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| DirtyMocchaBB - Let Me Finish Reading This Book |
As a seasoned, much decorated veteran, Tim was irked when his new Commander ordered him to wear skimpy shorts at all times while on duty. Reading through the Unit's Manual on Disciplinary Procedures, he began to understand why.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - No, Please Don't Pull My Pants Down |
It was an elite unit, so discipline on the base was tight.
Dawson knew what to expect when he got back late from leave.
The Guards seized any opportunity to practice their rope work,
as a preliminary to questioning prisoners.
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| DirtyMocchaBB -You Can Keep Me Tied Up Like This |
Once they had a man restrained, the security squad was noted for its thoroughness, stripping the veneer of defiance from offenders. They didn't use kid gloves. In fact, they didn't use gloves at all, which were not deemed to be in keeping with the masculine ethos of the unit. Consequently, when drugs were suspected, not every one was keen to follow investigatory procedures to the letter.
see also the sequel at 'X'
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| DirtyMocchaBB - That Is Cutting It Too Close |
Trained to resist severe interrogation and pain if captured, these elite soldiers were often drafted in the Army's own, sometimes fanciful, research programmes, as guinea pigs. Knowing how the Army treated their own men, they were never quite sure whether they'd get out with everything intact.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - Doc help Me, I'm Getting Bigger |
Another quest by the Army to develop 'Super Soldiers' using modified hormones was cancelled after it resulted in uncontrollable levels of fraternisation between the men in the barracks.
The researchers were loath to sacrifice their work and took the opportunity to sell the formula on to illicit, civilian clinics. Unfortunately, the operatives there often lacked the necessary expertise in dosage, with predictable results.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - Being A Doctor, I Love Hunky Men |
Embarrassing rectification episodes frequently followed in more mainstream, (and supposedly reputable), medical establishments.
Bikers are much misunderstood creatures, most of them are shy, silent types, not hell-raisers. Fond of the company of men but wary of women. So, when Jim's 'enhancement' went wrong, his embarrassment in front of the female Doctor was off the scale.
Already a great looker, that trait made him even more attractive, especially to maternal ladies. But it did not attract much sympathy from this ultra-professional and slightly disreputable practitioner, not known to pass up an opportunity to see a man naked and nervous.
I'm glad to say that this artist's fem-dom imagery does not feature scanty clothing or luscious seducers.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - Disgusting Behaviour, Shall I Strip You Here? |
It has to be admitted, that some biker recipients of the faulty hormone therapy developed behaviour of a most regrettable nature, in the worst traditions of 'shock 'em', antisocial activities - like riding their bikes into convent churches, for example.
They were not the first men to discover that the so-called weaker sex often has hidden steel. Far from being upset and intimidated, the Nuns called the Police. The bikers were arrested by a female cop leading a specially set up shaming squad, who arrived complete with lights and camera to record the bikers' humiliations. Which were to be slowly stripped of their leathers and much else in front of their victims.
When the Biker's convention rolled into town with the usual cacophony of noisy, stuttering exhausts, the Women's Guild decided to take action. Squads of women, staked out the Hotels and targeted those men with particularly offensive behaviour.
A group of three hairy beasts were cornered in their room by stern old ladies and quickly turned into pussies. The bikers were forced to strip off their smelly leathers and don matching, red underpants. Then they had to crawl across the room to kiss their own boots, newly requisitioned by their elderly, lavender-scented tormentors.
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| DirtyMocchaBB -Men Loving Another |
While this mayhem was going on, two half-naked bikers escaped from their room and cowered in the showers, where they discovered mutual support mechanisms that would have risked them being booted out of their Club if any of their comrades had seen them.
I find this image highly erotic. If the boots are cropped off, the pair morph into an artistic diving pair, sexily consoling each other after an 'off' dive.
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| DirtyMocchaBB -Please Let Me Go, I'll Do Anything |
The police did nothing to intervene with the bikers, they were too busy with apprehending young, speeding motorists who were much easier to deal with than rampaging women and rowdy, motorcycle gangs. The younger generation could usually could be relied upon to compliantly provide innocent entertainment into the small hours before being released, without charge.
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| DirtyMocchaBB -I Will Enjoy Taking Off Your Clothes And... |
Most of these young men kept silent, knowing that an unsympathetic 'Serves you right' or an even worse (painful) fate awaited them if they revealed their indiscretions to their parents.
Some Fathers who did learn of their son's sordid experiences, however, took exception and then revenge. Relatively innocent young cops on night patrol found themselves mysteriously targeted as surrogate examples and removed to a place of captivity without benefits.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - I Love All That Fur On You |
Some captive cops found their treatment at the hands of irate Fathers (and sometimes their sons too) less unpleasant than might have been expected. It was only afterwards when they realised there might have been cameras recording all their responses that they started to feel uncomfortable about it and anxious for their careers.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - A Kiss Is Just A Kiss |
Maybe a kiss is just a kiss, but some kisses are more intense than others. This seemingly chance encounter between a muscle hunk, minding his own business and an opportunist passer-by, oozes with erotic appeal. An unlikely pair on the face of it, each feeling out the other, perhaps taking the first step into a passionate affair, as time goes by. The stereotyping is daring and very powerful.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - Guess What's Coming Off Next |
Room Service never used to be like this, but maybe I've been going to the wrong hotels! I wonder what else is on the menu? It looks like touching is 'off' tonight, but imagine having a cutie, bell boy stripping off for you in your bed. This is a marvellously understated image leaving the viewer to imagine how things will progress.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - The Coach Enjoyed His Inspection |
How To Get Into Tight Pants if you've got a big backside.
Get the coach to give you a hand, of course.
But unless you want to curry favour with him,
Get the coach to give you a hand, of course.
But unless you want to curry favour with him,
be alert to his famous, underhand tactics.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - I Must Find The Secret Codes |
This artist's work is sprinkled with really attractive, non-erotic images, like this one of a (hunky) adventurer seeking out a clue to an ancient, lost treasure in a dusty, old library. The atmosphere and colouring is terrific. The symbolism of the shaft of sunlight is a trifle corny, but great visually.
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| DirtyMocchaBB - No-One Can free You From My Spell |
The previous picture and its colouring co-ordinates nicely with this image that references the legendary genie in the lamp of '1001 Arabian Nights'.
The neat twist here is that the servant of the lamp does not live inside it as some airy-fairy magical vapour, but is, in effect, the lamp's companion, guardian, lover even. In other images of this set, the servant has the lamp's sinuous spout in his mouth as if he is sucking it.
It looks like a very valuable lamp, too. Is this the secret treasure the adventurer seeks, and if he finds it will he, too, become enslaved?
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