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 Jobs were scarce in the country, so Ryan took the decision to leave home and move to the town. It worked, he quickly found a job he liked with friendly workmates. Particularly Sam, who befriended him and taught him a lot he'd never imagined when he lived in the sticks. 

 

Ryan liked living in the town, but before long, he was missing his folks. Unfortunately he hadn't saved enough to pay for the return fare. Then Sam told him about hitchhiking. He explained that although it could be hard work, he could use a few tricks to get motorists to stop for him. He also told him the best picking up place to start with, just outside town. 

 

When Ryan got there it seemed a pretty lonely road and not very promising at all.  But Sam had warned him, the trip may take longer than you expect, but just go with the flow. So he waited - for best part of an hour, with any result. Then he saw a car coming in the distance and decided he'd better deploy Sam's 'never fails' trick. To his delight the car stopped for him, appropriately enough it was a pick-up. 

 

Ryan made his way to the passenger side thinking he'd be tucked up in bed in no time. He was right about that. 

~

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The Agent's call came at an opportune time for Rod, he was low on funds and a one-off job, modelling for an artist, would fill the gap nicely. He was more than happy to take it on at short notice after the previous model had gone missing. That behaviour was typical of his agency colleague, Simon, who was much in demand as a model, but very unreliable. He regularly tested the Agent's patience with his disappearing acts. He'd probably won a bet on a horse and gone to Paris to spend it.

 Rod didn't mind posing naked, that was normal for assignments with painters. He didn't mind being temporarily tied up either, he'd done that gig before and Simon must have agreed to it as well. That thought excited him a little as the artist taped him up and the tingling lingered after he'd disappeared to 'organise his equipment'. Rod could hear him moving stuff around in the next room. 

While he waited, Rod looked around the studio, it wasn't very well-lit, but a picture standing on an easel in the corner stood out. It was almost completely covered with a cloth, but part of a face could be seen where the covering had sagged at the top. It looked like a familiar face, so he moved closer. Yes, it was Simon alright, a good likeness, still smelling of fresh paint, but presumably unfinished. 

 He was curious to find out how far the painter had got and wanted to see how Simon had looked wrapped in the wacky, tape bondage, so he leaned forward and moved the cloth with his chin. Immediately it began to slide off, down onto the floor and there was nothing he could do to stop it, not with his hands tied behind his back. The full picture emerged, and it wasn't unfinished at all - it certainly wasn't what he had expected. 

Looking at the startling image a worrying suspicion began to grow in his mind about this assignment. This wasn't at all what his Agent had told him. Anxiety began to spread downwards through his body into his stomach and the depths of his bowels as he realised Simon's disappearance might have a much darker explanation. He twisted his wrists in the tape. The bondage might be wacky, but it was 100% effective. Then he heard the door open behind him.... 

"Come through, Rod, I'm ready to do you now".

 ~

 Image: 'Policy or Politics' by CockyCase at Deviant

~

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Holiday Tip 

Don't assume dress codes in foreign parts are as relaxed as in your home town.

Kyle knew he looked great and liked to show it off wherever he went. The invitation to join a yacht cruise in the Mediterranean with his girlfriend's rich parents was a great opportunity to wear his cute sailor outfit. He didn't know that the route would take them close to an island with a fearsome reputation for mobsters. Some of them reputedly involved in human trafficking of the sort that would land any handsome lad in the slave market, pronto.  

 

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 Phil was looking forward to an evening with his newly purchased beefcake magazine. It had a wrestling special this month. He showered up and then changed into a clean jockstrap. It was well-worn and soft. He loved the way it enclosed him at the front, but felt exposed and vulnerable behind. 

He liked to read, while lying on his stomach, and spread a duvet on the floor to lie on. The curtains were drawn across the window for privacy, but it was too hot to close it completely and the curtains occasionally stirred in the evening breezes. A breath of the cool air kissed his ass cheeks sending a delicious sensation through his body. Slowly, he leafed through the magazine, becoming totally absorbed and increasingly excited. He rubbed himself against the duvet. The pictures were very good this month.

Suddenly two arms reached from behind him and grabbed his hands, pinning them to the floor. "Keep still" a deep toned voice said. Phil felt the weight of a body settling on his back, bare skin touching his own. 

"What is it, what do you want?"  Phil's voice trembled fearfully, but he amazed himself by not panicking. 

The stranger's hands tightened over his. "I've been watching you for some time" he said. "Seeing the window open tonight, I thought I'd drop in and introduce myself". He chuckled, "Yeah, introduce myself".

