Historic Dads

Varangians—beneath the iron and fur and fury, there was a brotherhood beyond words. Something sacred, and wild, and burning.

London, in the early years of the 1920s. Prominent men gathered in utmost secrecy to explore a most peculiar therapy, known only to the few as "regression"…

Bloodlines of the North - In the rugged world of Viking warriors, finding a mate was often as challenging as their battles...

More Victorian Dads coming up, plus some Victorian Doctor's visits....

The lines between flesh and machinery blur, the boundary between creator and creation becomes increasingly fragile and undeniably intimate...

The Varangians were men of blood, and not only in battle. In the shadowed halls, among shattered icons and the stench of burnt wood, they gave themselves over to a hunger deeper than plunder.

Hands, rough from axe and oar, seized flesh as they had seized the river. Mouths brutalized, teeth marked, and bodies grappled in a dance as violent as war itself.

In blood they were born, in blood they ruled, and in blood they knelt — not to gods, but to each other.

In blood they were born, in blood they ruled, and in blood they knelt — not to gods, but to each other.

Varengians: In blood they were born, in blood they ruled, and in blood they knelt — not to gods, but to each other.

They came with the river — black, endless — sliding through the night like serpents, their ships low and silent, their blades hungry. No language could hold them, no prayer turn them aside. Where they landed, the land wept.

In a world where only men remain, science and steam have become the pillars of survival. Within the imposing walls of the Department of Male Reproduction and Synthetic Vitality, the brightest minds of the era combine advanced genetics with intricate mechanical innovation to secure the future of humankind. Yet, as the lines between flesh and machinery blur, the boundary between creator and creation becomes increasingly fragile—and undeniably intimate...

In the heart of ancient Baghdad, hidden among winding alleys and vibrant souks, lies a hammam where generations gather to honor tradition and renewal...

Vikings knew survival meant more than battling nature—it was securing their legacy. To endure, they had to ensure their bloodline thrived.

Scantily clad, these royals gathered in their private quarters, their silken robes slipping as whispered intrigues mingled with candlelit desire.

On New Year’s Eve 1924 at the Gentlemen’s Club, big-bellied men toast at midnight, welcoming new life along with the new year! Happy New Year!

Presenting Santa's Helpers—a most curious and merry band, springing forth from the jolly man’s own round belly, ever ready to spread cheer, mischief, and the magic of the season!

Hast thou ever wondered whence Santa’s Helpers do arise? Pray, wonder no more—for they spring forth from his round and jolly belly, a marvel most peculiar, revealing that Father Christmas is brimming with far more than mere plum pudding!