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.

~

 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.

Art by Hijaden

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Milking Factories by Hijaden2

Hijaden2 - Milk Collection 1

 

The artist does not describe this hall as a milking factory, but it seems to be set-up for collecting the stuff on a substantial scale, albeit in individual jars, not carried away in pipes. That suggests a focus on quality and traceability. The building architecture resembles the futuristic designs of Sci-fi sagas* and one could easily visualise robots periodically emptying and taking away the contents of the collection cylinders for processing. That would account for the spacious aisles.

 

*I suppose this might be the crew of a giant spacecraft in some sort of stasis during an interstellar voyage, but I can't recall the authors of such stories identifying an ability to produce milk in such a state. It might be a useful function if their mission is to found a human colony on a distant world. But if that is the case, I'm thankful that we are spared the sight of eggs being harvested from their female opposite numbers.

 

Hijaden2 - Milk Collection 2

This, more detailed, view reveals that the conditions for the donors in this place are pretty austere. They are totally naked and vacuum-packed inside rubber sacks. They sacks have a degree of transparency, which is useful for monitoring the condition of the donors, but perhaps discomforting for them. It certainly keeps the place tidy, but severely limits their movement, and you might think that the inability to feel any sort of sensual, skin contact might inhibit a man's ability to produce. However, I have observed that mummified men do have a disturbing ability to weep without very much stimulation. I imagine the extraction device is able to render assistance to them. 

An overhead feed line provides air and, I dare say, water and essential nutrients too. You'll observe in picture 1 that the men seem to share these arrangements in pairs. It's not clear how this works, but one can imagine 'buddying up' being beneficial for the milkers The full cylinders and presence of a good, old-fashioned pump on the output tube implies that decent quantities are in fact produced. The control panel on the left even seems to have options for an external operator to make adjustments to optimise output further.

 

Hijaden2 - Milking Drones

In this installation, the produce is carried away by a communal pipeline, implying that output volume is what matters most. The men are clad in tight-fitting latex suits and described as drones, with no visible individual identities. The men in the first facility seem to have allowed to choose their own positions before being sealed inside the vac pack. These drones are not afforded that, they cannot even move their heads because of the rigid feeder tube to which their helmets are attached. Their kneeling positions seem to imply that they are not passively extracted, but are expected to actively promote their own output. Fortunately, their helmets look as if they have the capability to assist, with visual stimulation.

 

Hijaden2 - Storage Facility

 In our enthusiasm for seeing men harnessed to the thankless task of producing milk for their masters, it's easy to overlook the biological fact that they have to rest and recover sometimes. A short pause 'on the job' can enable younger milkers to come back surprisingly quickly -  given the right incentives and diet. But ultimately, even they will run out of steam and post-orgasm disinterest will take hold. I don't think there's a drug for that yet, but no doubt it will come one day.

Hijaden gives us a look behind the scenes with this storage facility for drones who need such a holiday from their endeavours. Chillingly, a rest does not mean that they can take off their suits, clean up and exercise as we would do. However, I imagine their owners have thought of that need and catered for it in some other part of the factory. This is the equivalent of bedtime for the men. We see them, still tightly packaged, being delivered by a robot transporter and stored away in an underground bunker to recover in comfort for the next shift.

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This is Milking Factor No 20, go to Milking Factor 21 (link pending)

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

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Art by Shenguanlin

Shenguanling - Milk Farm 1

This striking image offers a harrowing glimpse into the depths of this artist's nightmarish world of abductions and crushing captivity. Men who are taken are doomed, it seems, to an existence of perpetual, suffocating, bondage, punctuated by participation in humiliating rituals involving bodily functions. This includes milking of course, but strictly speaking this particular set-up wouldn't qualify as a mitchmen Milking Factory because of the 'artisan' extraction arrangements and low volumes involved. 

The human storage cages seen in the background were also featured in the recent 'Milking Factory' contribution by this artist. They seem like a praise-worthy, humanitarian, rest and respite facility for the milked men, but a cynic might argue it's just a necessary business response to the milk production limitations of male biology and hardly represents a free range approach to keeping them. 

