Targeted - Collar and Tie

 

Dave and Sam normally spent New Year in front of the TV.

They reckoned it was the best way to enjoy all the fireworks.

But this year they got a surprise, personal invitation to a private party.

It came from 'John', but they could guess which John it was.

The black dress code was a slightly daunting to Sam, 

but Dave, who mixed in classy circles, was perfectly relaxed.

Plus, there was to be a spectacular display at midnight.

So they thought, Why Not?  Enjoy the change. 

Something out of their comfort zone, you might say.

The venue was already busy with guests when they arrived.

They didn't spot John amongst the crowd but  

they were immediately offered free drinks and food,

so they were soon enjoying the party atmosphere.

 

About half past eleven, anticipation and excitement was rising.

Dave and Sam were both feeling distinctly mellow.

Then someone called for silence, he had an announcement to make.

He asked for the Guests of Honour to come to the stage. 

 

Dave and Sam discovered it was they who were the Guests of Honour,

a group of burly men closed in and frog-marched them to the front.

Gazing out at the crowd, they realised they were all dressed in black leather.

But any feeling of being over-dressed was quickly taken away from them.

In fact, all their clothes were taken away from them, by muscular attendants.

They weren't exactly in good shape to resist, but tried their best.

The crowd appreciated their efforts and wild cheering broke out

as they were buckled into wrist suspension bars and their arms hoisted high.

 

In a final dramatic gesture, their attackers removed their underwear.

Sam cursed loudly as his new, Christmas, designer briefs were cut open.  

It was little consolation when they were replaced by soiled jock straps

 donated by audience members in the front row, their pouches still warm.

Thanking the donors, the MC reminded them of the Charity Auction

which would enable them to recover their property (with added interest!)

The front row audibly dissented, convinced that some rich bastard

would inevitably carry off the star prizes to some distant part of the globe.

'Big Ben' was invited to come to the stage to 'officiate' the midnight rites

The Guests of Honour would lead the count-down to the strokes of midnight.

That's 12 strokes each of course, he cackled, to uproarious laughter.

'Black Jack' was summoned to be his assistant and synchronise

Dave just had time to apologise to Sam before Big Ben gagged them both

So that they might bear the ritual strokes safely and with dignity.

Their only consolation was to be in the front row for the 'fireworks'.

But in all honesty, it would probably have been better on the TV at home.

 

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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 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 the 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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I have added this post to the 'Vintage Bondage' and 'Targeted' series.

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Sailors Duped

A sailor on shore leave takes his buddy to beauty spot he knows,
A cruisy place where they can just relax together as friends.
But it's changed a bit since he was last there, not much cruising going on

But there are lots of new facilities to take advantage of.

 

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The Navy sent out a Patrol to find the two AWOL sailors,

but in the end the ship had to sail without them.

By that time the boys were miles away.

Still catching the rays together in their free, sun-bathing pouches 

But hard at work, shifting stones in a quarry.

~

The original photo is by AMG of course, 

the guy on the left looks like Dick Dubois....? 

Rugby Trade-In

Can't wait to get back in training again

When John was summoned to the Club Owner's Office he assumed it was about his new contract. Instead he was introduced to a gentleman with a foreign sounding accent, an investor.

It wasn't unusual for well-known players to be asked to be present at business meetings.

Investors were often fans and liked to see their favourites in the flesh.

John disliked this networking stuff but did his best to be pleasant for the sake of the club.

The gentleman talked to him, expressing his admiration for his playing skills

He obviously knew a lot about him including some personal details that surprised him.

It was all very chummy, he even got John a refill of orange squash. 

He woke up on a bed in room with bare walls and minimal furniture. 

He was totally naked apart from a white loincloth wound round his waist.

The door was locked but eventually they came in answer to his pounding.

Two men dressed like medics entered and 'persuaded' him to obey them.

When he was pacified they scrubbed him from head to toe 

His skin was smeared with scented oil so it gleamed like a polished statue.

