Stories From Beside The Fire:

I’ve known Whisky for years. He’s always been a bit of a quiet one. He spends his days taking city folk on tours up the mountains, carrying any number of random things that they think they need for their glamping trip. Heck most of them have even stepped foot off pavement, let alone going into these rugged mountains. But hey he made an honest living. 

Every now and then he'd come into the shop, grab a new pack, and other random supplies he needed for his tours. Of course he'd always stock up on his favorite thing from my shop, his whisky. Some months he'd keep my shop afloat on the whisky he was buying alone. You can see where he got his nickname now huh? 

I saw him pass by the shop earlier on the way up to their camp site. This batch looked like a real nightmare, I don't think I've ever seen him haul so much before. I could tell from a mile away he was fed up.

After the sun was set and I closed up shop for the night, I decided to go for a quick little hike and get some fresh air and spend some time stargazing. After a while of relaxing by my favorite look out and taking in the crisp mountain air I started to head back down to the shop. On my way down I could see the glampers camp off in the distance, it looked like they brought an entire house and plopped it right in the middle of the forest. What's the point of trying to enjoy nature when you may as well be staying at a 5 star resort? 

Just below the ridgeline of their castle plopped in the forest I could see the faint glow of a fire, I figured it must have been Whisky's meager camp. He always packed light on these treks to give more room for his group's supplies. A little tent he barely fit in, an axe, flint, a little bit of food, but of course he always has enough whisky to feed a village. I decided to pay him a visit and see how the day went.

As I walked up to his camp he was laying against a log next to the fire, whisky in hand, staring into the fire. As I walked up I could see him slowly turn with a glare, probably expecting it to be one of his group wanting him to go back down the mountain to get more pillows, or some other useless objects. As soon as he noticed it was me, I could see the faintest of smiles as he turned back to look at the fire. 

I sat next to him on the ground and asked him how the day went. Without asking he poured me a damn near full tin cup of whisky and passed it over, we tinked our cups and he downed his and poured himself another. He let out a big sigh, and went on about how these yuppies demanded everything from him, better chairs, pillows, thicker sleeping mats, different food, everything imaginable. For a man of few words, he had a lot to say. 

The conversation slowly shifted to other things, the changing season, the new trails, his enemies he's made in these mountains. Eventually after a few more tin cups of whisky we started talking about his flings with some of the people he's had on his expeditions. For being such a quiet pack mule, I would have never expected him to be such a dog out here. 

After a while, and even more whiskeys, he started giving me this look. Not a look of lust, but a look of someone who needed to blow off some steam. Sensing this I slid in a little closer to him, and gently rubbed his thigh. Within a few minutes I could see something start to swell in his half unbuttoned shorts. Something thick, heavy, something I knew I needed just as much as him. 

With one pop of his last button on his shorts it flopped out like a dam had just given way. I finally laid my eyes on him. He was massive, bigger than I could have ever imagined. It was just hard enough to show off his girth, but soft enough to be floppy and pliable. He quickly said that he's sorry, so I asked “why”? He went on to say he won't be able to get it up because of the whisky. He was so big already, I can only dream of how big he must be without the whisky. It was some of the best I've ever had in these mountains, heck anywhere. Huge, but forgiving, and that droop hit in all the right places. The ridges and folds of him half out of his sheath were addicting and felt like bliss.

After that night I knew I needed to recreate him so all of you can feel what that kind of girth, weight, and heft is like. He's heavy, with folds up and down his shaft. He has a pronounced droop that hits all the right spots. The softness really lets him go whichever direction and finds its way easily. No poking, no jabbing, just the steady stress and pressure that we all crave. Sometimes a big hard throbbing cock isn't what you need, sometimes some good old Whisky dick hits the spot better than anything else could.

What’s Included:

Every piece that leaves the shop is packed with care and a few extras from base camp:

• Recycled Cotton Storage Bag

  Keeps your gear safe when it’s not in use

• High-Quality Art Print

  Featuring original NSFW artwork of the character

• Postcard from Base Camp

  Includes care instructions and a note from the trail

• Untamed Stickers

  A few extras to take with you

• Silicone Logo Squishy

  A little piece of the shop to keep around

Everything is carefully packed using recycled wood packing material, and shipped in either a plain cardboard box or a woodgrain-stamped box with the Untamed logo, making sure it arrives safe and ready for the trail ahead.

Design Features:

• Thick Weighted Build 

a substantial feel and a heavy, steady presence

• Pronounced Downward Droop

The curve hits you deep, and in all the right places

• Large Full Balls

Adding visual balance as well as stability for those intense riding sessions

• Soft Shaft Folds and Creases

For added texture and creating a slight “pop” as each one goes in and out

Available Sizes:

Because not every hole needs a mountaintop experience on the first go.

• Small
  Friendly but filling
• Medium
  Balanced and bold
• Large
  For when you really want to feel it

(See size chart below for exact dimensions)

Firmness Options:

Whisky is only made in softer firmnesses by design. Years of hauling gear day in and day out made him solid as rock, but sitting around the fire emptying bottles by night makes the rest of him soft. His design leans into that relaxed, weighted feel, so softer firmnesses just suit him better. 

• Extra Soft
  Velvet smooth and deeply yielding; perfect for those who crave maximum cushion and a slow, indulgent experience with little jabbing or poking

• Soft
  Plush and forgiving; perfect for those who want more feedback and firmer ride

More Information on firmnesses available here.

Colors:

We're getting started with Whisky's natural colors. A shimmery blackish brown, and a vibrant peachy pink for his spots. Simple, natural, and damn good looking. Every one will vary slightly in appearance, I take my time and pour these one at a time. Just like the mountain peaks, not one is ever the same.  

(More options coming later, mis-pours and one-offs will be sold separately.)

See you on the trail

- Richard