For Jeff, my mentor my inspiration. – AfterDark

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An Amalaric Memorial to Jeff (Topsail)

Rummaging in my files, I found some manips relating to Jeff,  I don’t think were posted on the Bunker.

This first set are manips I made for CM that Jeff had captioned:

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The next set of manips was done by me for Jeff’s story, Trent Goes to SERE Training, when it was posted on CM, but not used when his later Revised Version of the story appeared on the Bunker.

These are numbered according to the chapters they illustrate in the story:

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To go to the Revised Version of the TRENT story, click this URL: 

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Or, go to BunkerContent / Literature / Authors/ Topsail

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R.I.P. Jeff Brennan (Topsail) passed away on Nov 7.

Jeff has had such an influence on so many of us in this group. Not only his great storytelling and illustrating, but in the way he encouraged others to be creative. I personally would never have started putting out any of this work had it not been for his gentle urging and on-going friendship. And I found him to have an almost childlike enthusiasm for things. I will miss a real friend.

Jeff was in his late eighties and had been having serious health issues. So, his death was not unexpected. He did take the time to write his own obituary for our community… which follows.

-Aquadude

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Jeffrey M. Brennan (the pseudonym he used professionally), died on November 7, 2020 in Florida. He was just three days short of his 88th birthday.

Born in a small town in New England in the waning years of the Hoover Administration, he grew up in the Great Depression and World War II. His father having died in an accident before he was two years old, he was raised by grandmothers and aunts for role models. He was separated from his two older brothers during his formative years, as they, too, were “farmed out” to other relatives.

As a pre-teen he developed an identification with “he-man heroes” in the comics, the movies and on radio. Pulp magazines of the era fueled his fascination with heroes held prisoner and tortured. He had fantasy friends with whom he imagined being captured by Indians, aliens from Mars, sadistic gangsters, and later by the enemies of World War II. He and his fantasy friends never gave in, never “talked,” but always managed to “take it like a man” and emerge victorious.

Jeff’s passion for “he-men” never became an obsession, never interfered with his highly successful life, nor was it followed as a life style. He balanced his fantasy world and the real world with intelligence and confidence. Educated in a service academy and subsequent graduate courses, he rose to high rank and retired in his 50’s as a senior military officer, having held significant command and staff positions. He was a veteran of the Korean and Vietnam wars, earning awards for combat action in the latter. He was well known in the military academic world as a historian and analyst, and had been published in professional journals and as a contributor to service academy textbooks.

Although limited in the fulfillment of his desires by both the constraints of the times and the entrenched regulations of the armed forces, he did enjoy many satisfying scenes, acting out [sometimes very realistically] the “he-man who won’t talk.”

With the advent of the Internet, Jeff became well known to the BDSM community as “Topsail.” He founded several Yahoo and MSN groups and contributed to many others. He was asked by its owner to take over the “Muscles-n-Manacles” site on Yahoo, and with three friends made it a popular Yahoo group. It was expanded as the website musclesnmanacles.com, but later was changed into a pay site by its hired webmaster. In recent years Jeff had continued to moderate several sites, and was a major contributor to the excellent site established by “Aquadude.”

Jeff was successful in living this “double life,” and worked tirelessly for civic and charitable organizations in his retirement. He remained until his death a highly respected military career man, with many wonderful friends; he was personally acquainted with many of the “names” in both his worlds. He was loved by the succeeding generations of his extended family, who knew him only as the generous uncle, grand-uncle and great-grand-uncle.

He was married late in life to a woman who had been a “best friend” for nearly forty years, but with whom he had never shared his secret alter ego.

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For stories by Jeff Brennan/Topsail, go to: Bunker Content/ Literature/ Authors/ Topsail

For his illustrative work, Go To: Bunker Content/ Special Features/ Topsail Captions

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Merry Christmas! – from Topsail

Playing it straight, just for today…

Topsail

“Trent Goes to SERE Training” (Revised), Complete Story — Topsail

For convenience, here is Jeff’s complete novelette in one posting. It is archived under Bunker Content/Literature/Topsail.

Having worked with Jeff for so many years I feel this is his personal “manifesto” of the hero-in-distress fantasy. Thank you, Jeff (Topsail) for sharing this very special story with all of us.

-Aquadude

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Trent Goes to SERE Training

By Jeffery Brennan (aka Topsail)

Foreword

Several years ago, when Vietnam was still a popular subject in fiction, I looked back upon some of my experiences during those years. (Yes, I am old enough to be a Vietnam vet.) A twelve week Counterinsurgency course included rigorous SERE training,

Survival, Evasion. Resistance, Escape. This is the closest one could come to living long-held fantasies; not playing war games with friends or contacts, this involved being captured and interrogated by real, live combat troops. Of course the training was professional and although strenuous, did not really fulfill fantasy to a significant degree. Thinking back on how I would like it to have gone, I wrote this story, liberally embellishing an account of the experience. Some of the basic events are factual, but the narrative is quite obviously fantasy fiction. Would I really have liked it to be this way? Don’t ask, just enjoy reading this tale when it appears on the Bunker.