Then they dressed him up in a totally impractical, cropped rugby top that showed off his abs

and in shorts that were so tight he wouldn't be able run in them without injury.

They just laughed at the idea of him playing rugby again.

Then tied him up with rope so tight under his pecs that it was hard to breathe.

He was seated on a bench, put on display like an art exhibit, 

In readiness for the handover ceremony, they said.

Beyond the doors that faced him, there was chatter and clinking of glasses. 

A drinks reception was taking place there, in his honour supposedly. 

The master's friends were all assembled to view and greet him.

Immobilised and alone he waited to learn his fate.

Imagery by Cybertied

 

Brosfate 5 - The Art of Control

Brosfate - Slave Market

The marketing of slaves is usually portrayed as a Middle Eastern vice but this array of captives for sale seem to have been put up for auction by a pirate. There's a curious blending of historical imagery in this standalone piece with ancient columns and modern planters adding a surreal touch to a medieval market place. 

BrosFate almost veers towards political comment with the range of goods on offer, but there's something for everyone. That serves to make the prize specimen gracing the rostrum at this point stand out as exceptional. The tattered state of his pouch contrasts with those of his fellow captives, almost as if his captors have been fighting over him. He won't thank the auctioneer for pointing it out. The teasing pointer is liable to make the worn material rip from internal pressure and the bidders are already excited enough about him. 

Brosfate - Simon Captured

There's a medieval slant on this image too with Conquistadores carrying off a group of locals as captives. They are dragged away having been stripped of their clothes as well as their weapons. For Simon, their celebrated leader this is like a terrible nightmare. Everyone has the same rank in a loincloth, aristocrats and commoners alike, enslaved together, they all become equals.

Brosfate - Weak Point 1

A character named Simon is also the star of 'Weak Point', an interesting new story from Brosfate's fertile imagination that illustrates a more subtle Art of Control. Simon is described as a boxer and you can see from his exotic clothing that it's one the modern, media-savvy offshoots of the ancient sport of kings. He revels in the razzmatazz, but what matters is that he's a top fighter. Like Simon the King, he has the world at his feet.

Brosfate - Weak Point 2

He's also a ladies man who plays the field when the fight is over,

 but don't turn off yet, there's a twist in this tale.

This image is tantalisingly sexy with an invisible magnetism that it seems will irresistibly draw that wandering hand downwards. Bizarrely this seems to work better with a woman as supplicant than it would with a man, whom we wouldn't expect to have any inhibitions about exploring down below.

Brosfate - Weak Point 3

This romantic romp is interrupted by a text message. An unknown caller is summoning Simon to a hotel room and the photographs attached to the message convince him that he has to obey. It's graphic evidence of him taking drugs and making other indiscretions.

Notice the strange container behind him. It could almost be a stool, were it not for the curious knob on the lid. 

Brosfate - Weak Point 4

At the Hotel, Simon immediately confronts his accuser, a half-remembered acquaintance from earlier days before he was famous. He soon learns that the violence that has put him on top of the world and earned great riches will not solve this problem. He demands to know the price of silence.

Brosfate - Weak Point 5

It's almost a relief when he's told to undress to be photographed. 

"If it's sex you want, why didn't you just say so, queer boy" he scoffs contemptuously.

But this is just the beginning of his ordeal.

Brosfate - Weak Point 6

In the weeks that follow he has to consent to physical torments.

Brosfate - Weak Point 7

His self-appointed master parades him in front of his friends

and makes him perform humiliating tasks.

Brosfate - Weak Point 8

His training schedule intensifies, but no longer to maintain match fitness,

now he is striving to meet his master's demands for body perfection.

Brosfate - Weak Point 9

Gradually the hero-worshipping fans he used to love as a boxing star

are replaced by men who revel in exploiting his weak point. 

His nightmare of enslavement by the Conquistadores comes true.

