pulled my legs down and tied me up on the chains that were used to hold the metal plate to the wall. He used large leather straps to tie me up to the metal plate. He spread open my buns, and as I resisted, he pulled the straps tighter. He then used grease to open up my asshole. He worked it around and forced three of his large fingers into it. I wined with pain. Shane pushed me down on to the metal bed plate. A shot of pain ran up from my rear as Shane forced his knob deep into my rear end. I felt the tissue of my asshole separ- ate. I thought my insides were being torn out. He slammed me down again and again as he released all of the pent up fury and passion that was started up in those huge balls of his. His hard on grew and swelled up like a huge flag pole. It pushed apart my anal passage. I felt his hot rod go deeper into me. Shane moaned out about what a sweet bitch I was. This prison guard was get- ting his rocks off every mor- ning on the men. Now, he was doing it to me. He moaned harder and harder about how I was such a sweet bitch. A hot fluid flooded out my insides. I felt it dripping out of my hole as he stroked me faster and faster. I swore that I was going to get revenge for this. He did not know what I was thinking, or I would have been dead right then and there. He jerked his gigantic cock out of me. A few drops of cum dripped out on the cement floor. He squeezed
the last drops from his engorged organ. He left the cell saying that he was going to see me again. I swore up and down that he never was going to, but I did not know how I was going to stop the sex crazed prison guard. By six A.M. every morning, we were out on a road build- ing work detail. We had to clear rocks away for a road that was built up the side of this mountain. Bare backed muscular men were lifting hammers and cracking rock. As many of the workers bent over, I could see their groin area buldge through their prison uniforms. The whole work detail gazed whenever they could at Shane when he wasn't looking. Almost ever- yone in the prison had been fucked by this sex monster from what I understood. My guess was that prison had done a strange thing to alot of guys here. Pent up sexual desire had turned almost everyone of the inmates gay. The guards, especially Shane, seemed even more into gay sex. That is prob- ably why most of them work- ed here. There were three guards on the work detail, watching thirty of us prison- ers. On both sides of us were steep walls of rock so there was no way any of us could escape. Shane and the two other guards took a new young blond prisoner off somewhere, and left thirty of us inmates alone. We heard a noise that sounded like one of the convoy trucks was being used by the guards to take the young blonde pris- oner away from the area. What those three guards were doing to him, I could only guess.
When the sound disapp- eared, us inmates had noth- ing to occupy ourselves but each other. In the hot noon day sun, we went for each other like starving hungry men. I began taking the uniform Levis off of Roger, an inmate friend of mine who had been doing ten years for a robbery charge. Roger had one of the hardest, roundest, best shaped ones that any inmate ever saw. It was loosened up by Shane. Roger
was more than willing to let me have it. I rubbed his round, hard, hairy buns and slowly pulled apart his hairy, hot, hard asshole. I felt the red lips of his passage way twitching in anticipation of taking my steel like pole. The head of my knob burned for Roger. I knew that I just had to have him. This was the first time I could get at him since I had been in this prison camp. His sweaty, tanned muscular body seem- ed to take on different pro- portions as he layed down on a sandy spot and thrust his beautiful ass in a waiting position for my hungry cock. I wanted all of him so much as my penis burned more and more. My hungry cock was soon to meet his ass that seemed to crave peni- tration by anyone other than Shane. I had hungered for Roger ever since I entered this prison. I was glad that now, he was mine if even for a moment. I lunged my inflated penis into his hot hard body. The walls of his anal passage tightened ar- ound my cock and seemed to want to suck my hot burning passion from out of my balls and into his groin. I had to go into him deeper as the muscles in his rear cavity kept sucking all of me deeper and deeper into him. In a wild frenzy I slammed away with the pent up fury of my hot sperm, aching to get away from my balls. Roger moaned and groaned. He bore on me hard with his rear and assisted me in my craz- ed state. His cock was hard too, and he was getting ready to drop his seed along the dusty road as I stood there, over his bent over body fucking him wildly, fucking him right out in the open.
