Captive Combatants by BedVC太郎

BedVC - Combatants Lined Up, No 1

 I began this series of posts with some milking factory situations where the donors were all dressed in tight-fitting, bodysuits. The artist calls these characters 'Combatants' and they appear in dozens of his images. They seem to have a drone-like personality. Those above seem to be undergoing some sort of conditioning. There doesn't seem to be any physical restraint of them, but it doesn't look as if they are free to leave, either. There's evidence to suggest they don't want to, not just yet! 

 

 

BedVC - Combatants Lined Up, No 34

 The sense of treatment being administered is more intense here, with the men immobilised and bathed in violet light, requiring goggles to be worn. They are not so much suited up as enclosed in a tight, rubbery sheath. Multiple straps ensure an exceptional level of restraint, but one part of their bodies seems to be rebelling. An uprising, you might say. 

See also 'Muscular Zentai Men in Restraint, No 24' at 'X'

 

BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 13

The recruitment process for Combatants seems to be quite a daunting affair. You might imagine that putting on the suit for the first time would be quite exciting with the promise of being converted into a muscle hunk. This guy looks as if he's just found out it's not reversible. The gag-like face covering prevents him exercising his right to change his mind. The supervisor's evil grin suggests he's seen it all before.

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BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 50

 I assume that these volunteers have not just been dragged off the street, but seeing these images, you have to wonder. Or perhaps the glossy brochure glossed over just how challenging the transformation process is. The clingy bodysuit channelling the adaption must feel very exposing for a young man unused to public display. I dare say, there are members of staff that take advantage of the novices helplessness.

 

BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 63

Resistance is futile, but it's nice to see the new boy trying, it shows the sort of inner qualities the Combatants need. It'll end up safely corralled into total obedience, of course. His growing awareness of that outcome fuels his protests 

You'll see from the title that there are many other variants on this theme at the artist's Pixiv site (see foot of post). I'm not at liberty to illustrate the full extent here, let's just say that no blood is spilled, but other fluids are. If you plan to explore his offerings, I suggest you take a picnic and some tissues (or your preferred, mopping up material).

 

BedVC - Transformation of a Villain No 35

 

The rigours of the Combatant transformation process and the conforming nature of the men it delivers make it ideal for reeducating villains. Their inbuilt aggression can be re-channelled into useful combat qualities. This one's vain attempt to burst out of the restricting suit, that is also his ticket to eternal obedience, is quite symbolic. It's also rather sexy. His bulging lower body parts here are a little 'in yer face', so I've sanitised it as a precaution, there's a link below to the real thing. 

original image 

I've done the same thing with some others further on.

 

BedVC - Combatants Compressed for Storage No 15

It won't have escaped your attention that the men emerge from the transformation procedure with their reproductive urges intact, nay enhanced. Once converted, therefore, the men are not sent off to barracks where they might be free to get into all sorts of testosterone-draining mischief. Instead, they are vacuum wrapped in pairs and put into storage, where their tensions and aggression can simmer indefinitely. 

 

In the image above, you can see that the proximity of a package-mate has raised an embarrassing sweat for one susceptible conscript.

The titling has lost a bit in the translation.

 

 

BedVC - Combatants Compressed for Storage No 44

 

This method allows entire platoons to be held in reserve for a rainy day at the front. I imagine their shared anticipation of being upgraded to black suits and unleashed on the enemy will be constantly nourished by the usual bawdy, barracks room chatter.  

 

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BedVC - Factory Wrapped No 44

The same technique can also be applied to disciplinary matters. A combatant guilty of misdirecting his carefully cultivated aggression gets a spell of solitary confinement so he can work it off in private. The comedown in isolation after that, with no warmth from his comrades to console him, is worse than a cold shower

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BedVC - Vacuum Packed No 17

 This wacky image is the natural extension of that thought process. It gives a whole new meaning to Army Surplus. It looks like this unwanted pair are en route to the Supermarket meat counter, where they will sit alongside the pork chops. Of course, there will be people who complain about the excessive packaging, but no-one wants meat that could have been interfered with.

