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Saturday 30 March 2013

Hunk of The Month - Stephen Moriarty - 2

Steve Moriarty in 2010

It's hard to imagine improving on this standadrd of muscular definition.
It looks like Steve has streamlined his body fat for another contest here.
The fat loss shows in his face too, he's about 25 years old here.


I don't know how these pecs rate in Body Building Circles but they look terrific to me. Chewy or what!  The bulking up process appears to have restored a more youthful appearance and softened the body definition, which I much prefer.
Steve Moriarty by Rick Day 2011

2011 seems to be the year that Steven gets 'discovered' by commercial photographers.
This photo by Rick Day is from the same session as the lead picture in part 1 of this article.

In this shoot we get a  glimpse of coy, laddish sexuality. Rick gets him to stand on his toes, Steve butches up, but looks back at the camera with some suspicion. The authority relationship between photographer and model is a real mitchmen thing! This clever pose pushes Stephen's pelvis forward (yum!) but also makes his calves swell, balancing the bulk of his mighty thighs, so they appear shapely and strong but not totally over-developed.
Steve Moriarty by Rick Day 2011
 There's a rather sweet, youthful sensitivity about many of Stephen's images, but here Rick Day captures a more adult thoughtfulness. It contrasts intriguingly with the model's muscular body image, his competitive personality and combat sport interests. Rick portrays him as a reflective, gentle giant.

The uplifted arms protecting and cushioning the head are symbolic of vulnerability. But there's an artful sensuality in the pose too as attractively-shaped pectorals are revealed, leading the eye down to the focus of the lower half of the picture which is the striking, white underwear with it's erotic front pouch. The model has been asked to twist towards us so we may better see it's shape. The skimpy cut of this garment flatters both thigh and buttock and I suspect the rear view is equally enchanting.
Steve Moriarty Three Ways by Joe Ticknow, 2011

Interestingly, in the same year, photographer Joe Ticknow also picks up on characteristics of thoughtfulness and shy reticence which I have illustrated in this fantasy montage. The Tee-shirt slogan seems completely inappropriate but boyishly charming. This tease might easily be the lead-in to a mitchmen story about a very naive model - but I'm sure Stephen isn't one of them!

In this same shoot, Joe also captured a very different side to Stephen
which I will headline in the next post

Photo credits:  Lead picture borrowed with thanks from Stephen Moriarty's public profile -  Man of Steel at, white bikini images by Rick Day, 'I'm a beast' by Joe Ticknow (this is his vanilla business site, for men it's better to Google his images). Contest shots by Repetrope.

For earlier 'hunk of the month' articles click on 'hunk' label below

Friday 29 March 2013

Hunk of The Month - Stephen Moriaty - 1

Stephen Moriarty by Rick Day 2011

This series features men who for some reason catch hold of my imagination to the extent that I feel impelled to obsessively hunt down images of them. I featured this image some time ago at my 'gateway' site without knowing who the handsome model was. A reader named him for me, but my efforts to further verify his identitity led me into a fascinating world of wrestling, body building, and modelling. A glimpse of one young man's journey into manhood.


This picture shows Steven aged around 20, when he says he started body-building, so we must attribute his already creditable definition to his college wrestling career. The frightened-rabbit look and post-adolescent, puppy fat contrasts markedly with the confident man captured by Rick Day (above) only six years later.

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This picture shows Stephen posing in the Mid-Illinois Body Building Championships in 2007. He's bracketed by two ferocious-looking, black guys, which may be the reason why he's still got that anxious look we find so endearing at mitchmen. You'd think he was up for sale, not up for a prize!

Stephen's experiment with the bleach-blond look might have been a mistake,
but the choice of blue swimsuit certainly wasn't. 


By 2008 he's bulking up nicely. This informal shot shows a softer, most attractive muscle tone and  his relative youth still shows through. From this picture it would appear Stephen's not a very tidy boy - and I'd love to know what that leopard print is all about!

Steven Moriarty July 2009

A year on, Steven has achieved celebrity and is featuring in BB magazines.
At this degree of muscular development I think many men would stop - and in this picture he really does look a real man. What a beautiful face and I have no quarrel with the skimpy bikini trunks either!