Find out more about the full story of 'Weak Point'  via pixiv

More Brosfate to follow

Brosfate - Recent Highlights

BrosFate - Dungeon Scene

 This remarkable picture is a recent post at BrosFate's 'X' account. It's labelled simply as 'misc' but it's to be hoped that it's the forerunner of a whole series. Compared with earlier BrosFate work, there's a striking increase in the realism in the figure of the captive in this picture. It contrasts with the captor's face which is more reminiscent of his previous style. His images have become more explicit too and in this one it has produced a tighter composition than we used to seeing from him. The long distance torments of the whip and electro-torture have been replaced by a more psychological form of intimidation. 

BrosFate - The Adventurers Get A Shock (Undercastle) 

The enhanced, character realism is evident in this amazing image too, from his 'Undercastle' series. 

These two 'adventurers' have foolishly attempted to infiltrate the Dark Elves' castle.

They arrived dressed as medieval knights but look much better with their clothes off.

The 'buddy effect' works well in this image, perfect synchronisation.

It's a shame magic is required for this method of inducing milk, the milking factories would love it. 

Brosfate has also posted an animation of this drama on 'X' (sorry, I didn't save the link).

BrosFate - Frank Failed To Escape (Captive Soldier 6)

The 'Captive Soldier' epic has always been a cornerstone of BrosFate's work. Frank, the military hero, is sent on multiple missions and always gets captured and maltreated. This scene showing him in trouble with an unsavoury gang of mercenaries is (I think) from series 6 but the tally has now reached series 8. The most interesting character in this picture is the principal villain, seen heating his knife over a candle while studying Frank's, animated, rear view.  

BrosFate - Frank Sold into Slavery (Captive Soldier 4)

In Series 4 Frank is sold into slavery by his captors and shipped to a distant part of the world in a skin tight latex suit. Shades of Leo Ravenwood's - Great Game Hunter comic strip! Brosfate continues on from where Leo left off bringing the full power of render to bear on Frank's shiny holiday outfit and suggesting how his experience of enslavement continues. 

Frank is always depicted by Brosfate as a decisive leader of his squad of soldiers, but he has an uncanny talent for submissiveness when his men are not around. His military background and the obedience to orders that goes with it seems to be a double edged sword in that respect. Admittedly BrosFate has put him through a lot of physical persuasion at this point in the story. Cock depictions feature more prominently in recent works, but Brosfate's rear views have always been a source of erotic pleasure. The simple harness Frank has been given to wear here highlights it well.

BrosFate - Frank In Isolation (Captive Soldier 7)

Frank's still a captive in series 7 and is put in isolation for bullying his fellow prisoners and fighting with the Guards. This underground cage recalls POW punishments in WW2 but the crisp, clean steel is no jungle improvisation. The ominous, ugly, old pipe nearby looks as though it's designed to carry unpleasant waste so it's proximity to Frank's cell is concerning. In turn it also confers doubts on the nature of the proffered drink. It looks like Frank's already suspicious. 

The unusual perspective essential to making this scene work has produced an interesting result in the figure of the guard standing on the right.

BrosFate - Frank Electro-Interrogation (Captive Soldier 7)

This electro-interrogation is more familiar territory for Frank but it's far more comprehensive, sophisticated and powerful than the simple wands used for his earliest torments. His cock is pixilated in this copy, not an electrical effect I guess, but it doesn't seem to diminish the impact of the image. It's not inappropriate for it to appear to be quivering. 

BrosFate - Frank Forced to Jerk Off (Captive Soldier 8)

In Series 8, after a failed hostage rescue attempt (witness the downed soldier in the far corner), his captors force him to graphically demonstrate his ineptitude. They make him strip and jerk off before the hostages, who are as embarrassed as he is about it. This is not just a random abuse, but a highly original, crude and fiendishly witty forfeit. A graphic, literal admission that he is a wanker. 

Frank's muscularity has always been plush (see Part 1) but it seems to have ripened here into magnificent bulk. Sadly that only underlines the enormity of his failure in this mission. 

