A SURPRISE ON-AIR LUNCHEON!

Is this the object of the luncheon?

     Mmmmmmm!

     I hope he is...because he looks like he would feed an all-male audience of thirty on today's show of Faces Down!

     Those beautiful pecs...those indescribable thighs...those lucious calves...and that marvelous six-pack! And that's just what can be seen before he is properly prepared prior to the luncheon.

     Let us not forget the twelve pairs of ribs, with that tender, juicy "beef" on them.

     But, of course, all that meat needs to be properly tenderized. And the way to do that is to bring this beautiful bod onstage at the beginning of the day's show and hang him by his neck about five or six feet off the floor...dressed as he is in the picture...and leave him to strangle and kick for about fifteen minutes, just long enough to allow the adrenaline to pump its juice all through each and every muscle.

     Of course, though...the guy has first to be located before he can be captured and brought to the show. But, where could he be found? I sent out the entire crew of my show to see whether or not they could successfully find him. All through the morning...no success! Then...leave it to my executive producer Carl to find that who I sought.

     Carl found Bernardo by a pool in Escondido...dressed exactly as he is in the picture. There was only one problem...he was doing a photo shoot. That meant only one thing...Carl would have to wait until the end of the shoot in order to obtain the target. Well, all I can say is that the shoot had better end soon...because I had thirty very hungry audience members waiting for a feast they had been promised. And, all I know is that if they did not receive what had been promised...I was going to be taking Bernardo's place at the end of a rope and in their stomachs.

     Soon, the shoot had ended and Bernardo, picking up a towel, proceeded to walk to his cabana to change for his journey home. That Carl could not permit. He made his way into Bernardo's cabana well before the intended victim. Removing his handkerchief and a bottle of extra strength chloroform from his pocket as well as a mask to keep from knocking himself unconscious, Carl opened the bottle and doused the handkerchief with the chloroform...and laid in wait. He didn't have long to wait.

     Bernardo walked into the cabana and proceeded to walk to his bathroom in order to shower and change into street clothes for his trip home. Now was Carl's chance. Silently, he approached Bernardo from behind and placed the handkerchief over Bernardo's nose and mouth. Bernardo proceeded to struggle...but Carl proved to be the stronger as he pinioned Bernardo's arms, forcing him to breathe the fumes in deeply.

     Soon, Bernardo slumped unconscious to the floor. Carl looked around for something to use in order to carry the unconscious Bernardo out to the production company's van. Then...he saw it! A large shag rug, measuring eighty inches in width and ten feet in length...just large enough to roll Bernardo up in.

     Taking Bernardo by his wrists, Carl dragged him over and placed him face down at attention at one end of the carpet, placing the still-wet handkerchief under his nose to keep him from regaining consciousness before he could get to the studio and meet his death at the end of the rope which was waiting in the center of the Faces Down stage. Carl then rolled Bernardo up like a Swiss roll, tying the ends of the carpet beyond his feet and head.

     Going to the door of the cabana, Carl opened it and looked outside to see whether there was anybody still on the beach. Luckily, the beach was deserted...save for a couple of joggers running by the surf. Carl came out of the cabana and, with key in hand, walked over to the van and opened the back doors wide before returning inside Bernardo's cabana. Shortly, Carl emerged, carrying the carpet with Bernardo's unconscious body securely wrapped within. He placed the bundle in the back of the van, returned to the cabana, closed and locked the door before closing the van's door and hopping in behind the wheel. Soon, Carl and his sleeping passenger were on their way back to the studio. Of course, I was monitoring the van's every movement with the GPS radar which was installed.

     Soon, Carl entered the studio with the carpet flung over his shoulder. I approached him and knelt beside the bundle as he untied the knots at either end and gently unrolled the carpet, revealing Bernardo still unconscious with the chloroform-soaked handkerchief under his nose...and still on his stomach in his all-too-revealing trunks!

     I walked over to a nearby cabinet, reached inside and removed a pair of ankle manacles and a pair of handcuffs. Upon returning to the prone figure, I knelt down and rested my haunches upon Bernardo's thighs, reached forward and placed the handcuffs upon his wrists. Then, still resting upon his thighs, I turned and, pressing my bent inner knees against Bernardo's outer knees, I reached out and manacled Bernardo's ankles. Upon completing this move, I almost lost my balance and would have fallen prone upon Bernardo's prone body. I regained my balance, rose to my feet and admired my work. Soon...the real fun would start.

     I had Carl reach down, pick up Bernardo's still-unconscious body and seat him in a chair...right under a noose which I had fashioned with the traditional thirteen loops. I placed the noose around Bernardo's neck, took hold of the opposite end of the rope and pulled it tight enough to arouse Bernardo from his drug-induced slumber.