Just in case you think Body Builders are narcicistic wimps,  this cage fighting picture
taken in September the same year shows that Steven is no pussy,
he's giving that fella a real pasting!

On his profile, Steven's e-moniker is 'Man of Steel'.
I'm certainly not going to argue with him!

October 2009

Body building Competitions produce curious, temporary aging effects as the men strive to minimise the fat covering their muscles. This picture was taken later in the same year as the yellow bikini, contest picture above, but Stephen looks much younger here. In fact it compares rather nicely with the 2005 pose we started with. You can see the same young man in his face,
but what a difference to his body. He's not getting any tidier with his clothes though!

Top image is by Rick Day, Yellow bikini image by Muscular Development The other pictures are borrowed with thanks from Stephen Moriarty's public profile,  Man of Steel at

To see other 'Hunk of The Month' articles click on the 'hunks' label below

Monday 25 March 2013

Hethong - Male Spanking

Hethong - Domestic Affairs - 1
 The pictures of Hethong often feature massively muscular (often black) men in control of herds of weedy-looking, hairless, white slaves. He has fascinating ideas, but the slaves often seem a bit too much like boys to be eligible for posting here at 'mitchmen'. That same sense of size and domination permeates this 'domestic' group too, but the junior partner here is unmistakeably adult with plenty of head and body hair.

Hethong - Domestic Affairs - 2
This picture is terrific, the faces of the two men are beautifully expressed and there's dynamic feel about the spanking action which isn't always true of Computer Generated Images. I love the racial ingredient and it's always good to see clothes being used to add extra character.

You can see many more Hethong pictures at his blog  He Thong Art

Thursday 21 March 2013

First catch your rogue - 2 Kitchen Chaste

 I've borrowed these images from Chirenon Rules Blog
 and added mitchmen style dialogue.

click image to enlarge

Poor Lukas didn't do his homework properly. He'd found out that the owners of the house owned valuable antiques and that they had gone away on holiday. But he didn't know they'd asked their son, Dick, who's normally away at College, to look after the house while they were gone.

Dick was Captain of the College Rugby First XV, a Judo black belt and an exponent of kick-boxing.

So, when Lukas broke in, he was quickly caught in the act, over-powered and subjected to a painful and rather humiliating demonstration of Dick's Martial Arts skills.
 .......which persuaded him to agree to an unusual way of making reparation.

Cheer up Lukas! His parents will be back again in another 10 days!
He''ll be going back to College then, so he'll have to unlock your cage.
At least, I assume he will......!

With apologies to Chirenon for pinching and tweaking his ideas. His Male Protection blog housed a large collection of male domination  scenarios but has been superceded now. Much of it is twinky or fem but there's some adult male to male stuff too, worth a look. Search for the current address using 'Chirenon'.

Click on the 'rogues' label below to see the rest of this series, No 1 is here

Wednesday 20 March 2013

Riding The Wedge - Etienne

I am indebted to Roy D for reminding me of this splendid, rustic 'Wedge' by Stephen (aka Etienne). It's from his 'Hot Broncs' group of 6 cowboy pictures and is one of his better drawings with some excellent detail, like the tumbled heap of clothes and background scenery.  The two bullies having a laugh at the young (and improbably cute) Sheriff's expense are also depicted rather well, showing a nice bit of male bonding. 

I love the way the captive's feet are tied to the stretcher underneath to prevent escape, something similar happens in the Bound Gods examples I posted earlier. The nipple clamp/cock ring device naturally captures the viewer's attention but the little, spiky branchlet sticking out underneath hints at other discomforts Stephen might have profitably explored instead.

To make it easier to read these scattered posts I have added a new label 'riding the wedge', just click on it below to see the complete set of entries.

Tuesday 19 March 2013

Men Sharing Clothes - 13 Red Sparkly Shirts

 An occasional series, in which male models are made to wear clothes previously 'scented' by someone else.

 Jack Union by JimmyZ

This gentleman, imaginatively tagged 'Big Brit' by Jimmy Z looks as if he'd be more at home in rugby kit than sparkly shirt and hipster jeans, but he fills them out impressively! He looks as if he's just trotted in after a long hard match or a sweaty training session - and we all know what happens if you wear synthetic fibres for too long....and under hot studio lights....sweaty!...... phew!