"Maybe I'd better get dressed" Phil said in a shaky voice.

The stranger laughed "You already are, that's what drew me in". He released one of Phil's hands and Phil felt him lift slightly as if adjusting something. Then he felt the weight pressing down again, the warmth of a chest on his back - and a touch on his backside cheeks too. And then came something in-between.  

 

~

Photo from a 1993 beefcake mag, 'BoyProof'. 

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Targeted

 Ryan could remember going to bed at his usual time. He'd felt exhausted after a long training session with his football team-mates. 

Then nothing until awoke and found himself strapped to some sort of frame in a dark, damp, dungeon-like place.

There was a strange feeling at his groin, a dull ache, it felt as if his tackle was being squeezed by something very tight. 

"Welcome, Mr Hawke!", a voice boomed out, "we are ready to begin your induction".

Ryan could just about make out a masked figure in the murk.

He felt a stab of fear. 

~

Artist unknown, I'm afraid. 

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Targeted - The Firefighter

 

Cybertied - Firefighter Captured

We've all admired the hunky Firefighters who have cheerfully stripped off for calendars in recent years. Rob became one of the best known after his Unit voted him as their 'Cover Guy'. 

They weren't his only admirers, of course and one, very rich one approached the Station with a donation offer they could not refuse. All he wanted was a private hour with Rob and after some intense negotiation it was agreed, but the meeting would have to take place in the Fire Station, rather than his private dungeon.

 

 Rob thought it was a joke when his buddies took him by surprise and tied him up in the comprehensive manner stipulated by the donor. They left him alone on his knees in the Station House. Rob struggling with his bonds as he waited was a most wondrous sight, captured in full by the security camera. But the crew had done a good job, the ties were inescapable.

They all returned an hour later fully intending to rag him before they set him free, but to their horror found that their buddy wasn't there. It was all captured on the camera, of course, and the police soon found the abandoned Fire Engine, but eventually had to reluctantly admit that they were baffled. 

 By then Rob was undergoing re-training, far, far way. But pretty soon, he was back in action, slipping down poles and directing his hose, containing and quenching a succession of demanding flare-ups.

The Unit regretted the loss of Rob's services, but consoled themselves that it had been a very generous donation. The security video inexplicably disappeared, but in the years that followed, it was 'found' by the Night Watch, who liked to watch it and reminisce about hunky Rob when things were quiet.  

~ 

Firefighter Captured by Cybertied is one of his best AI videoettes, to date. The T-shirt and bondage show off the Firefighter's muscles brilliantly and secure an appealing, kneeling position.

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Cybertied - Hog-tied in His Underwear by a Uniform Thief

 

He came to steal the uniform, but with his hunky target, hog-tied at his feet, hot and sweaty in his underwear, he hesitated. Then he began to take the uniform off again. He had plenty of time yet.

~ 

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 Johnny considered himself to be an alpha male, so he felt more than a little embarrassed about his secret obsession with wearing lacy, female underwear. The men he knew were all tough guys, they would want to bitch him if they ever found out about it. So, he put the flimsy garments on in the privacy of his own flat.

The sensation of them on his skin, the sense of skimpiness and allure made him feel so excited, that he was tempted to flaunt himself at the window, rubbing himself against his own reflection in the glass. It was OK, he was on the 5th floor, so no-one would ever see him, but it felt good to imagine them all looking at him, wanting him. 

He let himself get carried away with his fantasy. But suddenly, one day, in the middle of his dreaming, he was startled by an urgent knocking at the door. Whoever could it be at this hour? 

~ 

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This art by Stromo is actually entitled 'Joaquin, practicing social distancing' and dates from the Covid Lockdown era. The image itself is oddly impressionistic, with some pretty weird reflections and a sense of warped, condensed timescales. I've embodied similar distortions into my story, based on the image. 

Targeted in the Jungle

1AwakKatMane - Fight to the Death

 

With climate change, Skinny Dipping is getting a lot more dangerous!
Patient predators await the unwary

version with caption 

~

This artist has come up with a great idea here, giving the tentacles theme a real life believability. The soldier's nudity in the face of an organic threat is highly erotic.  He plays more with the snake theme at his DeviantArt page, but not often as successfully as this. The male characters are great, but AI struggles to make the beast do what it wants.