     As Bernardo awoke, the audience began to applaud what was to happen next. Smiling at my victim, I told Bernardo to stand atop the chair as I pulled the rope and as the noose tightened about his neck. Soon, Bernardo stood on tippy-toes as the noose got tighter and tighter, cutting off the valuable air to his lungs. Giving the rope one final tug, the noose tightened about Bernardo's neck as much as it could, forcing his head to lean grotesquely to one side yet still enough to force his chin down upon his clavicle.

     Now, the real fun was to take place. As Bernardo looked down at me, his eyes wide in terror as to what was to happen next, I approached the chair...and, gazing at Bernardo's kneebacks, pulled the chair out from under him. Another round of applause arose from the audience members as they watched the body of their expectant luncheon start performing a floorless jig. A fresher round of applause arose as the blood vessels in Bernardo's eyes burst, turning the sclera of both eyes blood red. A newer round arose as they watched Bernardo's eyes begin to bulge from the sockets. A final round arose when Bernardo began gurgling his last and the spasms in his muscles ceased, letting the members of the audience know that he was at last deceased.

     I had Carl reach up and unfasten the noose from Bernardo's dead neck. As he did so, the dead body fell over his shoulder. He curled his arms about the dead knees, turned and carried Bernardo's body into the studio's kitchen...where the lunch would be prepared.

THE PLEASURES OF MASTURBATION

This look of pain would soon become one of pleasure

     Welcome back to Faces Down...the show where not only my guests and I, but the male studio audience as well, dress in shorts and relinquish their rights to have anything done to their kneebacks on close-circuit television.

     Today's subject...male masturbation.

HOW DO YOU LIKE TO BE SEEN IN SHORTS?

Actually...in what type and which position and/or situation?

     Sasha: Welcome to my fourth episode of Faces Down.

     Today, the main questions I have not only for my guests but for the members of my audience as well are "How do you like to be seen while wearing shorts? What type would you like to be seen in? What type of position would you prefer to be viewed in? What type of situation would you prefer to be viewed in?"

     My preferred answer is:

     I like to be viewed publicly in a pair of either mid-thigh or knee-length shorts, wearing white athletic knee socks and sneakers. My favorite position would be laying face down with my hands tied securely behind my back and my feet bound tightly at my ankles. As for my favorite situations...there is where the problem lies.

     When I am at home alone with my three sons, I prefer to have them chomp down upon the meaty parts of my legs...like my thighs and calves...and have them kiss and lick my nicely-formed kneebacks---like Pooka and his friends did on my show last week when we celebrated his eighth birthday party and goodies were dumped upon the back of my legs and he and his friends ate them off my legs. Of course, though, one of his friends got a little over-anxious and bit down on my meat.

     Another situation was when I was shopping during a mens' day at a supermarket and the urge came upon me to lay face down in the aisle with my hands slapped against my thighs. The store manager called out on the PA system of what I was doing. From everywhere in the store, boys and men came and watched as I lay there with the lower half of my thighs and my kneebacks facing the ceiling. When the urge subsided, I rose to my feet, accepted a Wet Ones wipe with which to clean the dust off the front of my thighs and knees, bowed to the others as they applauded my "show" and finished my shopping. What pleasure that was!

     Another situation which comes to my mind are the death dreams which I have had since I learned to appreciate my legs when I was 14---my Nazi death dream, my death dreams during my five-day train trip from Moscow to Vladivostok, etc. They were such delicious forms of dying while I was dressed in shorts...and all with my kneebacks either facing the ceiling, sky or the viewing public while I was hanged, shot, decapitated or burned...and all with my viewing public coming forward to kiss my kneebacks before I died!

     And which situation can outdo these when you are having your friends and strangers thrust pins into your kneebacks? That is total bliss!

     And now...it is the time for my guests to tell me about their experiences! Casper?

      Casper: I'm just like you, Sasha. My favorite position is face down at attention in an open field, dressed in mid-thigh shorts and white below-the-calf socks and sneakers with my kneebacks facing a cloudless blue sky or on my bed with just my son, Cappy, and my male friends...like you...standing over me, chomping on my beefy thighs and calves and kissing and licking my sweet kneebacks.

      Sasha: But what is your favorite situation?

     Casper: Sometimes, I dream of being hanged with a hood over my head, my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together...wearing shorts and below-the-calf socks and being short-dropped through a gallows' trapdoor and doing a 180 in front of my viewing public, who applaud when my kneebacks face them and my death throes ripple through my thighs and calves. It's something that I wish the children would see as well. It would be thoroughly educational for them to see how a person is executed.

     Sasha: That sound like a perfect death dream. What about you, Emile?