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BILLY HANSEN

BILLY HANSEN

By Jeff Brennan

 

  

Part 1.    

     Ever since middle school, Billy Hansen had admired the smart looking guys at Jackson State, a satellite campus of the state university, located in his hometown. It wasn’t a big town, so there we ren’t many places for the college students to hang out, which made it possible for him to admire them pretty much whenever he wanted to. He especially enjoyed watching their teams in whatever sport was in season, and looked forward to the day when he might get into Jackson State himself and hang with guys like that.

     Billy was a big guy for his age, and by the time he got to high school, his naturally athletic physique, trim but muscular, got a lot of attention. He knew other guys admired him, and some were obviously jealous of the attention he got because of his good looks. His family was well known because his father was in the state legislature, and that made his conduct more closely scrutinized. His father was strict with him, insisting that he be a role model for American youth. He played sports in high school, not only because he liked to, but he wanted to be one of the guys, and overcome the unfair idea that he was a snob because his father was a VIP of sorts. He just wanted to show that he wasn’t stuck on himself, he wanted friends, but instead of appreciating the success his talent brought to the teams, they remained cool to him because he didn’t “mess around” with the crowd. He became sort of a loner, despite his part in getting the school recognized statewide for its winning teams.

The Rookie Tax Collector

The Rookie Tax Collector


by Jeff Brennan

 

Based on Aquadude’s Single-Plate Fantasy:

The Rookie Tax Collector

 

 

 

The rookie tax collector got back into his office almost at closing. As he limped into the building, he couldn’t help wondering what his next assignment would be.

 

Looking nervously around, he was suddenly acutely aware of his appearance. He’d successfully evaded security up from the garage and into the elevator lobby without being challenged, but there were still many government employees at their desks. He spotted the utility room off the lobby, and thought, “Maybe one of the janitors has an old pair of coveralls in there, or something.” As he furtively crossed the hall and slinked into the locker, the slight rumble of activity in the background signaled the end of working hours, as chairs were pushed back and drawers slammed shut throughout the building. A muffled cacaphony of voices further confirmed that people were on the move.

 

Breathing a little easier as he eased the door shut, he had a fleeting thought, “Sheeesh, I thought accounting was going to be a boring career.” Being a mid-grade civil servant was a secure position, but certainly had turned out not to be a boring one! He clicked the lock on the doorknob and turned, to see what he could find to cover his nakedness, so he could sneak back up to his office. Clad only in a tattered tee shirt and an absurdly redundant frayed necktie, the husky young number-cruncher’s movements suddenly froze.

The Cruel Sea

The Cruel Sea

By Jeff Brennan

 

Based on the Single Plate Fantasy, “Two Years Before the Mast”

 

Part One

 

Kurt had his bedroom VCR on rapid rewind. He’d been watching “Son of Captain Blood.” It was late, he was sleepy, but he had to see that scene again. Gorgeous, incredibly handsome Sean Flynn, skin tight trou, bare chest… held by two strong men … and whipped. Ahh, but why hadn’t they tied him up, spread-eagled him on a grating? Kurt sighed; “play”, click, the scene ran again.

 

Damn shame, he thought, drifting off. Beautiful man like that, disappeared so many years ago in Southeast Asia. Maybe it’s better, Kurt mused. A man dies young, he is virile and handsome forever in everyone’s memory. Sean, James Dean, too. Been dead 52 years but still young and beautiful in one’s mind. He relaxed his grip on his erection and sank into a deep sleep.

NO PARADISE ISLAND

NO PARADISE ISLAND

by Jeff Brennan (Topsail)                                                                       

 

part 1

 

Among the many islands in the vast South Pacific, one was avoided by the seafarers who ventured across the broad seas, exploring the unknown oceans and lands that Europe hadn’t known existed. This island had a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of the bravest mariners. There had been few survivors, but accounts did exist that were passed down through the years, by the descendants of those hapless sailors who had been shipwrecked on Fugahuie Island. This island was inhabited by an aboriginal tribe that became infamous by the retelling of tales of awesome tortures that it inflicted on the unfortunate seamen who were washed ashore from a foundering vessel, or perhaps who unwittingly landed there in search of provisions. Most of what is now known of the Fugahuie tribe was recorded by a Bounty mutineer, as it was told by two of the few who did escape and reached Pitcairn Island.

Mission to Shangri-La

Mission to Shangri-La

by Jeff Brennan

 

 

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     “We need you to find the best man you have,” George V said, with a tone of questionable confidence. “The interests of the Empire and the personal security of thousands of our subjects have been placed in jeopardy by the antics of this renegade, who calls himself Fu Manchu. We nearly lost our supremacy in the China trade when their internal turmoil destabilized the balance of power in Asia.”

     “Your Majesty may rest assured,” countered the British Prime Minister. “We have been pursuing every avenue to come to grips with this illusive demon. One of our very best, a chap named Nayland Smith, is on such a mission to Burma, as we speak. He has sailed from Bombay and ought to be in Rangoon by now. Despite his comparative youth, I’ve seen fit to grant him a roving commission with the authority of the crown behind him.”