 

1AwakKatMane - Anaconda in my Bath

~ 

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Targeted - Home Alone

 

Home Alone

 

When he got a night to himself,
Travis liked nothing better than to shower off 
and lie on his bed to read a good book.

That was just how the two intruders found him.
They'd seen him at the gym and liked what they saw...

Travis never did get to the end of his book. 
But they both got to his end that night.

~

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Targeted

Colin's in a fix after being kidnapped at gun-point on a quiet country road.
Not only abducted but his tighty-whitey's ripped to shreds in the process.
Now, collared and chained, he finds himself up for sale to the highest bidder.
The solid gold collar they gave him suggests these are very wealthy buyers
It's scary, but kinda exciting too. All these people want to buy him!

They'll never believe it when he tells them about it, back at work. 

 They've even promised he can keep the collar, no word about new briefs, though.

 

~

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Targeted

 

 The mystery deepened when Ben complained to the manager. They didn't have a room laundry service, who might have taken his clothes, he said, but he would investigate what the CCTV had picked up. Meanwhile, Ben would have to vacate his room since it was already booked by someone else that night. However, he could stay in the resident's lounge for as long as it took, free of charge. That was just as well, since Ben didn't have money to pay his bill or even a phone to call anyone any more. The hotel had a phone, of course, but who remembers other people's numbers these days? Ben didn't. He just had to wait and see what the Manager came up with. The idea that this might take days rather than hours disturbed him.

It wasn't as though they were comfortable panties either, the lace felt very rough on Ben's nether regions. If he didn't keep still, it rubbed his balls mercilessly. The narrow string up the back did the same thing to his crack, because it was stretched tight by his efforts to keep his junk contained in the tiny pouch at the front. It didn't feel much more comfortable if he stood up and walked around either, and then he knew everyone was looking at him and probably thinking things about him, which he'd rather they didn't. 

 

The Resident's Lounge was surprisingly busy considering it was a bright, sunny day outside. The hotel seemed to have a disproportionate number of ageing gentlemen as residents, many of whom thought slapping his bottom playfully as he passed would cheer him up. When he was out of his seat, he had to keep a vigilant lookout to see if anyone was creeping up behind him.

He hovered around the Manager's Office for a while, hoping for a development. There seemed to be much jollity going on inside, but no news about his missing belongings. He couldn't even go for a walk to pass the time, and no-one offered to lend him clothes to wear, except one old man who offered an unappealing, dirty raincoat. There wasn't any shortage of people wanting to talk to him, of course, he constantly had to shoo away loiterers, but all the attention made him feel worse. He returned to his seat to find it occupied. None of the others were vacant either, although several gentlemen kindly offered him their knee to sit on. He thought it best to decline these offers and found a newspaper to read, leaning with his back to the wall.

As the day wore on, the prospect of spending the night in the lounge loomed larger and larger, and he became increasingly agitated and sought out the manager again, demanding he do something. Eventually the Police were called and one arrived an hour later - in plain clothes, surprisingly. Naturally, they had other priorities on a Friday night, he said. He advised him not to go out after dark. Folks round here don't go in for that sort of thing, he said, nodding at Ben's lacy bulge. Ben flushed with embarrassment. 

 

Ben had no choice but to reconcile himself to spending the night on a settee in the Guest Lounge. The room was still quite crowded with old men, but he found a safe seat and watched TV until 'News at Ten', hoping that when it finished, they would all disappear to bed. But they didn't, there was some sort of discussion going on, quite heated. Eventually, one of them approached him and offered him the chance to take a shower in his room. Ben accepted gratefully, taking the chance to wash out his G-string in the warm, refreshing spray. 

 

When he emerged, the gentleman was already in his double bed, asleep. Ben stole to the door, but to his horror found it was locked. "I wouldn't go back down there" his host advised sagely from the bed, "it's not safe for you". Something in his tone suggested he wasn't just talking about tactile sleepwalkers. "You'll be much safer staying here with me" he said, most emphatically, and his words struck Ben quite forcefully. "Just take my word for it" the man said gravely as he peeled open the cover on the unoccupied side of the bed.

 

Ben stared at him and the bed. But his courage failed him. He looked round for the door key but couldn't see it. He tried the door again, hoping it had changed its mind about being locked. Finally, thinking about the cold, dark lounge downstairs, he looked back at the inviting bed. 

"Come on lad, you must be feeling tired, get into bed", the gentleman said kindly, "I won't eat you".

 

But he did, and that wasn't all he did, but he did it so nicely, it didn't seem to matter to Ben.

