#hammer hound

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Hammerhound x jayvik except

Jayce is sitting drunk at the Last Drop. He’s in a mood. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Viktor like nothing else, could never live without him, their soul mates through and through.

And the sex, oh gods above, the sex was amazing. Viktor is so attentive and fulfilling when topping, and vocal and patient when bottoming.

But he likes… certain things. Viktor likes lingerie. Wearing it, mostly, but seeing it too. He loves wearing it and looking at himself, commenting on how good it fits him, how gorgeous he feels, how it makes his body look so much prettier. And Jayce agrees, he very much agrees, but sometimes… he wishes he had that too.

He wishes he was slim and beautiful, wishes pretty lace and satin and silk fit on his body the way it did on Viktor’s, wishes someone would look at him and think he’s a girl.

He tells all of it to the bartender, in a slurred weepy way as he nurses one more beer. The bartender is a good listener, like a mixture of homely mother and someone’s sexy dungeon daddy. The bartender listens to him and offers him a new perspective, if he’s open to it. Not stepping out on his boyfriend, just… no strings attached play.

That’s how he ended up in a pair of simple pink satin panties, straddling an enormous strong thigh, moaning as he humped against it, the thick fabric of Vander’s pants making the drag against his cock even more pleasurable through the wet panties.

Then he was in a black lace pair, two huge fingers slipped into his hole, rubbing his good spot until he spilled, there were a few more times before he confessed to Viktor, coming clean about his post-bar activities.

Viktor stared at him for a long time before asking ‘Vander? Like Silco’s husband Vander? Huge enormous hung like a-‘

‘We never had sex!’

Viktor had his own personal account of Vander before. He was young and poor, Silco liked young men, Vander liked having two bodies to cuddle in bed.

The next time Jayce went to the last drop, a pair of golden and black panties hidden under his trousers, Viktor followed him. But it wasn’t about him, it was about Jayce.

Viktor sat and watched as Jayce cried out, rubbing against Vander’s thigh, whining as the older man murmured praise, complimenting him until Jayce came, crying out as he shook uncontrollably. Vander was happy to let both younger men stay the night, Silco joining them in the early hours of the morning.

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Christopher Lee: A Sinister Centenary - Number 17

Welcome to Christopher Lee: A Sinister Centenary! Over the course of May, I will be counting down My Top 31 Favorite Performances by my favorite actor, the late, great Sir Christopher Lee, in honor of his 100th Birthday. Although this fine actor left us a few years ago, his legacy endures, and this countdown is a tribute to said legacy! Today’s Subject, My 17th Favorite Christopher Lee Performance: Sir Henry Baskervilles, from The Hound of the Baskervilles (1959).

Hammer’s “Hound of the Baskervilles” is one of my two favorite cinematic treatments of the famous Sherlock Holmes story. (The other is the Basil Rathbone version, which came out twenty years earlier in 1939.) Much like our earlier entry, the Mummy, you can very much see this film as something of a stepping stone in Sir Christopher’s career: he doesn’t play the bad guy here, he's not a monster of any kind. In fact, in a very rare turn for Lee – even for this point in his career – he is the romantic leading man. In the film, Lee actually plays Sherlock Holmes’ client: a young British earl who returns to his ancestral home in the middle of Dartmoor after the mysterious death of his uncle. The estate is supposedly haunted by a demonic hound, seekin to destroy the young Sir Henry’s life. I do want to say that it’s kind of funny this was the only Sherlock Holmes movie both Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee did together, as well as the first time either of them DID a Holmes related piece: Cushing would go on to play Holmes in a TV series and a TV film, while Lee would appear in two television films as the Great Detective, and as Mycroft Holmes in a theatrical release. Yet in their first and only outing together, Lee does not play Dr. Watson, nor even the villain of the story Holmes must conquer: he plays the victim, the guy Holmes and Watson have to save and assist. While this is probably one of history’s biggest missed opportunities (since Lee would have made a great Watson OR a great Professor Moriarty, in my opinion), I actually kind of like the fact that Lee’s role isn’t what you would have expected nowadays. The reason Sir Henry Baskerville ranks so high is because, both for the time and even since then, this was not a role you usually saw Lee play. And he plays it brilliantly: his Sir Henry is my favorite take on the character, without question. He brings authority to the part that other versions of Henry lack, but he still has the necessary vulnerability and romantic sensitivity other incarnations have, as well. With other takes on Sir Henry, they sort of fade into the background while Holmes and Watson get all the fun, so to speak. Not so with Christopher Lee: his commanding presence allows him to stand up strong in the cast, and he, Holmes, and Watson almost feel like a proper trio, rather than it being Holmes and Watson with Henry as “just” their client. You care about Lee’s character, and no scene he appears in turns out to be a bore. He is just as important as the detective and his sidekick. The only major reason why Sir Henry Baskerville DOESN’T make my Top 15 is simply this: while the part itself is fascinating for what it shows about Lee as an actor at the time, as well as just an actor in general, and he does somehow manage to keep a tight grip on his part and make it just as star-turning as Holmes and Watson…well, let’s face it: it’s still a Sherlock Holmes movie, and at the end of the day, Sir Henry Baskerville just won’t enrapture one as much as the people trying to save him. It’s a brilliant piece of acting in a grand Sherlock Holmes movie…but the film truly belongs to Peter Cushing and Andre Morell as the sleuth and his ally, not to Sir Henry. Again though, this does not make Sir Henry any less great in this movie, and Lee singlehandedly turns what could have been a fairly generic character into somebody you almost wish could have a film all to himself. Almost. There may not have been a Baskerville Curse…but there is a curse when you work with Sherlock Holmes, and it’s the same as when anyone works with children, animals, or puppets. If you know anything about showbiz, you know what I mean. :P We’re almost at the halfway point of the countdown! Tomorrow, I present my choice for Number 16!