BrosFate - Frank Brainwashed (Captive Soldier 8)

A captive, once again, Frank's physical charms (if not his soldiering) work their usual magic on the head captor (Prince Adrian no less). Perfectly understandably, he wants the handsome soldier all for himself. Shakespeare did it with love potions but not a lot of good came of that. BrosFate resorts to electronic brain-washing. 

Details of his technology are sparse, all we see is a couple of curving bars either side of Frank's head plus a suggestion of radio-activity in the device behind him (which looks as if it came from a laundry). His spread-eagled position and the hose-like accessories on the trolley (with matching coupling just behind his bicep) suggest that it isn't just his wits that are about to be extracted.

BrosFate - Frank Brainwashed into Slavery (Captive Soldier 8)

Somehow the unlikely contraption works, Frank loses his memory and  history repeats itself as he once again submits to enslavement. Perhaps the brain clear-out has allowed his true nature to surface.

BrosFate - Frank Performs (Captive Soldier 8)

His slave experience might not seem all that unpleasant, in view of the fact that he is a gay man.

He has forgotten all that of course, but there's no much evidence in his history to show that he was familiar with dildos, nor the human alternative, so he may be physically unprepared for the full enormity of this experience.

~

There's more to Brosfate than Frank the Captive Soldier and I will review the rest of his recent work in a separate post. As a taster I recommend the Dungeon Keeper video:- 

Brosfate - Dungeon Keeper

Brosfate has devised an entertaining piece that puts the viewer into the role of a dungeon keeper, 

it feels interactive although it isn't in reality. Worth a view.

See the full Dungeon Keeper video on X.

~

This is the fifth Brosfate post at mitchmen, read Part 1-3 (linked), Part 4

BrosFate also labels his work as 'Heroic Band', my understanding is that this is a grouping that also embraces Leo_Art and other contributors. He sometimes posts Leo's work on his own site, usually, but not always, supplying the attribution. I'm planning a Leo_Art post soon

Links:-  BrosFate @Tumbler (now an archive)
BrosFate @pixiv (still current, best presentation, but censored)

BrosFate @'X' is the place to go for explicit imagery but it's random pieces.

BrosFate @Patreon of course is the principal source (requires subscription)

Enslaved Sailors by Planet Gay

PlanetGay - Enslaved Buddies

This image may look familiar to you, it's part of a select group showing desert kidnaps in distant lands where we fondly imagine enslavement of white men still flourishes. Examples at this blog are by Bowen, Tacitus, Iskan156, Gilgamesh and most notably perhaps by Chirenon. 

In fact this picture is an AI reinvention of the slave delivery scene from Etienne's classic tale of Middle-Eastern misfortune 'Sailors Beware'. This particular story has had a lot of coverage at mitchmen blog recently thanks to the discovery of a little-known early draft of the story and a long-forgotten Royale storyette which probably inspired it: 'Shanghaied Sailor'. 

AI gets a bad press in some quarters but there's no question of 'stealing' pictures here and the artist - PlanetGay- gives full credit to Etienne as it's inspiration. The new version is distinctly different from Etienne's original but it gives it a new lease of life. It's even preserved the distinctive, balletic stance of the brunet captive - a very Etienne-ian detail. The sexy, new characterisation of the kidnapped sailors makes one wish for some of the other scenes to be given the same treatment. If you compare the clothing of the evil abductor with Etienne's original, you might be surprised at what is revealed.

As ever with AI, some of the detailing is wide of the mark, like the unmilitary haircuts and goatees of the conscripts and the slanting oasis water (with surf?). That big city mosque parachuted into the middle of the desert to add atmosphere is clichéd as well as daft. Having said that, Etienne might easily have done the same thing in his time.

More PlanetGay at mitchmen blog

Targeted

The Party's Over

In another place a long way away, Gavin has discovered the truth.

The visitors just keep coming, admiring him and feeling his mound.

It has been mounded up (much to his embarrassment) with a tight cock-strap.

They all tell him what they want to do with him, when he's fully available.