     Emile: Give me any kind of shorts, Sasha, and I'm happy. The way I would prefer to be dressed was the way I was dressed in Into the Wild. The first time the movie viewers saw me wearing shorts was in the beginning where I burned all my money and credit cards and started to trek out on my own. I wore mid-thigh shorts, black mid-calf socks, chukka boots and a windbreaker, showing my kneebacks to the audience as I walked away from the miniature conflagration. If I were to die like Chris McCandless did, I would dress in the same clothing and lie face down on the floor of the bus, with the bus door open to invite wolves in to dine on my dead meat.

     Sasha: Fantastic, Emile! That's the best way to go...leaving your body---especially your naked legs---available to feed the wildlife. Kudos to you! What about you, Tad?

     Tad: I would love to see the looks on the faces of boys and men as I walk around L.A., dressed in a kilt like I wore in American Pie presents Band Camp. I must have had guys of all ages ogling me as I marched up and down with my legs naked down to just below my knees, playing the bagpipes as I did. There must have been plenty of tongues smacking their lips when my back faced the camera and they got an eyeload of my thighs and kneebacks.

     Sasha: Fine. But what kind of situation would you prefer to be seen in?

     Tad: I would wish that I was back in 17th century Scotland about to be beheaded for treason. My body would lie face down on a slab while the executioner chops off my head. It sure would look great if my legs were flopping around in death throes while the executioner raises my head and shows it to the male populace, allowing the blood to drip on the back of my meats as they come to a dead stop.

     Sasha: Oh, Tad...you really know how to describe death with naked legs with such ferocity and beauty.
What do you all think, guys?

     The all-male audience rises to their feet and applauds the ways my guests describe dying with their legs naked for all to see.

     Join me next week...when my guests and I will be joined by Baruch Sadaf, the owner of Sadaf Foods of Los Angeles, who will demonstrate kosher cooking.

HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY, POOKA!

See my delicious-looking meats? Well, today they take second billing!

     Yes, that's correct. My legs will not take top billing on this day's presentation of Faces Down. The reason is that today...October 5th...is the eighth birthday of my son Peter, whom I affectionately call Pooka. No, it's not a nickname...it's a pet name, actually. I got the name from the flappy-eared dog in the animated 1997 film Anastasia. I liked the name so much that I just had to give it to my middle son.

     The actual reason why my legs will take second billing is that, in honor of my son's birthday, his party will be televised on my show. While I'm laying face down on a table, Pooka and his male friends shall be dining on sugar-free cake and frozen yogurt which the show's caterer, Chef Joseph, will be ladling all over my thighs, calves and kneebacks. Oh, I can hardly wait to feel those pre-pubescent tongues licking the goodies from my legs...and occasionally taking nips from them with their tiny teeth!

     With two lengths of waxed cord, Carl (my co-host) will tie my hands tightly behind my back and my feet tightly together at the ankles. He will then check the crack between my legs (Oh, how I love it when his hands touch my meats!) to make certain that none of the cake or yogurt will go down the inner sides of my legs...otherwise, the little "munchkins" will have to try to force their tongues between them to lick whatever food goes down there. Not that I wouldn't mind. The mere thought of it is just enough to force me to cum in my shorts!

     When the show gets started, the boys are led into the dining area on the stage...and to the banquet on my tanned legs. Once they get started, I can actually start hosting my show again. As I introduce my famous guest stars...my best friend Casper Van Dien and actors Emile Hirsch and American Pie presents Band Camp's Tad Hilgenbrink...I hear a pair of over-anxious teeth click together and feel it as well as they fully bite the tender skin of my left kneeback.

     "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I cry out in ecstasy as that which I wished would happen to me on TV actually did occur. Burying my face in the plush pillow which I previously placed on the table for such an occurrence, I mumble "Please don't break the skin. Leave some meat alone for my guests to taste".

     As the party begins to wind down, I can feel most of the youngsters licking the remains of the birthday treats off my legs. At the break, Carl leads them offstage...and me as well---so that I can wash off the remains of the goodies and check to see if any real damage was done to my left kneeback.

     "Thank God!" I exclaim, as I notice that only teeth marks were left to bear witness of one of my son's over-anxious friend's bite. There was an indentation...but none of the skin was broken. If it was, I would never be able to wear shorts on my show until it healed. Teeth marks I can live with...because showing them to the live and televised audience meant that even young nippers love my legs well enough to take a bite out of them.

     I change into a pair of mid-thigh tennis shorts and white below-the-calf socks and return to the stage for the second half of the show. Before taking my seat beside Casper, Emile and Tad (who are all resplendently attired in shorts), I turn my back to the camera so that my viewing audience can see the teeth marks on my left kneeback. The audience applauds that no real damage was done to my kneeback.

     Now, in this second half of the show, my guests get to lick the back of my legs as I stand up and fall face down before them with my hands at my sides. Casper, Emile and Tad pounce upon my meats as I look up at the camera and tell my viewers that, after the commercial, I shall be getting my licks in as Casper, Emile and Tad will change places with me...and I will get to lick their meats!