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Ele-May-ntary - Number 4

Welcome to Ele-May-ntary! All throughout the month of May, I’ve been counting down my Top 31 Favorite Portrayals of Sherlock Holmes, from movies, television, radio, and even video games! We’re growing closer to the end of this countdown, and our last few Holmes portrayals are arguably some of the most definitive and nostalgic. Today’s entry is no exception. Number 4 is…Peter Cushing.

Peter Cushing was a phenomenal and versatile actor best known for his appearance as the Grand Moff Tarkin in Star Wars, as well as his roles as Professor Van Helsing and Dr. Frankenstein in various Hammer Horror movies. Alongside these roles, however, Cushing also made a name for himself playing Sherlock Holmes on numerous occasions. Cushing was actually a major, MAJOR fan of the original Conan Doyle stories; just as Eille Norwood did back in the silent era, every time Cushing handled the role of the Master Detective, he carried annotated copies of the stories with him for reference purposes. Cushing was as meticulous to detail in crafting the character as Holmes was when solving a case: if he disagreed with something in a script, he would either ask for permission to have it adjusted, or simply ad-lib and change things via his own judgment. Given his stardom and sense of refinement, scarcely anybody argued his creative choices: so much of what makes his Holmes great comes from the man himself. As I mentioned when I spoke of Douglas Wilmer, who played Holmes in the 1960s BBC TV series, Cushing took over from Wilmer when the show went into its second, full color season. Despite his high placement on this list, I must confess that – at least for THAT particular take on Holmes – I actually prefer Wilmer slightly more. Cushing’s Holmes – perhaps due to backlash to Wilmer’s more hardened portrayal – is a more playful and tender-hearted take on the character in that show. However, I do think he has much better chemistry with his Watson in that outing, Nigel Stock, than Wilmer did: the two bounce off each other beautifully and their friendship is genuine and warm, despite all the frustrations they occasionally cause each other. Cushing’s Holmes in this outing is by no means bad, but of the occasions he played the character, this is my least favorite. This may partially be due to the fact that Cushing had a hard time with the somewhat rigorous television schedule, claiming that he often felt he was struggling to remember his lines: perhaps that lack of temerity contributed to his performance. Of much greater success, in my mind, were Cushing’s two film-length takes on Holmes. One was “The Masks of Death,” which is another film that depicts an older Holmes and Watson – nearing retirement – attempting to solve a final case, this time involving an equally aged Irene Adler (played by Olga, Queen of the Cossacks herself, Anne Baxter). Originally, the film was just going to be a typical Holmes adventure, so to speak, but when the decision to cast Cushing was made – the man was already in his 70s at the time – the script and direction was changed, so that more emphasis was placed on Holmes’ age and mortality, and the way the world had shifted around both him and Watson by the time of this great caper. It’s a fascinating picture, and one that I often feel people don’t look into enough. Alongside Ian McKellen, Cushing brings to life perhaps the definitive “Old Holmes.” Cushing’s finest outing as Holmes, however, was undoubtedly his first…and, perhaps predictably, it was a Hammer production. Having handled such properties as Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Mummy, Hammer decided to take a crack at Holmes with their own version of “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” Since Cushing was their biggest cash cow at the time, and since his love of the stories was known to several people involved in the production, he was given his first chance to play the Master Detective. If you’re going to watch only one Cushing Holmes outing, see THIS one: his Holmes in this movie is GLORIOUS. The character’s role is actually slightly expanded from the book (“Hound” is, in some ways, more a Watson story than a Holmes story, in the original book), and Cushing gets tons of time to relish the part. He’s energized and quick, shifting moods and approaches so fast it’s honestly hard to keep up at times. He’s theatrical and eccentric, but also calculating and logical. He can be curt and patronizing, but he can also be kind and sympathetic. He’s all over the place, while also being entirely in control: just the way Holmes should be. To me, Cushing’s take on the character in Hammer’s Hound is one of the most definitive…especially interesting, considering the many liberties that adaptation takes with the source material, but that’s another story. We’re about to enter the Top 3! Who will be next? Check in and find out!