The Rugby Club owner told him he was a prima donna with a reputation as a trouble maker.

He was a liability to the team and no-one wanted to play with him.

But the only way to get back what they'd paid for him was to sell him outside the transfer system.

In fact they had already sold him, he said. On the dark web, cutting out his agent. 

It was hard to take in. His playing days were over.

He protested, of course, it wasn't right, they couldn't do it, not to him.

Then two thugs entered the owner's office, overpowered him and tied him up.

They bundled his trussed-up, wriggling body into a van and took him away.

He'd never seen his new owner, just the minions who prepared him for public viewing.

He still had plenty of fans and many had already come, wanting to see him in the flesh.

They'd already worn out several sets of his special kit with their rubbing and mouthing.

Those with more money had pre-booked for a longer slot, a private session with him later.

Apparently his schedule was already booked up months and months ahead.

The true test of his popularity would be how long that state of affairs lasted.

When the fans forgot him and stopped coming he'd lose his star status.

Then he'd be farmed out for casual body rent - as long as his charms lasted.

After that a life of hard, manual labour was all he could look forward to.

~

Image by Cybertied

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Roman Prisoners of War

Roman Prisoners of War To Become Slaves.

A fine body of men with all the hallmarks of AI perfect beauty.
A great picture by 'Gay-Roman-Fantasy'.

However, without the benefit of the title you'd struggle to make out the meaning of this picture. It looks like men filing through a welcoming committee. The artist has managed to generate an interaction between two of the characters, which isn't easy with present AI tools  - it seems to be a consoling, 'well done' or 'be strong' handshake/fist bump as the defeated captives gather. But if these are POW's, there don't seem to be any guards or escorts, just a couple of spectators on the left, maybe one half hidden on the right. There's quite a commotion going on behind them but it doesn't seem to be directly linked to them. This is not the artist's fault, necessarily, AI tools grant limited control to them and do whatever they want to do most of the time. Which I suppose is the most chilling sign of intelligence imaginable.

I just want to ask where the auction is and what time it starts!

See also Defeated Romans Enslaved 
or search the mitchmen blog on 'Roman'

At The Market

This is a nice, sexy image, but again it isn't obvious that this is a market. I love the loincloths but how come everyone is nearly naked and dressed the same? Where are the guards? The market traders?

It's reminiscent of those Hollywood movies where the top gangster, arrogantly strolling through his domain is disrupted by a young upstart who gets in his way. As his minions look on, reflecting his menace, the gangster looks the newcomer up and down, perhaps bandies words with him, then moves on. The absence of contact between the figures makes for a rather loose composition, but it helps create a sense of hovering menace in my imaginary scenario.

This doesn't look like Ancient Rome Toto! No Togas and dubious architecture.
To be fair though, it does say Roman 'Fantasy'.

Cruising

Another great image with another hunk arrogantly strutting his stuff. I suppose his up-market loin cloth and belt are symbolic of wealth and status compared with the wretches around him. We probably all know a street or two like this, though rarely with crowds of men quite as wonderfully undressed as this - or standing without drinks.  The scene does appear to be a market, fruit on the left, bananas on the right but there isn't much trade going on and why is everyone walking in the same direction?

Mercy or Not?

This is closer to what you would expect in a Roman fantasy. An attacker has been disarmed and blood has been shed. He kneels defenceless but uncowed. There's a significant disparity of dress between the two protagonists, perhaps the loser has just been forced to take off his armour by the victor. 

However, why they were fighting in the first place is a mystery. This isn't an Arena. There is a watching crowd but they are dressed like an ill-disciplined army, who have just arrived after a long march. Perhaps this man was the only citizen prepared to make a stand against them, but on the other hand perhaps he was just a (not very good) sneak thief. The juxtaposition of knife point and nose looks very odd, a good example of AI's inability to replicate human judgement which would adjust this detail.