A few, under-arm fermenting days later...........

Angelo Diabolo by JimmyZ

Sniff, sniff......'Can I smell something on this T-shirt, Jimmy?.....sniff.

JimmyZ's models seem to have have names that are more improbable than the register of a sleazy seaside hotel, but it's a delight to see their chunky torso's bursting out of gear that looks far too small for them. Perhaps I ought to do a companion series called......
 'men forced to wear clothes that are too small for them'.

Joking aside "Jack Union" and "Angelo Diabolo" represent two very contrasting varieties of masculine appeal, both attactive. Pictures by JimmyZ.

To see my other mitchmen postings on the fantasy (and in some cases reality) of sharing soiled clothes click on the 'sharing' label just below.

Saturday 16 March 2013

Riding the Wedge - Fellows

Fellows - Riding Lesson

This image by Fellows makes a fine addition to my recent posts on 'Riding The Wedge'
I usually dislike frivolity in fetish matters, but this works as a serious humiliation scenario too and it's rather well drawn. Fellows was not included in my A-Z for 'F', it's an omission which I ought to rectify at some point but not yet as we are soon to launch into the letter 'S'.
Meanwhile you can visit Fellows blog

A reader has reminded me of a 'Wedge' example by Stephen and I have now posted it separately here. Thank you Roy D!
To see all other posts in this series click on 'Riding the Wedge' below.

Friday 15 March 2013

Mike Carcel

I know that visitors to my blog are greatly interested in the drawings of Mike Carcel (or MCarcel as he signs himself). His entry in my A-Z review of fetish artists, here, is my most visited post by a long, long way. Here are some more pictures by him.

MCarcel - Dirt Eaters

Dirt Eaters is less complex (psychologically) and less bloodthirsty than much of Mike's art but typically juicy! The harem boys are tied and tethered to a post by the neck - a great image. They they watch and wait, dribbling with excitement as they anticipate getting their own turn. In Mike's world, I'm sure, that turn will come (unlike mitchmen-land where their master would be just as likely to make them go without!)

MCarcel - Property of Oz Knots

Shaving is one of my turn-on's, so this rather analytical slant on the process is rather interesting to me. The master here is very obsessive. Every last follicle removed from the captive's body has been collected up and stored in an appropriately labelled pot, indicating it's origin. I'm not sure what the purpose of this procedure is, but it reduces the man to the status of a mere lab rat or a farmed beast (!)
N.B. Etienne used the same device of segregating various hair types in one of his pictures, but I don't know if Mike was influenced by his imagery.
Mike doesn't put much into his body shading but it looks as if the captive's shaved body has also been oiled (a guess corroborated by the bottle on the floor) to make him gleam for his master, it's an essential part of the ritual in my book, highlighting the newly revealed smoothness.
This is a sort of crucifixion image but Mike's restraint device has no upright pole, fiendishly allowing full access from behind, to allow unrestricted use of dildos and the carelessly discarded whip as the scene intensifies.

(btw Oz Knots is a well-known bondage fetish personality)

M Carcel - Make It Hard

Like the other pictures in this selection, this one is light on blood and impalements, which I suppose are Mike's true hallmarks, but I prefer this sort of lead-in to such dramas and story-telling here is beautiful. Carcel has depicted a 'sub' who seems young, inexperienced and perhaps a bit naive. The pout of the mouth and slightly weak chin is very expressive - as is the passivity in his tied hands. It's possibly his first time in Carcel's domain, he still has all his body hair, but an eye-catching haircut suggests a boyish, adventurous nature. He watches preparations for his own S&M trial with detached curiosity, but excitement is also evident. Perhaps he does not realise that if the rope is pulled tight and he is lifted off the ground, only the strength in his own arms will prevent the noose from tightening round his neck. The only help he can expect is support via rear penetration which his captors no doubt have in mind.