 

 

BedVC - Two Guys Tied Together in Zentai Suits

 

 It's already obvious that the tight design of these bodysuits causes them to seek out every crevice in a man's body and bring out it's more prominent features. At the same time, their tactile qualities have a sensitising effect on said prominences. As a result, Combatants are normally stored side by side to avoid undue mutual stimulation. 

 

Tying two men together, face to face, therefore, seems to be a highly advanced form of training. Or interrogation, perhaps. "Spill the beans, Sergeant, or your buddy gets in the neck" (or somewhere like that). An exquisite torture that some people are very good at.

 

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There's an even more exquisite buddy torture at 'X'

The Factory of Self-Fellatio, No 32

 

Bed VC - Chris Redfield Bound

Chris Redfield and suspension bondage are two more favourites of this artist. Unsurprisingly, his familiar uniform has been transformed into a rubber equivalent by BedVC producing lots of manly sweat. The suspension keeps him out of the reach of most of his enemies, but it also means that his tackle protrudes. A well-placed rope ensures that it dangles and dribbles (hence my adults only sticker, which is painfully ripped off in the link below).

 

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BedVC - Chris Zentai Bound

It's almost inevitable that Chris would be forced to don a Zentai suit. It's body flattering qualities seem to have had their usual effect on him. The highlights on his underside are brilliant, although you get the nasty impression that there's a fire raging below, which he's about to be lowered into.

 

The suit's tendency to arouse also seems unimpaired in the uncensored image (linked below). However, it doesn't seem to have transformed Chris into a more formidable Combatant than he usually is. It hasn't made him obedient and docile either, fortunately, but he's still in a fix. 

 

The full image is brilliant!

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AI Images by BedVC太郎 who is on 'X'@exMtNHpo4oF9lzO

and on pixiv as user 4607635

 

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Milking Factory 25 by by BedVC太郎

see Milking Factory 24 by the same artist

uncensored link below

A line of 'combatants' are restrained in tight rubber suits on inclined beds. They are totally immobilised and enclosed. Masks control their air supply, able to stimulate pleasurable euphoria or calm sedation at the flick of a switch. 

 

Their cocks are enclosed in transparent sheaths with a compartment for their balls that extends back between their tightly bound legs. It produces a variety of erotically stimulating sensations that cause long spells of continuous emission between climaxes. The domes contain and suck away all their ejaculate for processing.

 

The operatives have friendly competitions to see who can bring about the longest edge or the most simultaneous explosions. It's exhausting and draining for the captives. Inside his sweaty suit, their commander agonises about the mistakes that led to their capture. 

 

See uncensored image 

 

see Milking Factory 24 by the same artist 

More by this artist with links at mitchmen soon! 

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 This is Milking Factory No 25, go to Milking Factory 26 

(link pending)

 

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

for all other posts on the subject at mitchmen blog

 

You can also start at Milking Factory No 1 and follow the links 

Click the 'milking' label for all posts with milking imagery.

Art by Briefcase 2

 Read Part 1 of this series

  If you had trouble finding the Briefcase silhouette images from Part 1 at pixiv, look on the last page of his illustration folders.

 

Briefcase - Lifeguard

 

This image is Briefcase's more usual style, a blend of cartoon exaggeration and genuine sensuality, with a good deal of added effects - dialogue, sound effects and reaction signals. The underlying image here is quite sexy, gaining from the Lifeguard connection. There's a pleasing innocence in the humour of pulling down a man's shorts, especially one who might be regarded as an authority figure in this location.

 

The picture leaves me curious about the speech bubbles. I dare say there's a 'wtf' equivalent in there, but it might also give us clues about motivations.

 

The caption here is mine. Briefcase calls it - Human-powered Happening (Another new kind of metamorphosis). I fear something got lost in the translation. I certainly did!

