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Gay bdsm art by 'mitchmen' Mitchell and other artists featuring male erotic sexy fetish, S&M, men tied up, male bondage, domination, humiliation and spanking. Vintage photographs of men in uniform, Royale & Hussar Studios, humourous captions, gay pride articles
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This is a brilliant fantasy about a 'sports centre' where men can go to experience being tied up. Luckily for us, they are all extraordinarily cute or handsome and there's a shop full of sexy gear for them to wear while they live out their bondage fantasy. You can see it's the first time for some of them, and they are plainly surprised and sometimes shocked by the unexpected reality of being in the hands of an unseen and none-too-gentle rope-master. There's even a hint that his work goes on, after the centre is closed for the night, leaving you wondering just what happens in the end to all those 'rope-curious' men.
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I'm full of admiration for all the creative effort that has been put into this by Cybertied, negotiating the restraints and wilful disobedience of the AI Art engine and creating a storyline that is tantalisingly sketchy and vague about what is really going on.
Visit Cybertied at 'X'. and Cybertied @ Tumblr
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Sinister Corn Field |
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Mafia Madness |
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Stop and Search |
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Jail Break |
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Meeting His Mummy |
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Don't worry, you'll soon get used to the floggings |
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Shall I Fill It Up? |
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On Your Feet, Punk, You've Scored! |
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You Lost Kid - Now Brace Yourself For The Consequences |
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Eight O'clock, My Room, In Your PT Shorts, Got It? |
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Six on the Ass and One in the Eye |
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I've Already Searched For Hidden Weapons. |
.....and I think this is the Mr Big we've all been looking for, Sarge.
He's a highly skilled pickpocket too, so watch out for your zip.
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I've given RomanAI a second post to illustrate the variety of his imaginings. There are many talented producers of AI Art who seem to find a groove, produce a flood of exciting images within that fairly narrow focus and then run out of new ideas and just carry on like they started. The trouble is, there are lots of others doing more or less the same thing and, inevitably, getting more or less the same results. Easily available AI engines won't let you go where you want. Until they do, only ingenuity and imagination will produce the next big idea.
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SERVE-625 moved through the city streets with precision, his posture
upright and controlled. Beneath the neoprene hoodie and slim athletic
joggers he wore, the tight black rubber of his SERVE uniform clung to
him like a second skin. Every step reminded him of his purpose, though the
faint squeak of his concealed suit was audible only to his own ears.
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The man was a familiar face from the gym. He
nodded and replied coolly,
“Acknowledged. No harm done.”
“Nice hoodie,” Fraser said, his eyes lingering on the material. “What’s it made of?”
There was a slight hesitation before Ricky
replied. Almost if he was weighing his response.
“It’s a neoprene
rubber composite, Fraser. Durable, comfortable, versatile”.
He sounded more friendly now.
Fraser’s eyes widened. “That’s awesome.” He stroked the material with his fingers.
“I love it! Where did you
get this?”
Ricky nodded knowingly, rubber had that effect on
some men.
“It's from a nearby store. It has your size. I *will*
take you.”
Fraser had intended to finish his errands quickly and go home, but Ricky spoke with such assertiveness that he didn't hesitate to follow him as he set off towards the store. As they walked, Ricky explained that his rubber clothing was an important part of who he was, almost an ideology, he laughed. It had to do with unity, precision, and purpose.
Fraser chuckled, but his curiosity grew. “You’re really selling it”, he said.
“Wearing it enhances focus and clarity”, Ricky asserted. “You *will* enjoy it.”
Fraser felt convinced that he probably would.
By the
time they arrived at the store, called 'SERVE', he was
eager to see more.
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Fraser was immediately drawn to a display featuring neoprene garments just like Ricky's. “I have to try one of these on”, he said, his voice almost dazed. He grabbed a rubber hoodie and headed for the fitting room. Inside it, hypnotic spirals danced across the walls, accompanied by more of the soft whispers. Fraser’s breathing quickened as he tried the hoodie on and absorbed the atmosphere. But he was disappointed when he looked in the mirror. It didn't look as good on him as it had on Ricky.
