FEARLESS

Check out the FEARLESS trailer.




FEARLESS, the latest pornvid from PAUL MORRIS, the most notorious man in porn, features a hole-destroyin' gangbang, a daddy-boy ass-seedin', TIM exclusive CHRISTIAN moaning for more jizz up his hole as a roomful of men dump their loads up his ass -- and much, much more! Coming soon...

NYC Folsom East 2008

Treasure Island Media spent last weekend hanging out at NYC Folsom East 2008 Street Festival.

While we always look forward to the original Folsom Street Fair as it is right in our backyard, we were certainly pleased to be in Manhattan for a different kind of backyard action.

TIM exclusive CHRISTIAN was with us when they announced over the loud-speaker that a competition would be held for all porn stars in attendance. The challenge was to see which model could most quickly, happily and thoroughly get this Empire State Dick up their butt-hole.



(still not sure what the sledge-hammer was for...)

Naturally, Christian was eager to participate. In fact, Christian was the ONLY dude in the crowd who even volunteered.




Just goes to show what type of men can call themselves TIM exclusives; wild, sex-crazed, giant-dildo-in-their-porthole-lovin' scoundrels.

Keep an eye out for Christian's, umm, award winning talents in Paul's upcoming release, FEARLESS.

Thanks to everyone that came to the booth for a chat and we'll see you at the next one.

Bye the way, how can you not fuckin' love Christian?

Nice Cock

Paul gets tons of pictures of guys' dicks. Every once in a while he is compelled to share.




There is a lack of enthusiasm for the shaving but that seems to be what the kids are into these days. Not sure what it is about crotch stubble that is appealing. It is pretty awesome though that this guy sent us a picture from his toilet seat.

Porn Shoot Off Cuts

Our new director in London, Liam Cole, sees things a bit differently. The boy loves body parts (see: his dismembered man). This is a series of out-takes from Liam's recent shoots. No semen-spouting here (you'll have to buy the ensuing DVD for that) but it comes with a certain amount of artistic street cred. This piece has been shown in art galleries throughout the UK, including the internationally-renowned Whitechapel Gallery. Not bad from a chap some have called "a simple-minded voyeur."




Of course, we are not in the art business. We are in the porn business. See if you can identify any of these models (by their muscles, nipples or grunts) from our latest release, UK Beef Bangers.

Keep an eye out for much, much more from Mr. Liam Cole.

Sexy Smoker

These are some of our new guys having a little fun before getting down to business.

Dismemberment is always sexy

Thoughts?

I'm Blowin' to Jail

Apparently sucking off a sleeping guy is a crime. Based on my activities in middle school I am pretty sure I deserve a life sentence.






Once Mr. Murphy gets out of jail we are going to sign him up for our new "Knocked Out & Sucked Off" series.

Paul Morris is nothing if not a giant of philanthropy. With each throbbing, bloody man-beat of his weighty heart-muscle, cash flows forth towards the world’s worthy causes. From channeling funds to the revolutionary guerrilla army FARC in Columbia to subsidizing the campaign of chess-master-turned-Russian presidential candidate Garry Kasparov, Paul's fondness for giving knows no limit.

Paul Morris most recently sponsored two first-of-their-kind charity gang-bangs at this year’s International Mr. Leather. The descriptively dubbed “Buck-a-Fuck” and “Buck-a-Suck” allowed all comers to drop some cash and dump a load into the donation-holes of TIM mainstays, Mark Dixon and James Roscoe. Using these two men for their respective charity fuck and suck fests shows our commitment to the needy. There’s nothin’ finer than Mark’s sweet ass, nor James Roscoe’s tender cum-gullet. Mark’s ass-hole is like an ol’-timey, therapeutic hot spring. Once fully immersed all your cares and troubles float away. James’ beautiful face does not betray his insatiable thirst for cock and cum. He truly embodies TIM’s new slogan “Suck Dick, Save the World.”

