Steer got it on the ass.  In the Wild West everyone knew who owned what.

          Who owns your cock and balls?  Can we tell by looking?

          Well, Toronto is East rather than West.  Wild, though, it is.  And here you now usually can tell by looking.

          Take Flex for example.  Take Flex for sex-ample, actually.  What a set that nude dancer has!

          He’s pretty popular at Remingtons.  The pretty boys all crowd around when Flex is up and about.  Picture the perfectly buffed silky smooth bod with the silky smooth lusciously low-hanging testicular temptations and the usually hard rocket-of-romance.

          The pretty boys are pretty good cock suckers all right, but it’s the Armani-clad men-of-means that usually cash in with Flex.  Some say he’s worth $millions, or will be when his owner makes final payment.

          Frederic Allen Golson is the owner.  “Allen” is a late addition to his moniker, as the rich lawyer got a rich thrill when he had the middle name legally changed so his initials would be so kinkily kool.

          “F.A.G” is a pretty cool monogram.  Everything he wears seems to have it sewn on somewhere – nothing ostentatious, just subtle white-on-white, grey-on-grey, etc.

          Because Frederic made a going-down payment on Flex, the monogram is also to be seen on that great piece of work.

         So far, Frederic owns Flex’s balls, but he is always bargaining for more.  Let me explain how ball ownership is documented.

          When Flex starts to dance and flex, his Super-Sized male sex is still concealed – just a beautiful bountiful bulge in that skimpy silky g-string.  During the second dance, the pretty boys who have stuffed it full with the most $50’s and $100’s get to bite off the g-string (then they bite each other gnawing for the trophy).

          It is limp but luscious.  Nothing yet obviously different other than its obvious magnificence.  Then Armani man pulls out one of those no-longer-printed $1,000’s and Flex gets a cash-hard-on.

          Oh how everyone in the place would just love to slurp that rocket into blasting towards the galaxy the great gun seems to have in its sights.  But the real sight is below the launching pad.

          “F.A.G.” branded brightly on ball sack right.  “F.A.G.” branded brightly on ball sack left.

          Armani man, F.A.G., also owns the cock head, but the bulbous bareness isn’t yet marked.  The delay is over questions of orientation.

          Not sexual orientation of course.  Things are pretty clear there.  The question is typographic orientation.

          When Flex’s big cock is hanging down in its relaxed state of mind, the obvious choice would be align the “F.A.G.” brand with the cute cut line, with letter bottoms on the cute tip side of the cock head.

          Problem with the obvious solution, however, comes when the great cock is hard.  From Flex’s point of view, his cock head would be labeled with an upside-down “F.A.G.,” although the pretty boys and Armani-man on their knees in suck-ready position would read “F.A.G.” correctly on the kissable cock head as they move on in.

          Latest word has it that the brand will be set so Flex will see it right-side-up when his cock is hard.  What appears to be the deciding factor is how the cock head will look when Armani-man makes final payment and takes possession of his wonderful prize.

          Whether the rich legal guy takes the balls and head as trophies to display or delicacies to digest, the orientation answer is the same.

          With Flex’s cock head on a gold platter – either preserved under glass or semen-steamed for consumption – it will look just great pointing up with the “F.A.G.” brand correctly readable.

          Same, and even more obvious for the balls that are already branded.  As dangling trophies or as tasty testes, the “F.A.G.” brand will stand out just fine.

          A final note:

          Toronto-brand branding is fairly new (about six months and about sixty sets into it so far).  Soon there will be movies – both “how-to” types and your basic “jack-off-to” types.

          The methods are the same as the centuries-old technique of red-hot branding irons used for animals, but the irons here are each custom made in smaller yet very ornate versions.

          The branding ceremonies vary.  But all are hot, hot, hot – so to speak!

          So far, all branded have remained loyal to their loving owners.  Husbands scorched and marked for sexy wives.  Boyfriends scorched and marked for sexy (or rich) boyfriends.  Slaves branded to better belong to their mistresses or masters.

          Mostly its balls and cock heads – because they are the easiest to remove and collect by the owners when they choose (using the eunuch.org-described banding methods, of course).  Nipples have gone for F on F lovers too.

          I don’t think a whole cock-ball set is yet to go, but I know some are branded with transfer anxious for completion by both the original owners and by the new owners.  Consummation is probably a matter of medical detail for these “big” jobs.

          Rumor has it that some guys are even full-body-branded – those with fetish wishes to be cannibalized I assume, and those with equally strong fetishes to cook and munch an entire man-lunch.