The night sped by in the strangest manner. 

 

~

 

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By Royal Command

A Ballet Troupe has been performing at the Palace

'The Nutcracker', of course

The King is known for his intense interest in Ballet

But what the King is really thinking is.....

Of course he is much too well-bred to say so.

 

Reluctance feeds the fires of desire.

Looks like a hot end for one man

and a happy ending for the other.

~

 The splendid, original AI image was generated by muscleandboots

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Vintage Targeting

Irwin Horwitz captured by Eddie Williams (WPG)

 An unusually daring bondage image from WPG. The subject of abduction itself is controversial in any age and this image is realistically modelled compared with most contemporary imagery, with the wrist restraint looking snug and the ropes held by the abductor stretched tight. All this with both models completely naked.

Irwin Horwitz fights Eddie Williams (WPG)

This image, possibly from the same series, shows Irwin holding his own against Eddie, an older man with superior size and muscle development. It's not obvious that it's the same location, but Eddie, at least, is still pouched here. Irwin seems to have a vicious hammerlock on his left arm. 

Irwin Horwitz (WPG)

Irwin's somewhat boyish appearance in the duals with Eddie, detract from their appeal for me, but this studio image portrays him in a much more desirable light, with decent, light musculature and a sexy smattering of body hair, especially in the lower regions. 

Perhaps Irwin was trained and buffed up after being captured and this is him on his big day at the saleroom. He presents well.

And if you're wondering whether Eddie managed to fulfil his capture quota that day, 

up in them, thar hills, the image below may give you the answer.

Eddie Williams in chains (WPG)

Eddie appeared in the same auction catalogue as Irwin, as Lot 112.

He protested to the end and this image captured the moment when he had to be whipped

to make him go onto the stage and mount the rostrum.

That sort of behaviour is counter-productive, it attracts the worst kind of bidders, the harsh disciplinarians and men who don't want the slave as a worker at all, just as a target for their venom.

~

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 You might be lucky, maybe he only wants your underpants!

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Targeted - Night Visitor by Oliver Frey

Night Visitor by Oliver Frey

 Oliver Frey's comic strips pound with sexy excitement but the individual images are often out of kilter when looked at as stand alone pictures. This image is an impressive exception and has a very different feel, calm but simmering with menace.

see also mitchmen A-Z of fetish artists - Oliver Frey 

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Targeted

 This doesn't look like Brooklyn, Toto!

The concept of this image, which I stumbled across in CFNM Guys at Adonis Male will be familiar to regular readers of mitchmen blog. It joins a growing list of brazen abductions of unfortunate males who are led away on the end of a rope or chain, often, but not always, by horsemen (see below). 

The kidnapped man in this case has been stripped naked which adds a sense of permanency and discomfort to his predicament. So too the empty wasteland across which he is being dragged, clearly to his bemusement. It all says there will be no going back. The female abductor is a first in this series and it certainly adds a different nuance, a different kind of threat somehow. Her captive has a splendid ass, which might not appeal to everyone but looks highly suitable for heavy work, like pulling a plough.

The last example of this sort of image was by Planet Gay, a beautiful upgrading of .Etienne's classic picture of two abducted sailors being led across the desert for a sticky date (not the fruity kind!) with their new Master in  'Sailors Beware'.

We have also had:-

• Most memorably perhaps - 'A new life for our Airforce Boys' by Chirenon. 
• Underwear Model abducted by Mitchell/Modus Vivendi
• 'New Labour for Canyon Ranch' by Amalaric
• also A New Life for Sam, artist unknown
• 'Tarzan abducted' by Tacitus, 
• 'Slave led to the punishment beach' by Iskan156, 
• 'Sergei captured by a desert imp' by Gilgamesh 

Life At the Shallow End - Targeted

One of life's dilemmas:

If you are caught wandering the streets in your swimming costume,

Is it better to be interviewed by Police for the prank?

or to be referred to the medical team for analysis?

The shallow end or the deep end?

~

Produced by Mitchell using the 'Playground' AI engine

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Targeted

John was a petrol head who fixed small engines to fund his obsession.

It was an occupation that brought him into contact with the 

amazing things that people kept in their garden sheds and boat houses. 

Also quite a lot of bored housewives.

Unfortunately his curiosity for gadgets and boy's toys proved his undoing one day.

When an outraged, cuckold husband hatched a cunning plan to teach him a lesson.

He booked him in to service his equipment in the shed.