 MCarcel - Ashamed

An example of innovative bondage with intent. The wooden block spacers between the ankles and (more unusually) the knees hold the captive's legs apart, in a position that is uncomfortable and subtly erotic, working along the same lines as the Wedge devices discussed here recently.  However, movie and theatre buffs will also recall the more brutal purpose of such wooden blocks in 'Misery'. The apparent cropping of this picture may have removed the other half of this particular puzzle. However, this particular offender may have other, more pressing things to worry about in due course.

M Carcel - Balance

Nice figure drawing and a good looking composition here, but I'm not sure what other balancing is involved (or possible) here with those ultra restricting ties. Carcel's captions are often inscrutable! The screw action appears to have a secondary purpose of dynamically altering the shape of the bondage frame, which is sexy, but probably over-optimistic in engineering terms.   I used a similar screw device in my own bondage furniture series (see it posted at the mitchmen Yahoo! group)

MCarcel - Beating
The arching male body always pleases me. This is a good old fashioned whipping which seems to have left the victim surprisingly content, no wonder the master looks puzzled and annoyed! I like the simplicity of this image - both the composition and the bondage involved. Even in this 'resting' pose, it seems to allow you to perceive a element of life/movement in the swaying body, a sense which is absent from the totally fixed restraint of 'Balance' above.

Carcel's pictures are usually devoid of fetish devices like gags or any other clothing for that matter, nor does he show backgrounds. This lack of conventional erotic references gives the images an abstract quality, I suppose you might say purity, which is both intriguing and puzzling. His complex depictions of gruesome rituals can be totally mystifying - but riveting - and I use that word advisedly! You do get the sense that you are looking at something important whether it be just a window on Carcel's self expression, his soul, or one's own teeth-gritting response to the image. I hope that doesn't sound too pretentious, but it's memorable fetish art.


Mike Carcel's work is hard to find on the open web, because much of it deals with extreme, taboo subjects in explicit and disturbing ways. There are legal issues here and the caution of publishers and service providers is quite understandable. However, his art may be viewed in membership groups which is probably the most appropriate place anyway, away from the eyes of those who are too young or too sensitive. I recommend GMBA2 google group to anyone interested in work of this nature.  There was a giant posting of dozens of Carcel's pictures there recently and they should still be there in the archive. Participation by members is also good. Membership is free, but you have to be an adult. The link is in my sidebar so I can endeavour to keep it up to date if Google gets cross. See also my A-Z post, link at top of this post.

Thursday 14 March 2013

The Adventures of Leo - 8

It was Sale Day. Leo stood in the cellar, dressed in his best white underwear and surrounded by a crowd of men. They were politely jostling with each other, trying to get close enough to inspect him and touch him. He recognised the Plantation owner and the Harem fantasy man and one or two other recent 'try out' calls, but there were also many others he had never seen before. There was a buzz of  excitement in the air and he could sense the intense feelings towards him. It felt strangely exhilarating to be so desired by so many men.

If Leo did not know most of these men, they certainly knew him. Ever since he'd arrived here, the Captor had been putting out a 24 hour CCTV feed of him to paying subscribers. His abduction had been planned and widely advertised in advance to interested parties, so they had been able to witness it all: his confused and angry arrival, his initiation into service and his training, step by step, until he could satisfy the basest lusts and the most perverse of men. They'd watched him anxiously tossing and turning in his ropes at night, being caressed and loved by gentle admirers and suffering in brutal rituals. His followers were legion and devoted and now the day had finally arrived when they had the chance to actually make him their own - to take him away and keep him.

These last minute inspections were ended when the Captor himself mounted an auctioneer's rostrum at the far end of the room and began addressing the crowd. The prospective buyers immediately turned and gathered around him. Leo sat down on the steps and watched as his fate was decided. The auction was animated but he couldn't hear properly or tell who was bidding.

Now the crowd had moved away from him, he could see that there were a large number of cardboard boxes stacked up against the cellar walls. They hadn't been there before. It was as though someone was moving out.

Suddenly there was a round of applause at the far end of the room. The auction was over and the group of bidders began to break up and leave. Leo got up to let them use the steps. Some angrily stalked past him, showing their disappointment, others paused for a wistful last look before reluctantly leaving too. 