An amazing image nevertheless

Young Soldier at Sunrise (41)

AI is very good at creating portraits of hunks who are the height of perfection and although this man would be near the top of most lust-lists there is something about him that is different, he has character. He's not looking directly at us or courting our admiration. Instead his expression suggests he thinking about something important. Something he must do on this new day, brought closer by the rising sun.
(His armoured 'pouch' with subtle contours glimpsed underneath is very sexy).

I like this picture.

If you follow the link to Gay-Roman-Fantasy at Deviant Art you'll find lots of images like this on Roman themes - battles, gladiators, bath houses etc. And I mean lots, you may end up with indigestion.

The Great Rugby Take Down

For a couple of weeks, I've been trailing images of Rugby Players in bondage.

Now comes the deluge!

"Those bastards!"

A burly rugby player has been tied up and left out in pouring rain on a muddy pitch.

Broad chest, chunky thighs, this image knocked my socks off when I saw it. 

He's a handsome man, but the image also somehow captures something of a beast in him.

Now he is tethered, totally helpless, exposed to the elements in a public place. 

Frustration. Discomfort. Humiliation.

Is this a prank played on him by other members of the team? 

Another mighty beast left face down in the mud, even more humiliated.

It looks like there was quite a struggle before this one could be subdued.

Defeated, he lies with his tight-fitting kit clinging sexily to his contours in the rain.

His colours have a Scottish flavour, an interesting sight for English eyes.

"You've had enough warnings!"

This time we can see who is tying up the captive up, he looks like one of the training staff.

The hogtie has been made a shade nastier, with a loop around the player's neck,

That should keep him stranded in his own private puddle of muddy water.

A teammate seems to be approaching in the distance, 

Is he going to intervene? Rescue? Or just gloat?

"Go on then! Do your worst!"

This is one way of settling a long-running dispute between two bulls.

Forcing them to confront each other with muscles and emotions securely under wraps.

Instead of fighting to decide who's No 1, they can have a tug of war across the halfway line.

The short rope is a deliberate choice, it matches their short fuses.

Now they find themselves physically close in a shared predicament.

Who knows what chemistry is about to evolve between them?

A stadium full of spectators looks on expectantly.

I want to have a word with you, Fergus, about your on-field behaviour

It's not all bad news, the Sin Bin has acquired comfortable bench seats (in case there's a crowd) and quilted walls which help ensure that what happens in there does not each the ears of the media. There's now a fourth Match Official tasked with the dual roles of (a) Calming the anger and over-excitement of miscreants and (b) Putting the fear of God in them so they don't reoffend (for a while). 

A middle ranking military background is considered ideal for this position, and unfortunately for Fergus this one specialised in covert abductions and is of the opinion that the only good villain is a tied-up one. He has just demonstrated to Fergus the ease with which he can do it to him. Naturally, Fergus mouths off, but the only response is a puff of cigar smoke which envelops his face. 

"Now then my lad, let's get down to brass tacks" the official says, eyeing Fergie's crotch.

"I'm waiting, Doyle" 

Ten minutes in the Sin Bin can seem an awful long time when you're not sure what's going to happen to you, and it's not helped by the lurid stories put about by certain players who like to glorify their own visits and make others tremble about the possibilities they might face. 

The privacy afforded by the padded rooms fuels such anxieties, and a creative Match Official can take advantage of that by using imaginative restraint and dropping calculated hints about what he is inclined to do to the immobilised player. In the reverse wall-spread position, the player imagines that the only thing standing between him and utter humiliation is his shorts which seem very vulnerable to a malicious pull down. Especially after the Official spotted that he's wearing a traditional jockstrap underneath. It's enough to take his mind right off the game, which is continuing outside without him.

"Brace yourselves, lads. The entire team is coming out to spank you.
Thank your lucky stars it's not in front of our home crowd"

When the team's star players repeatedly miss easy scoring opportunities and the entire team knows they were up all night carousing, it causes friction. Away matches in interesting new places are always an tempting opportunity for players to go out on the town. Management teams these days run a tight ship but players off the leash can still get carried away and forget their responsibilities to the team.  When it happens time and time again, the Training Staff have to step in and remind them about the rules. 