The bubbles seen drifting around the captivity chamber are an intriguing but unfathomable detail. Dream-like? Maybe one of my readers can decipher the symbolism.

Shenguanlin - Suspension 2

Shenguanlin's complex art is built on simple bondage imagery, like this semi-suspended hog. 

His favoured tipple seems to be Rugby Players and other butch sportsmen, 

The bindings are invariably comprehensive, neat and believable.

This image is lifted by the lifelike representation of the captive's taped eyes and face mask.

 The face covering appears to be improvised from socks, underwear or shorts (of unknown, dubious condition and origin!) These are clues to his deeper fetish leanings.

Shenguanlin - Hogtied

This hog variant puts the prisoner into real world setting, balanced on a table in an austere cell whose bare interior contrasts vividly with the vegetation seen beyond the prison bars, the lush world from which he has been removed. Stripped down to just his shorts and socks, a typically hairy physique is revealed. Since he's so tightly hogtied, the table beneath his body is the only external thing the prisoner is aware of, because a blindfold, gag and earplugs deprive him of his other senses. 

This relatively simple image is visually appealing thanks to it's colour balance and crisp detailing. There's an intriguing sense of the unknown. Who is he? Why is he here? We can almost feel his isolation and share his mystification of where all this is leading. He may not even realise that he's set upon a table which seems to imply a tactile physical inspection may well follow his sensory deprivation.

Shenguanlin - The Penalty for Losing

The same basic hog-tie image is worked up here into a dramatic, erotically-infused scene with three rugby players put on display in matching restraints, having been held responsible for the loss of a match. It must have been quite an important one!

Part of their punishment seems to have been a beating of some sort, the random angles of the red weals on their bodies suggest a 'running of the gauntlet' prior to being tied up (compare the recent Drtkk imagery). The beating, however, is just a warm-up for their real punishment. Their faces have been wrapped in a mixture of dirty jock straps and smelly trainers (no doubt provided by their team mates). I suppose it brings home to them, rather vividly, just how much sweat and toil their colleagues had put in, when they hadn't. They are sweating profusely themselves now, even if they weren't during the match.

The restraints here look a whole lot tighter and much more strenuous for the three captives than the previous examples. Their heads are pulled back tightly and connected to tightly flexed legs at the toes. They will probably be dropped from the team after their poor performances, but if they're forced to endure this much stress for long - say, the same length as the match - they aren't going to be in a fit state to play again anyway for a while. 

This picture is packed with fascinating and sometimes sleazy detail. This artist has an unusual way (to me at any rate) of depicting the struggling movement of the captives. It consists of squiggly lines drawn around the outlines of their bodies. It works better when you get used to reading it. Some of it seems more like trembling than energetic struggle - which is not an entirely inappropriate reaction! He provides sound effects as well. A (slightly incongruous) dialogue box explains the scenario.

Shenguanlin - Duct Tape Boy

You can see the 'special effects' more clearly in this rather nicely drawn image of a skater-type tied to a chair (surprisingly it's a padded one!). The trembling interpretation applies quite well here. There are virtually no erotic ingredients in this picture beyond the captivity scenario itself and the suggestive, clean-cut characterisation of the prisoner.  However, the taped-up shorts are quite intriguing and fans of trainers and chunky legs get a small treat. The heap of tapes at the prisoner's feet and the ropes lying on the floor behind him suggest he's part of a much bigger bondage operation.

Shenguanlin - Bondage Freak

Here the artist takes the same basic image and makes a spectacular transformation with some relatively small alterations. The covering of the face with noxious looking fabrics has the most immediate impact, followed by the spurting, caged cock which is a good compromise between realism and wishful thinking. But there's another, easily overlooked change that arguably has more impact overall and that is the 'doubling up' of the taping which adds body bulk and emphasises the total restraint of the prisoner. 