Picture by Titan Men
Leo was not told the result of his sale. He was taken to a locker room and allowed out of his ropes while he changed into a white jockstrap which was of much finer quality than his usual working clothes. Within a short time, a young man arrived, clad in an identical jockstrap and nothing else. He said he'd come to measure up Leo for his 'going away' outfit. He casually explained that the Captor had advised him to remove his own uniform in case Leo became too 'emotional' and damaged it but it was obvious that he too was an owned man. Leo tried to find out who had purchased him, but the boy was tight-lipped and would not say. He glanced up towards the dome where the CCTV camera was concealed.

The next morning the Captor breezed into Leo's cell exclaiming
"You're going away, Leo! Get into these".

He proffered a neatly folded pile of clothing which turned out to be a set of Navy fatigues. For Leo it felt strangely uplifting, climbing into a uniform again after all this time. They had already been 'worn in' by someone else and they were a perfect, snug fit. When he'd finished dressing the captor tied him up again in a tight hogtie, a form of restraint which was normally reserved for extended periods of unsupervised captivity, such as night time.

"You look great Leo" said the captor warmly, as he pulled the ropes extra tight between Leo's buns. "Just right for a Caribbean cruise on a private yacht. You'll be on the ocean by tonight.
I shall miss you, Leo. You've made me a rich man - and I'm outta here too, before those hoodlums come back to dip their fingers in the pot. Hey! I think that knock means your transport is here!"

He unlocked the door and the young valet appeared again, dragging a large sea-chest behind him. Together they lifted Leo into the trunk, placing him face down and surrounding his body with protective packaging. Then the lid was closed on him, it pressed down on Leo's feet, pushing them uncomfortably against the back of his thighs. He squawked in annoyance, but it was too late, he was already plunged into darkness and heard the locks outside clicked shut.

There followed some jarring and bumping as the trunk was fully secured. Then it was being lifted, carried along, jolting him, jarring his folded legs. He heard traffic sounds and realised they must have carried him outside the building. He called out, a desperate, muffled cry for help. The box banged down and he could hear voices concluding the transaction followed by the hollow clang of a van door slamming shut. An engine started up, then they were pulling away with a jerk.

As his long journey began, tears formed in Leo's eyes.
He hadn't even been able to say goodbye to anyone.


Pictures for this episode by Bound Guys except where stated otherwise

To read this story from the start go here

If you like my stories, there are more in similar vein at my mitchmen Yahoo! Group (free membership)

Tuesday 12 March 2013

The Adventures of Leo - 7

After weeks of confinement and bizarre abuse and with the threat of being sold off hanging over him, Leo thought his new life could hold no more surprises for him - until the morning when 'Weasel' Cade walked into his work cell.

Leo knew him well, Cade was an East Side low-life who preyed on the poor and hung around with the meanest scum in the city. But like any weasel, he was hard to nail, you just had to harass him all the time. Leo and the other cops did their very best to make life hard for him.

'Well, well, well, it's Police Officer Carlton', said Cade in his sing-song weaselly voice,
'We'd heard there was a cop here, but I didn't expect it to be you, Leo.
You don't mind if I call you Leo, do you?"

picture by Fetish Force
Leo did mind of course, but Cade was in charge now and full of villainous swagger.
He even untied Leo's hands to demonstrate his newly-found power over the cop.
"You'll service me better with your hands free, Leo", he chuckled "heh, heh, heh".

This minor liberation offered Leo no chance to escape, the door was still locked and the Captor was always watching. Besides, Leo knew he was no match for street fighter Cade who would delight in taking him down if he tried anything.

So when Cade dropped his pants and squirted over Leo's bare chest, the cop could only grip his fists in angry frustration. When told to start sucking, he had little choice but to comply. It was the ultimate humiliation for a cop, but just the beginning. Over the next two hours Cade extracted a lengthy, often painful revenge.

Leo was still nursing Cade's bruises when he was called out again, this time to service two men at the same time. He'd never had a double booking before and they looked mean and tough. He didn't recognise them, but he knew straight away they were also underworld characters like Cade.

picture by Ebony D

They spread him with ropes and probed every recess of his body in a cold, calculating, threatening way, but like the plantation owner, it was completely non-sexual.

After a lengthy examination, one turned to the other and said
"I tink d'boss'll definitely fancy dis bitch cop".