Staged within our rooms at the IML host hotel, the sexy leather men who participated in the Buck-a-Fuck eagerly awaited their turn to donate. Initially, we weren’t sure how these guys would perform with the cameras rolling. While our bottoms are certified exhibitionists, most of the tops had never gotten off on film. Once the action started however, there wasn’t a shy cock in the house.


Man after man climbed onto Mark and gave him a charitable pounding. I’m not sure how many loads he took but by the end his bum was oozin’ from the bruisin’.


The Buck-a-Fuck even had some familiar faces as TIM model Austin Shadow showed up to do his part and contribute his load.




As for James Roscoe and his suck-a-thon…I was in constant awe as that sexy man devoured each cock as if he wasn’t about to take dozens more (he was).


Tens of men entered that room and each one left saying he felt like James was there “just for him.” It takes a special kind of cocksucker to make a top in a bukkake feel like he is the “one.”









James is a man with an incredibly special talent, that is for sure. Just look at that face.





If you walked into a charity cock-sucking fund raiser and saw this guy waiting to suck you off, I’m pretty sure you’d empty your pockets and your balls as fast as possible.

We’d like to thank everyone who participated in these two events. It certainly was a lot of fun and hopefully everyone agrees, it feels pretty darn good to give.

FEARLESS: coming soon

Dan Fisk's Diary: IML Chicago

I had a great time this year at IML. Plenty of leather, plenty of sex!

If you know me, you know there's nothing I love more than getting my cock sucked. And this year three of the best cocksuckers I've ever met sucked my cock---two of them in public, on the streets of Chicago. If you were at IML this year, you may have noticed that the sex spilled out into the streets.

I was walking around late in the afternoon and noticed a lean young man standing alone in an alley. He had short curly brown hair, brown eyes and a dark hungry look. He was the kind of guy that has five o'clock shadow at noon. He smiled at me, so I stopped and asked him his name. He told me in a way that led me to jump in feet first: I asked if he liked sucking cock.

He grinned and led me a little further down the alley. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. He went down with absolutely no resistance. As he undid my belt, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. But I wanted him to focus on my dick, not on street traffic, so I put my hands on the back of his head and pushed his face into my crotch, sliding my pulsing cock right down his warm, wet throat.

I love a guy who takes his time. This guy took his time. He used his tongue to bathe my balls. Then he kissed the length of my cock, and when he got to my throbbing cockhead he lovingly lapped up every drop of my salty precum.

I gripped his curly hair with both of my hands and starting to give him a thorough facefuck. He was making helpless gutteral animal noises and I was breathing heavier and faster. I suddenly realized that the sounds we were making had attracted attention from people walking by the alley! and a couple of grinning leathermen had stopped to watch me use this guy's willing mouth.

An audience is all I need to push me over the edge. I felt that incredible build-up deep inside and the sperm jetted out into my cocksucker's hungry mouth. I pulled his head back only long enough to watch a shot of my cum hit the back of this street-slut's tongue. Then I shoved in as deep as I could, deep down his gulping throat.

When I was all done he kept sucking and nursing my softening cock. The show was over, the leathermen had wandered away and after a minute or two I felt the need to piss. Not saying a word, I just relaxed and let my stream of hot piss flood down the cocksucker's grateful throat. He gulped like an experienced piss-hound and I know I filled his little belly up. Finally I slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y pulled out, feeling his throat and tongue and mouth wanting me to stay inside him.

After I was out, he stood up. I looked down and noticed that his pants were soaked: he'd pissed himself while I'd filled him up with my piss. We grinned at each other. He said "Thanks, Dan. I've wanted your juice for just about forever!" He fuckin' knew who I was! I walked off, feeling as happy as I've ever felt in my life.

Chicago: now that's a great fuckin' town!
More Soon!
Dan Fisk

Graham does not equal Jablonsky

Some of you have asked if Graham Neston and Jack Jablonsky are the same person.
So to quell your paranioa we will clarify -

This is a Graham.