My cock ached for its fired release and I felt like a dam that was about to burst. My whole body shook, quivered, and pulsated with vibrent energy as I prepared for the wildest climax I have had in a long time. Roger let out a scream and rammed his rock hard rear muscles into me. I felt the pressure working its way down my heated tube. My hard pipe was drilling its way deeper into Roger as his round beautiful ass begged for more. I went into him deeper, down to the very core of his being. I was going to work his insides out with my heated load of juice. Man, that guy needed it bad. From the tip of my gun, I shot out bullets of cum that blended deep into his insides. He begged for more as if he were a starving man that desired nourishment from every drop of my ess- ence. I heaved and shook as I unloaded spurt after spurt of cream that my balls were over loaded with. My rocks hung limp for a moment as I poured out every ounce of me, deep into Roger. His muscles were twisted and strained from the exicement of the moment. He was a glorious sight to see, naked, laying on the roadside, with his muscular body, covered with rivers of sweat, and shining in the sun. He want- ed it so much that I hated to see a single drop run out of his asshole. When he got up and put on his uniform Levis, a few drops ran out of his ass and stained the fabric of his pants in such a way that it was unmistakable that he had taken it from someone other than Shane. The other prisoners were by now in the midst of an orgy. They had divided themselves up in groups of three and four. All were naked in the brilliant desert light. It was truly an unforgetable sight. Strong men were going down on each other like animals. Their sweat and juice fell like rain on the dust road bed. Dozens of men were taking it in their asses. Masses of bodies lay twisted and en- twined with each other in a contwisted frenzy of una- dorned, tanned, muscular flesh. The whole scene somehow blended in myster- iously with the rocks and mountains in the back- ground. Just at that time, the sound of an engine was heard in the distance. The two other guards with Shane had re- turned. There was no trace of the blonde boy. Everyone had gotten up, and quickly gotten on their dust and cum stained Levis back on. Shane immediately took a roll call to make sure that no one had tried the impossible. Marks on the sand, and dust and sweat stains on the uniforms had given Shane and indi- cation of what was going on.
We were all taken up to the maximum security prison courtyard. We were ordered to stand naked in front of most of the hundred or so guards in the prison. We were called up one at a time and taken away into cells. When my turn came, I was tied down, then fucked by several guards. Shane then came in and bore down on me again with that insatiable lusty monster cock of his. Everyone in the whole work crew walked funny the next day as the assembly in the courtyard lasted far into the night. After the four A.M. roll call the next morning it appeared as if Shane was a little tired. It was apparent to me that he must have fucked everyone of the thirty or so prisoners that were on that work crew. Shane was tired, and he was left alone to guard the work crew. Almost every one of the prisoners looked up at Shane from time to time as they were working on the rock below. Shane stood there with a gun in his hand and a buldge in his pants. He could not take any of his select men away that mo- ment because he was there alone, watching thirty men. After what happened the day before, he was not likely to let the men alone again, anyway.