"Yeah, definitely" agreed the other, grinning with an immaculate row of broken teeth,
 "Let's make an offer they can't refuse!"
They both roared with laughter and left to talk to the Captor.

Shortly after they left, Leo heard shouting and crashing noises outside, then silence.

 picture by Bound Guys

It was some hours later when the door to Leo's cell opened again. It was the Captor but his face was badly bruised. He freed Leo from the now very painful spread-eagle bondage and escorted him back to his cell in total silence. You didn't have to be a cop to know that this sudden interest from thugs and hoodlums meant trouble for both of them.

Leo felt a new terrible danger and anxiously tested his restraining bindings.
It was as futile as usual.

picture by Raging Stallion

For a day or so after this incident, normality returned (or at least what passed for normality in the Captor's den). Leo continued to service his lustful, demanding clients as usual. But the spectre of gangland servitude was never far from his mind. For a cop it was bad enough to be forced  to be a rich man's plaything, but quite another thing to be the helpless butt of toughs and ruthless criminals. 

Go to Part 8 (conclusion)
 To read this story from the start go here

Saturday 9 March 2013

The Adventures of Leo - 6

Leo's beating by the Plantation owner was mercifully short. A red light came on in the cellar and the Captor, through a loudspeaker, ordered a halt. "No marking the goods! Save it for when he's yours".

This only seemed to confirm to Leo that he really was about to be sold off into slavery. The next night was another very sleepless one for him. He had strange dreams in which his mother kept admonishing him for betraying his ancestors.

The next day should have been easier for him. The client was one of his regulars, a man who just wanted to strip him, worship his body and shoot his load.

picture by Titan click to enlarge

 Unfortunately Leo, exhausted by his sleepless night, was unable to stay awake for him.
The disappointed client soon gave up and angrily claimed a refund as he left.
The Captor was furious with Leo, since such failures soon became common knowledge outside. 

picture by Dream Boy bondage

As punishment, he took Leo back to the White Cellar and made him stand in there naked and shackled to the wall for 24 hours. With no heating, no food or water and unable to change his position, this simple confinement gradually became an agonising torture,
but one calculated to leave no marks whatsoever on Leo's body.
The video relay of his suffering recouped the lost revenue several times over.

picture by Bound Gods

This punishment was a mild foretaste of what was to come. Word of the sale had gotten round and prominent, city men with perverse tastes and deep wallets came to view him and have a 'test drive' prior to the sale. Leo soon began to understand what the Captor had meant by 'burn-out'.
The red light came to his rescue more than once.

picture by Titan

Fortunately these painful try outs were still interspersed with milder, normal work with men worshipping submissively at his feet. Though distasteful still to the former cop, they did at least give him some respite and the sense of power they gave was undoubtedly pleasurable in comparison with the pain of the lash. But in a way that only served to make the tortures feel worse. Leo remembered his Captor's words about 'pacing' him but knew now that his welfare was only being looked after to preserve his selling value.

Go to Part 7 
 To read this story from the start go here

Thursday 7 March 2013

The Adventures of Leo - 5

The physically brutal, 'Harem' session really shook Leo. The client's insinuation that he was destined for a 'disposal sale' had deflated all his hopes of release and freedom. As he was returned to his cell, the Captor noticed how agitated he was and secured him more tightly than usual, making Leo feel even more helpless. He slept badly that night,

In the morning, he was awoken early as usual, to eat, perform his toilet and be washed.
His complex overnight body bindings were removed and he was prepared for the first client of the day. In accordance with this clients instructions, he was to be totally nude for this session, not even given underwear. His hands were tied in front with simple wrist roping and he was gagged with a piece of cloth.

The Captor did not take Leo to his usual working room, but downstairs to a cellar he'd never been in before. It wasn't a dark, forbidding dungeon, but it's bright, clinically clean appearance was equally disturbing. Leo sensed that something unpleasant was going to happen to him here.

The Captor tied Leo's hands to a post above his head, murmuring encouraging words, then left.
 Leo waited, naked, alone and trembling. Eventually, a middle-aged man came down the cellar stairs. In his fine clothes, he looked just like a southern gent, an impression that was confirmed by his rich accent when he spoke. He complimented Leo on his physique and stout equipment, he was a fine looking buck - and with an excellent reputation for 'customer service'.