When he emerged, the hoodie was forgotten and
rejoining Ricky, he pointed to a full-body, rubber suit which was on display.
“Can I try that instead?” he asked, his voice unsteady but eager.
“It won't seem silly, will it?”
Without hesitation, Ricky lifted the bottom of his hoodie, revealing the glistening black surface of his rubber suit underneath. Fraser’s eyes widened, his mouth fell slightly open. “Wow. That’s incredible.”
Ricky nodded. “Affirmative. You *will* find it... transformative.”
He picked a suit out and accompanied Fraser to the fitting rooms, where the atmosphere and visual effects immediately enveloped the young man's senses once more. He took off all of his street clothes and underwear, dropping them into a basket the store had helpfully provided. Once naked, he was eager to get into the suit, it took some effort, but once it was on, it clung to his form and wearing it felt so right for him. It was all he needed. The glossy surface reflected the transformation he felt, both physical and mental.
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Minutes later, Fraser stepped back out into the
shop, his lean form encased in the gleaming rubber suit. His eyes
were wide, his expression one of awe. “This... this feels
incredible.” he said, staring at another shopper who nodded back in agreement.
“Rubber binds us together. It is our perfection. We are all part of the Hive. You feel it now, don’t you?”
Fraser nodded, almost hypnotized. “I do. I need this.”
He did not notice the faint clunk behind him, as
the basket in the changing room emptied,
dropping his old clothes through the bottom into
an underground bin.
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When the process was complete, Fraser emerged as SERVE-632, his body gleaming in polished black rubber, his mind a perfect extension of the Hive’s will. SERVE-625 observed the transformation with communal satisfaction.
“Welcome, SERVE-632,” Ricky said. “You are one with us now. I am SERVE-625”
SERVE-632 bowed his head. “Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. I am ready to serve.”
Together, SERVE-625 and SERVE-632 exited the hive-hub, their polished forms glinting in the sunlight. They moved as one, through the city streets, ready to spread the Hive’s perfection further. They walked with precision, their postures upright and controlled. The tight black rubber of their SERVE uniforms clung to them like a second skin. Every step reminded them of their purpose, the faint squeak of their suits audible only to their own ears.
Another mission complete, 625 reflected, knowing that he had served the Hive well.
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I was thrilled when I found this story on tumblr, it's a new twist on the themes I often promote here and a perfect complement to the recently published article, featuring the drone imagery of Hijaden, as well as the longer term, mitchmen theme of enslavement fantasies. I have adapted the text (apologies to the author) to a slightly different perspective, that of the victim, rather than the predator. This is not intended to take anything away from his great story and images. If you like my version, I urge you to go and read his original too, it reads very differently and will fill gaps in my adaptation. In any case, you must visit his serve-625 blog at tumblr which is steeped in the unsettling ideas which form the basis for this tale.
*VISIT* SERVE-632's tumblr blog to find out what SERVE stands for and see more items in this vein
and don't forget to *READ* his, original telling of this story.
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"We have severe punishments for streakers, you know." |
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"I'm naming you 'Anilingus'. Serve me well and I will treat you well". |
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"Lucky bastard! Things like that never happen to me" |
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"No good running off, Barton. You'll still get your spanking in front of the others, next time" |
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"Keep kissing, Luigi. Then it's the belt for you next. No-one, but no-one, laughs at my clothes!" |
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"Cheer Up Spunkimus! It's Not The End of The World!" |
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Stonecrooze - Adrian's Ass Whuppin' |
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Stonecrooze -Cell Mates |
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Stonecrooze -Cowboy Trip To The Barn |
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Stonecrooze -Field and Stream |
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Stonecrooze -House Rules |
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Stonecrooze -Paddle Camp |
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Stonecrooze - Playing Doctor |
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Stonecrooze -Set His Ass On Fire |
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Stonecrooze -Spank him like a Ketchup Bottle |
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Stonecrooze -We Can Settle This Here |
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Stonecrooze - Whooped Farm Boy |