All of the men were chained up when on one of these work crews. This made mov- ing around fast, very diffi- cult. Shane came down with his gun and moved toward Roger. He saw the stain from what had happened between Roger and I the day before. By chance, another prisoner had smuggled a can of some- thing from one of the other work details. It turned out to be a can of Freon, a liquid used in the kitchen refridg- eration system. The prisoner smuggled it in his pants down to the work area. The prisoner turned around and sprayed it on his leg chains. This cooled the steel chain down enough so when an- other inmate hit it with a sledge hammer, it cracked. The can was passed around quickly from inmate to in- mate when Shane was not looking. One of the inmates grabbed Shane from behind. Another grabbed his legs. Soon, seven or eight angry inmates were free. They overcame Shane and tied him down with the chains. The clothes were torn from his huge muscular body. Each inmate, after tying him up proceeded to get their cocks hard. One by one, they lined up at the work place and proceeded to fuck the prison guard foreman in the ass. I was the fifth man in place behind a big black stud who took his turn. Shane was writhering against the chains. It seemed that Shane couldn't take what he was so willing to dish out. When I saw those cheeks spread out before me, I kept my mind on Roger. Yet, I was going to get this guy for what he did to me. I was burning with
desire and revenge at the same time. I was going to ram my tube down Shanes' ass harder then he did it to me. I wanted to split open that ass hole of his and give him what he deserved. Shane was screaming and resisting as several of the inmates, and pieces of the broken chain were holding him down. I went deep into Shanes' rear, and pounded away like a steam engine. I dreamed of Roger, but also burned with revenge against Shane. My cock found its way deep into that hairy crack until I thought I could go no deeper. My shaft again burned red with pleasure as it sought the warmth of that glory hole where it belonged. Again and again, the name Roger came into my head. How I loved that piece of ass he gave me yesterday at the prisoners orgy. I got hotter and harder, and almost passed out in the hot sun. The tip of my shaft felt as if it were being heated by a flame torch as it swelled to bust open that asshole of Shane. The rest of the men were yelling at me, "drive it deeper and deeper." "Bust that asshole wide open", they yelled. Shane could no longer resist as he became weak from trying to fight off all of these men. "Pop that asshole, Steven", they yelled at me. I moved faster and faster as I was caught up in a wild animal desire with Roger burning in my mind. Deeper and deeper into his buns, I bored my rag into the deepest inner seams of his being.
Just as I was about to dump my heavy load deep within him, I pulled out. The in- mates turned him over. My organ was filled to the brim with every drop of cream my balls could give. Soon, my rod overflowed, and cum shot forth into Shanes face. One of the prisoners plugged up Shane's nose. This forced him to open his mouth to breathe. At that instant, I released the full weight of my hot essence into the gaping mouth of the man we all hated for what he had done to us. He coughed a few times and then was forced to swallow the cum of mine, and all thirty men in this manner. It was well over an hour by the time we were through with him. Shane lay, exhausted and covered from head to toe with the cum of thirty men, waiting for this moment. Other prison guards came on the scene at this time. They of course found Shane. We had all been placed in solitary confinment for a long period of time. During this time, I always drempt of Roger. I wondered and wait- ed over the weeks and months of being in this prison if I would ever see Roger again. I hungered for those loving legs and that glorious asshole. I knew that Roger felt the same way, as he dug giving and taking it in hard, hot, horney sex.
I was later transferred to another prison. Much of the same things went on in that prison as they did in Camp 309. I was told that it was later found out what Shane had done to the prisoners there. Shane was himself put into the leg irons, and had to serve time at another camp similar to 309. It was cer- tainly something that all of us at the camp would never forget. All of the prisoners at camp 309 had reduced sen- tences for what happened there. Many of us, by now, including myself, had done our time and were released from various prisons across the country, where we had been transferred after the incident. I wondered why I came back here to this terrible place after I heard that it had been torn down and abandoned. Perhaps it was the memor- ies of Roger, with whom I had grown deeply fond of. Perhaps, he too, would one day, return here to reflect on some of the terrible and beautiful moments that oc- cured here at Prison Camp 309.

FANTASIES OF HERCULES by David Carter
We would like to introduce Steven to you. As you can see, he is one of the biggest bodybuilders around, and he is proud of it. He carries it between his legs as well as on his arms. From the looks of things, he has alot to carry everywhere, and we doubt that anyone can meet his match. Yes, there were stars like Gorden Grant, Stacy, Cassidy, Morgan, and Dakota, but could and of them match up to this six foot seven inch tall, two hundred and sixty pound, rock hard hercules with an eleven inch hard cock, and the most rugged, handsome, masculane face that we have ever seen anywhere. Other champion bodybuilders stepped back when this guy got into the gym. When he moved on to a piece of equipment, the other body- builders moved off, and for good reason. This two hun- dred and sixty pound giant is fast as lightning, and is a California State champion heavy weight boxer.
On the wall of his room, he had a photograph of hercules that fascinated him very much. Althouth Hercules was his idol, we thought that it should have been the other way around. Steven stared intently at the huge body- builder in the oil painting. It could be seen that he was slowly getting hard. Steven and I had a long time to get to know each other, and indeed, we did.

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