If they want special treatment, they are liable to get it.

These singlets and dinky shorts might be seen on a rugby training ground, but are really more suggestive of the Gaelic Football code and that played by our Aussie friends down under. 

No matter, a hunk is a hunk however you dress him up and make him sweat.

"Wait! Wait! You can't just take these men away and sell them!
We've no chance of winning the League without them!".

But if the coach is unhappy, think how his two players must feel,

suddenly discovering they have been sold off by the cash-strapped club.

Their errant behaviour hasn't helped their cause.

Securely bound for despatch to an unknown buyer for unspecified use.

They've had no time to arrange their affairs - or even to tell their loved ones.

Even the ref looks distraught about the situation.

"Look at it this way, lads........."

This Coach is more sanguine and professional at the prospect of losing two key players,

He soothes the fears of the frightened men as they wait to be collected and taken away.

"You'll be well looked after, fed, dressed and kept in good shape" he assures them. 

"The job will involve public performance and pain at times, but you're used to that".

"Best of all, I told him you guys like each other, so he's promised to keep you together".  

If fact, the buyer has paid a hefty premium to acquire this matching pair, graded Class 1.

He's going to use them for breeding purposes, such genes shouldn't be wasted!

According to rumour, his extraction processes are most imaginative.

"What am I bid for these two exquisite specimens?"

Being sold behind your back is terrible, but the indignity of a public, internet auction is worse.

They were forced to pump up their muscles before the sale and dressed to attract maximum interest.

Then made to kneel submissively on the pitch in front of the cameras.

In the past, these men have modestly enjoyed the admiration their weight training has earned them.

Now are awestruck at the prices others are prepared to pay to get their hands on them.

They can't see the bidders, just the auctioneer and the steadily mounting offers on a TV screen.

The cold, teeming rain is unpleasant and depressingly apt, 

yet it seems to have heightened the buyer's interest in them.

And they haven't even had their shorts taken off - not yet.

In Transit

Sold and paid for, this player has been scrubbed and dressed in his Sunday best kit for despatch.

He's been moderately sedated and packaged securely for the long journey, so he'll be no trouble.

He's not travelling alone, an escort will attend to his needs and deal with the paperwork.

His buyer is rich enough and distant enough to have hired a private jet to bring him home.

It's an ironic epilogue to his high-flying life as a successful, professional sportsman.

That's over now, but he's shed his tears, calmed his fears and now sleeps the flight away.

Perhaps he's dreaming of a pampered new life, as the pet of an admiring owner.

An attractive female, easily won over by his male charm and sexual prowess.

Well, anything is possible, but I wouldn't count on any of that, chum.

Alone in a Crowd

Back in the UK, another burly Rugby player has been brought to his knees in the mud.

He bows his head in despair, a picture of submissiveness and incomprehension.

Which of these fates await for him?

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I discovered these images recently on Tumblr. The site consists almost entirely of bondage images by a single artist, who calls himself Cybertied. They show men tied up with rope (classic stuff!) in a wide range of settings and scenarios but with a particular focus on sportsmen and, much to my delight, including many from the world of rugby and other football games. 

Visit Cybertied (on Tumblr, his main site) 

also on Twitter/'X' and DeviantArt

Other Cybertied at mitchmen

Obviously these images have been created with AI and there are some classic anatomy flaws if you look closely. However, what is truly remarkable about these images is that they have been created using a freely available, AI art creator which has been designed to block any elements deemed to be 'unsafe'. That's vague-ist New-Speak for what used to be labelled as dirty, deviant and abnormal, in fact almost everything worth looking at mitchmen blog! 

The list of forbidden subjects includes nudity, underwear and bondage. The creation process is driven by text input and the artist explains in 3 posts how he managed to word his way round the blocks. It's a fascinating insight into how these AI engines work and a guide that anyone can use themselves to experiment with. I will share some of my efforts in a future post.

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