There's a host of fascinating detail including the introduction of an electrical box whose terminals are connected to the man's balls with crocodile clips. However, this arrangement seems designed not so much to torment him, but to stimulate his engorgement into a seriously restricting cock and balls cage which also has a head attachment improvised from twisted wires and holding a 'sound' in place. 

This isn't the same man as the previous picture, this one has hairy legs, suggesting more maturity and a greater inner strength that warrants his more demanding restraint. The crudely boarded-up cell window seems to imply he's going to need it. 

Unexpectedly, the artist's title seems to imply this arrangement is all quite voluntary.

Shenguanlin - Tonight's Boy

This tweaking of straight-forward bondage images to show extreme, earthy outcomes reflects an interest in the whole process of a man's descent into captivity and this image depicts the starting point. A very real-looking man has been entrapped, apparently in his own home. He's laid out on a settee being tied up, surrounded by items indicating his passion for playing rugby - but not for washing his clothes. This stereotypically masculine trait makes him ideal material for Shenguanlin's predators. 

The captive has been put into a shiny, black, bondage suit with his arms strapped to his sides. The suit is not particularly tight but manages to display a sizeable mound between his thighs, which looks as if it might a white undergarment (and contents) extracted from inside the suit. It's squashed into two moundlets by a very tight belt, part of an assortment of ropes, bandages and belts providing head to toe restraint. 

This looks like preparations for an abduction - the protective packaging of a prized acquisition, but the captive's legs are actually being tied to the settee which implies he isn't going anywhere just yet. The captors leave him free to voice his confusion and protests, but it's hard to see that continuing for long.

Shenguanlin - Installation of a Dungeon Urinal 1

In this image a similar looking man is being processed in a dark, undefined space. His two masked attendants are indistinctly drawn, but clad in skin-tight, dark body suits creating an eerie atmosphere of sexual menace. The title tells us more of what is to come, the smell of the place may give him that clue.

Standing erect so that the attendants can finish strapping him up, he is already fitted with  a thick, high collar that forces him to look upwards. A ring gag, attached to a whole-head harness keeps his mouth gaping open and already, his face is dripping with cum. His cock and balls, extracted from his body suit, are uncovered and forced into a multi-ring cage that squeezes tight round his balls and the base of his cock. 

Despite this multi-layered restraint, he is weeping excitedly. The artist cleverly maintains an element of ambiguity throughout the story suggesting consensuality. The photo ID card stuck on the captive's chest even suggests a club-like arrangement, recognising his individuality and tracking him. A bit like an animal passport. 

Shenguanlin - Installation of a Dungeon Urinal 2

The captors tape over his eyes and carry him to an iron cubicle where he is put inside a body-shaped casket like a mummy. It seems to fit him perfectly not allowing him to make any movements. Perfect for shipping but the casket is actually chained to the wall. In the picture the attendants move in close to make final adjustments and he can probably feel them touching and arranging him. They stroke his cock encouragingly (sympathetically?) and too late, he senses something not very nice is going to happen to him, but his gargled plea is ignored. 

Next, they will fit the other half of the casket over him. The front section is fitted with a mouth tube that will be fed through the ring of his gag, there's also an orifice for his cock and balls to be pulled out, both requiring careful fitting. Eventually his voice is silenced by the outer cases being bolted together.

Shenguanlin - Installation of a Dungeon Urinal 3

By the time the attendants have departed some time later, the outer casing is doubly clamped and chained to the walls of the cell. The incarcerated captive's mouth piece is connected to a stub of a tube in the ceiling of the cubicle. When opened it will drain waste liquids from a Basketball Team's locker room just above. 

The captive's projecting cock is now fitted with close-fitting shaft-ring which can be agitated mechanically via an electric motor. His balls will simultaneously receive electrical stimulation and this control arrangement will draw repeated orgasms from him. His own emissions will be channelled to a valve gadget that either recycles them or else dumps them onto the floor. 

The prisoner manipulation and accumulating sense of doom in this little epic (which runs to 8 pictures in all) is very effective, all the more so if you identify with the captive. The artist explores this earthy scenario repeatedly in his work and I will provide links to find more at the end of the article.