This is a Jablonsky.

Meet the Frenchman.

Nothin' like a sexy foreign mug and bum to brighten your day. His passport says he's been everywhere. Let's see if he'll do everything.

Paul's latest

IML 2008

Treasure Island Media was out in force at this year's International Mr. Leather. Paul Morris sent his for-hire army of cocksuckers from San Francisco to Chicago to destroy the Hyatt Regency Chicago. Perhaps in the end we did not destroy the building (they let us smoke in the rooms...we gave them the benefit of the doubt) but we certainly defiled it right and good.

Working for Treasure Island Media is like being part of the cool kid clique in school. You know that group. The one that hangs out in stairwells smoking cigarettes, drinking whiskey and pissing on each other. That's us. You shouldn't hang out with us. We are trouble. And wet.

It is a good thing we were there as IML seemed pretty tame compared to our standards (see: Dante's Inferno). While there were plenty of hot leather daddies walking their leather puppies, there certainly wasn't enough large scale group sex in open spaces (although I did see several baby strollers). Luckily, Treasure Island Media had the sexy foresight to throw its own sex party, the first ever outside-of-San Francisco Cockpit. Thanks to the excellent men at the Jackhammer Bar and their dirty play space "The Hole," T.I.M. serviced the needs of many a late-night prowler.

The word spread throughout the weekend as men came to our booth in the Leather Mart to ask, "do you know anything about this underground sex party?" All we said was "yup." That's all that was needed. When it comes to men and hot sex, you don't need too much information or direction. Just plant the seed and it will grow. Those who really wanted it, found it.

By the way, there were plenty of men who really wanted it.

Overall, IML was a blast for us. We gave away a shit ton of porn, talked to our amazing sex-crazed fans from around the world and riled up some of the more "gentile" piggies in the crowd. It is an interesting thing being a part of this company. Even amongst thousands of men in collars, nipple clamps, bondage beds and ball gags, you still feel as if you are the outcast. I for one find pleasure in walking around in a Built to Fuck t-shirt and catching judgmental queers giving you a look that says "how do you live with yourself." The answer is, “quite well” (and rolling in cash!) I mean, we are evil for sure. Occasionally it is nice to be validated as such.

--Graham

Graham Neston

Hey guys. My name is Graham and I am pleased to be a new contributor to the T.I.M. blog. I am so fresh to Treasure Island Media I still vividly remember my first meeting with the guys here. I came in to the Treasure Island Media offices for an interview wide-eyed and wearing a bright yellow shirt and a blue tie (my last job was working in politics so the idea of a “job interview” still meant presenting oneself sharply…I looked good by the way). Anyway, halfway through the interview Paul offered me a cup of his own urine (he also asked me if I was uncircumcised. I am. He has amazing intuition). We had a saying back on the campaign trail. In order to work 90 hours a week happily for a candidate you must “drink the kool-aide and be a true believer.” I knew Treasure Island Media was more cult than porn studio but I did not expect to be initiated so quickly with Paul’s own brand of “kool-aide.” It gets a little hazy after that but 5 months later, here I am.

I am not sure when I realized the world of hardcore, semen-glorifying porn would be for me. Maybe it was all the masturbating to hardcore, semen-glorifying porn. Perhaps it was the time in college when I was nearly expelled for tossing a cup of my own cum onto an all-male group of a cappella singers. I had a dual realization after that experience that I probably wouldn’t have a future in American politics and that I loved spewing semen in public. Looking at it now, I think I was destined to be a part of this company.





In my short tenure here I have learned a lot. First and foremost, poppers are not for drinking (learned that one the hard way). Second, if you have a roommate with the last name Holeman, you might as well ask him to build you gloryholes. Lastly, if Paul Morris asks you to go to Chicago and share a room with a cannibal, pack your bags and provide your own dinner fork. It’s been a good couple of months. I look forward to keeping you all updated with what’s going on in this world and that.

Thanks for having me.