Leo was accustomed to clients drooling over his body when they first met, but when this gentleman began to examine him more closely it was different, almost like a doctor examining a patient - no, like a farmer inspecting livestock. When he placed his hands on Leo's hips to turn him round, Leo shuddered at the touch and the man laughed. 

 The examination of Leo's rear was unexpectedly invasive, intimate and thorough, but finally the strange man stood back remarking that Leo would make a fine addition to the staff at his plantation. Hard work would buff him up considerably.

Leo immediately squawked , "I ain't gonna be no plantation slave!"
Through the gag, it didn't come out quite like that, but his meaning was unmistakeable.

 "Oh Ho!" cried the man "Some spirit I see! Excellent, Leo, my boy, I like that!
You get better and better! But your insolence cannot go unchecked."

He slid his hand lightly down Leo's back, then turned away and took off his coat, hanging it up carefully on a wall hook. Then he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and neatly rolled up the sleeves, revealing unexpectedly muscular arms. From a side table he picked up a riding crop and then advanced towards where Leo was tethered and quaking now knowing what was coming. His legs began to tremble and he tugged in vain at the wrist bindings.

Go to Part 6
To read this story from the start go here
You can see more pictures of Leo at Bound Guys - worth a look
(there's a free membership option)

Monday 4 March 2013

The Adventures of Leo - 4

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Leo did not retire to his bed that night - he was carried to it and dumped on it, naked and bound.
It wasn't even a proper bed, but an uncomfortable put-you-up sofa in a basement room.
His captor thought a captive cop on a rainbow flag was hilarious and took photos for the Internet.
Leo drifted off to sleep hoping the cops would see them and spot clues to where he was being held.

In the days that followed, Leo slipped into the routine of being tied and retied, dressed and undressed, all for the amusement of the punters. He became accustomed to being a captive servant of their perverted desires and found it wasn't always unpleasant, they weren't all nasty.

 His days of duty normally followed a repetitive pattern of bondage trials, interspersed with meals and closely supervised exercising, designed to keep him in prime condition. Leo enjoyed seeing his body becoming fitter and his popularity was becoming strangely pleasing to him, but he was told it wouldn't last. He was hitting his target earnings now, the Captor said, but these men would soon get bored with him. This was just the easy money, he'd soon be moved on to more demanding work. Then his takings would increase much more rapidly, but the Captor said he had to pace him so he wouldn't burn out too soon.

Leo wondered what 'burning out' meant. Maybe his Captor would set him free, one day, with a nice share of the money he'd earned.

One day, a routine macrame session with a client was suddenly interrupted. The Captor burst in with a very agitated demeanour and bundled the trouser-less customer out of the door, telling him he had to leave quickly. A few minutes later he returned, lifted tied up Leo off the bed and hurriedly carried him to a well hidden back room, where he dumped him on the floor and locked the door.

Shortly after Leo heard voices nearby, it was the cops, he could tell by the tone and pattern of their questioning. He strained to hear better and called out to them (as best he could though the multiple layers of gag stuffed in his mouth). But they didn't hear him, despite repeated efforts. After a while, the voices faded away and he was left lying on the floor for the rest of the day.

After this, Leo's police career gradually became a distant memory and he pretty much gave up hope of rescue. As he had been warned, his early, underwear-collecting customers gradually stopped coming and his duties became more exotic and his clients more demanding and cruel.

Leo's first, really bad day started out as an innocent-seeming 'Harem' role-play. Leo was bound as usual and laid in a tented, luxuriously cushioned bed, ready to receive a Middle Eastern client of considerable wealth. The client was thrilled at first, calling Leo his 'Nubian Slave', but their encounter rapidly turned into an Arabian Nightmare of severe ball-binding and scorching hot oils. Unfortunately he enjoyed Leo's anguished squirming so much, that he promised to return for the 'disposal sale' when he would buy Leo to be his permanent Eunuch.

Leo suddenly saw a vision of a much more frightening future.

Go to Part 5
To read this story from the start go here
These pictures of sexy Leo are fragments of larger sets from Bound Guys - go take a look!