 

Briefcase - Camera Surveillance

Stripped of the comic elaboration, this image is a slow burner. The darker tones reflect its less jolly, voyeuristic nature. The subject is quite a hunk, but he cuts a lonely figure. Or is that wishful thinking? The jockstrap, carelessly encircling his ankle, suggests he might just have suffered a disappointing defeat.  

 

 

Briefcase - Lack of Nerves

You might attribute the same background of sporting defeat to this image too. A rugby player seeking solace in his bedding, rather noisily, by the look of it. Chunky men like this are Briefcase's forte. 

 

Another baffling caption, you can sometimes work these out by inverting the meaning. The artist explains that the sportsman's rubbing is making weird noises, so I guess the title might mean that he doesn't mind who hears him. Playing with that Japanese thing about modesty and shame.

 

I took the liberty of editing this image to remove a detail, top left seeking to show the lurid undercover detail, not entirely successfully. You can find the full image at the link given at the foot of this post. 

 

 

Briefcase - Marine Day (National Holiday)

 

This example of cheery chunkiness seems to exemplify the opposite idea to shame - being out, happy and proud in your own body. A great ad for chubbies (and gingers). And, by the way, a great example of how sexy Speedo-style, swimming trunks can be, regardless of who is wearing them. 

 

The naughty dribble is an unusual modern example of hidden eroticism. Somewhat redundant, in view of the fully detailed projection! There's another example in the cleverly disguised, discharge arrangements in the previous image. See label at the foot of the post for more examples.

 

 

Briefcase - Just (Barely) OK

The erotic qualities of moderate chunkiness and tight-fitting clothes lie at the core of this image, too. It stands up as sexy without any explanation, but looks like a well-built footballer struggling to remove his tight, clinging pants. Possibly rubber ones, which might explain the sound effects as squeaking. The colour co-ordination adds a 'team' ingredient to an image that might otherwise seem humdrum. The gratuitous bulge between his thighs is a nice bonus.

Briefcase's captions here are exceptionally puzzling, though perhaps not if you can read the speech bubbles. His sub-caption reads, "I think he wanted to do some kind of sailor suit for a married woman". As Manuel would say, "Que?"

Briefcase - Last Train

A few years ago, I did a post called 'I'm On The Train!', about captives being transported en-masse. Since then, the wearing of shorts on hot trains has sparked an entirely different interest in rail travellers. A veritable industry of voyeuristic snapshots of fit, male commuters. This picture, though shortless, is in the same vein. It's part of a triptych, of which this is number 2, the final showdown being inadmissible in this blog!

  

Briefcase - The Mystery of the Forc

 

This is the inverse situation, where a traveller (in shorts, this time) has developed an inconvenient arousal, probably from staring at that young man opposite, sprawling open-legged in Lycra shorts which leave little to the imagination. This is number three of another triptych showing the embarrassing outcome. The gritted teeth, clenched fists and pressing together of knees has failed to prevent a surge of wetness and uncontrollable shudders - great observation!    

 

I understand the mystery bit in the title, but 'Forc'? No.

A misspelling of force, maybe.  

 

Briefcase - Firing All The Bullets

In this 6-image story, an older man (with a still-youthful physique) grapples with the same unquenchable urge before stripping off and letting nature do what it wants to do. As the title suggests, he's not lost his endurance with advancing age, an achievement that has its downside when you're in a hurry. All too soon, he is summoned back to his chores (above). It's another nicely observed and wry piece of humour with a refreshingly different protagonist. 

 

Briefcase - Living Shame Wedding Suit

The shamefulness of wearing revealing clothing in public seems to have more bite in Japan than the western world, where it doesn't really have the power to shock any more. Still, turning up for a wedding dressed like this might raise a few eyebrows amongst some of the congregation - and itchy hands amongst the rest. This smug celebrant clearly doesn't care.

  

The artist titled this as Living Shame Wedding Dress, which I adjusted to skirt round the fem ambiguities in English.