     At the end of the show, I announce who will be my guests on my next show...as well as what type of shorts I will wear. I don't really care what kind of shorts my guests will wear...as long as they are not the baggy mid-calf type.

     Till then...

...as Julia Child used to say on her weekly TV show, The French Chef...

...BON APPETIT!

NOW COMES THE REAL MEAT OF THE SHOW!

Oh, such tender morsels have I!

     Welcome to the second night of "Faces Down". We give thanks to the sponsor of our show...Sadaf Foods of Los Angeles. Sadaf Foods...where you can purchase kosher food at its best. Visit their convenient stores throughout Los Angeles...or order online at sadaffoods.com.

     Man, how I wish I could be on the menu. But then...if I was, that would be the end of my show.

     Tonight, I am one of five well-built men laying face down upon a table, dressed identically in mid-thigh denim shorts and pearly white below-the-calf socks. Carl, will you please choose a name of one of the audience members from the bowl and tell him what he has to do.

     Carl: With pleasure, Sasha. Will Joshua K. (last name must be withheld for security reasons) please come up onstage. Welcome, Joshua, to "Faces Down". Now, here is what you must do. Our host, Sasha Kasdan, is one of these men laying face down on this table. The curtain is drawn across their waists so as to hide their identities and make it harder for you to tell which one is Sasha. Your job...with your hands clenched behind your back, you must identify Sasha by licking the kneebacks of all five well-built men. If you lose, you must lay face down on the table and have the other four men lick your kneebacks. But, if you win...you will get a whole new shorts wardrobe! Are you ready?

     Joshua: Yes, sir!

     Carl: Then...lick away!

     Joshua clenches his hands tightly behind his back and bends over each handsome piece of meat, licking the kneebacks displayed in order to try to pick me out. He has already done two...and now he is about to taste mine. One secret I must reveal...my wife licks my kneebacks. And every time she does, I tend to flinch slightly. I wonder if Joshua will remember that from reading my blogs. He has just finished me and the last two. He stands erect and licks his lips.

     Carl: Well, Joshua...can you identify the kneebacks of Sasha Kasdan?

     Joshua: Number three.

     Carl: How can you be sure?

     Joshua: I recall he said his wife licks his kneebacks and he flinches whenever she does.

     Carl: Joshua, you...get a whole new shorts wardrobe---valued at $2000. Congratulations!

     As you can see, Joshua is a faithful follower of my blogs. He remembered reading about how I love having my kneebacks licked by my wife.

     So, today...I have been the victim.

     Join us again for "Faces Down". I am your host, Sasha Kasdan. See you next time when I might have another audience member malign my kneebacks!

WELCOME TO "FACES DOWN"!!!

Welcome, shorts wearers and kneeback lovers!

     Welcome, one and all! Especially all those handsome and beefy young men between the ages of 18 and 45...who love to wear shorts whenever and wherever they can and display their meaty legs for all to see!

     I am your host...Sasha Kasdan. And as you can see by the picture above...I just love to wear shorts and show off my deliciosities for every other male to see. I especially love to have my kneebacks admired. That is why this blog...as well as the accompanying reality show in CCTV...is called "Faces Down!" It is where any and all young men between 18 and 45 can get to show off their legs and have them injured by not only yours truly but the other guests with impugnity.

     In all of my other blogs, I told stories of not only myself but others who live to delight others of their sex by having them derive pleasure from the back of our legs. In this blog, you will see...

 ...handsome bods with enclothed packages...

 ...tightly wrapped booties...

...great-looking buds grabbing chokers to use on themselves and others...

...and great-looking guys who arm themselves, looking to use those arms on unsuspecting victims.

     Why, sometimes you'll even get to see me...

...displaying my back to the cameras, which at times would even fill their lenses with...

...my deliciosities, which have become the target of many of my favorite blogs!

     Those of you who subscribe to closed-circuit television can have the greatest pleasure of not only seeing what happens on my new show...but you can also email me for free tickets to sit in the audience and become an audience participant, which means you can win fantastic prizes.

     Who knows what those prizes could be? Well, I know! Since I and all my guests...and the all-male audience...are required to wear shorts and socks, the prizes would have to be something which could enable those men to show off their legs with impunity.

     On my first show, I stand on a dais. And when the lights come up, I am facing away from the camera, dressed in a white short-sleeved dress shirt, black shorts which end three inches above my kneebacks, black dress knee socks and black dress shoes. The camera goes in for a tight close-up of my handsome kneebacks then pull back as I turn and step down from the dais to my podium.

     Do you really like what you see?

     Well, then join me on my reality show "Faces Down" for the time of your life.

     And don't forget. If you are invited to the show, you must  wear shorts and socks and have hairless legs...because if you are chosen to appear onstage, you may either victimize---of be the victim!