 

 

Briefcase - On Stage

 

There's an explicit fem crossover in this item, highlighted by the wearing of pink nipple covers (I don't know the technical term). Despite being showered with money for his performance, the Bunny Boy looks extremely embarrassed. We can only wonder how he was persuaded to do it. An example perhaps of one shameful act being used to force him into another. At least his outfit doesn't expose his bottom half to gropers in the audience, like the female equivalents do.

 

 

Briefcase - Experimental

This artist doesn't do bondage or medical scenarios, but this intriguing, fetus-like image is a decent substitute. I've done my own water tank images* in the past, but always feel obliged to make some provision for breathing. Perhaps that tube behind him does that, but it looks as if it's connected to an entirely different orifice! AI eh?

 

*see also Swimmers Preserved 

Briefcase - Undressing

 

This is part of an eight image series in which a man undresses with a sour expression on his face that suggests he isn't doing it willingly. It's left to the observer to imagine why he has to do it. An examination? A search? Or something more sinister? The conventional white underpants might be clue as to why he's so unhappy about it.   

 

Briefcase - Soaked in a Shower

 Raincoats ain't what they used to be! We've all experienced that feeling of returning home with clammy wet clothing after being caught out in a shower. It's the wet, clingy jeans that annoy me. A feeling which in other circumstances I might quite enjoy! 

Briefcase catches the moment of reaching home, when things can be undone and the laborious task of stripping begun. The bedraggled hair, translucent T-shirt and damp briefs (dripping with rainwater?) create a great sight for onlookers, but they are unlikely to get much time to enjoy them! 

Of course there's more to reveal and the viewpoint the artist has used plays to our voyeurism. I love the spotlight on the subject's briefs!

 

Briefcase - End of Tour

 This looks like a similar situation at first sight with its hasty shedding of clothes and wet skin. There are other explanations, though. Briefcase's subtitle - 'Ah, it's over and done with' - doesn't quite explain away the more salacious ones.

Duos are quite unusual in this artist's pictures, and so are narrative scenes like this. There are some nice shorts on show here. Why do laces suggest easy access when the reverse is usually the case? I like, too, the idea of the soldiers keeping on their helmets while they do whatever they are doing.

*The tattered shorts on the left are reminiscent of those cartoons in 60s UK tabloids, which were based round a group of standard stereotypes. The castaway (usually stranded on a 1-metre diameter island with a solitary palm tree) and the bearded prisoner, dangling by his wrists, feet off the ground, in his tiny cell were nearly always clad in tattered shorts like these!

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 Read Part 1 of this series 

This artist's website is Briefcase on pixiv

If you are unfamiliar with pixiv, the thumbnails on the 'all-works' page link to posts containing one or more images. With this artist, some of these posts contain a variety of images which don't all match the thumbnail. If you want to quickly track down a particular image posted in my article, download it to obtain the pixiv id, then at pixiv display a random image and replace its id with the one you are looking for.

To Serve Is Pleasure

A1

From Curiosity to Submission: 

The Transformation of Fraser

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.

A2

 

The grocery store was crowded, but Fraser navigated it effortlessly and efficiently, picking out what he wanted and ignoring distracting offers. He had lunch to cook for a guest. As he hurriedly exited the store, bag in hand, he collided with a man who was passing by. 

“Sorry about that!” he exclaimed, glancing up. Then recognition lit his face. “Oh, hi Ricky!”

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.

A3

The store looked like an ordinary clothes shop outlet from outside, but as they entered, Fraser marvelled at the many racks of rubber and neoprene garments he saw, his senses were assailed by the smell emanating from them. He barely registered the faint, hypnotic hum that filled the air, carrying subliminal whispering.

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.

A4

 

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.

A5

 

Ricky and Fraser left the store together, with Fraser still proudly clad in his new bodysuit.
Ricky took him straight to the nearby SERVE Hive-Hub. 
Inside, he underwent the full initiation process. 
Hypnotic inductions erased his old identity, replacing it with unwavering devotion to the Hive. 

 

A6

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.