Shenguanlin - New Arrival 1

This looks like it might be the same, butch captive but his restraint is very different here. He's been clad in a tight-fitting, latex, bondage suit that shows him to have a highly muscular physique. One that deserves to be displayed. His arms are restrained in a complex, shibari style, upper body harness but his legs are simply tied together at thigh height, hobbling him. Only two parts of his body are exposed. His head is enclosed in a harness with a gag attachment (which looks rather like a ball gag but is intended, I think, to be a ring). His cock is locked into a  chastity device through which he is leaking onto the floor. 

He's been parked in a urinal and, unsurprisingly, seems to have attracted the attention of it's users. There are limits to what they can do to him in this constraint but they have left behind souvenirs of their visit. A string of cum-filled condoms round his neck seem to have been left as tips, or I suppose they may be his own handiwork (if it's possible produce handiwork without using your hands!). Other visitors have splashed their compliments over his face, since the obvious receptacle is blocked off by the ball gag. 

Ominously the captive has been labelled here with a 7-character ID code, stuck to his chest. It suggests that this period of service is not just a a passing experimentation on his part but a more lengthy commitment. It also implies that he is just a small part of a laboriously assembled team of service providers.

Shenguanlin - Semen Collection

The condom motif is seen again here. These do seem to be filled with the prisoner's own produce. He's being continuously prompted to produce more by a vibrator strapped to his thigh.

This looks like a facility where passers-by can help themselves to refreshing, cold, cum shots.

They have contemptuously discarded their drained condoms at the prisoner's feet, one has even been draped over his shoulder.

This artist likes his captives to keep their socks on (see hogs above) and I love this one's semi-hairy pecs which remind me of my adolescent attraction to a young workman who worked for a while, bare top in his dusty, black jeans, on a building site very close to where I grew up. 

Shenguanlin - Caged

This image depicts a completely different form of captivity. The prisoner is hooded and locked into a chastity device, but otherwise naked. He's been put in a cage that is only big enough to allow him to kneel, a position that has been further restricted by roping that lifts up his tied wrists behind him. The simplicity of this arrangement creates a sense of great vulnerability

A captor wearing a sinister gas mask is crouched beside him as if concerned, but the coiled whip in his hand is evidence that brutal control techniques (or sadistic pleasure seeking) are rife in this particular facility. This may account for the prisoner's trembling.

More Shenguanlin in Part 2

Art by AnimasAnimus

Animas Animus - Captain America & The Punisher

AnimusAnimus has a simple recipe for his art - men with exceeding large asses being dominated by their muscular peers and this is an excellent example. This spanking image is full of energy and lust. 

But if his themes are simple his art isn't, despite appearances in this cartoon. The contrasting characterisations of the super-clean Captain America and the super-butch Punisher mine a very rich seam of rebellious non-conformity in the male breast. Dressing the punisher in jeans invites us to identify with him. His lovingly detailed boots and stubbled chin stress an earthy masculinity that seems to elude the goody-goodies of this life.

AnimasAnimus & Shadowwow - Set Me Free

This image seems to explore the other side of the coin, the devilry and beastliness that lurks within the non-conformist and the ability those characteristics have to tempt ordinary mortals. I'm not sure why the artists have chosen a crab to represent such secret longings, unless there's magic involved. 

I love the setting of a desert island beach. It's almost as this hulk has been deposited in Ehrlik territory where I imagine he would give the native Amazons a run for their money in the man-collecting stakes. If your fate as a wrong-doer is to be isolated from the rest of the world in an inescapable prison this place beats the deep burial option by a country mile.

I normally steer clear of mixed-species creatures like this but I like this one's fleshy physique and it is just the face that's morphed, no paws or tails. The grotesque facial characterisation complete with pirate patch is nicely conceived, but still the image would work better for me if he had a more human face - more like the Punisher above, say.

AnimasAnimus - Easter Egg Wrap 

The artist gives full rein to his perverse imagination in this delightful image, adapting the ancient fetish practice of oriental balls to a more prosaic, but not entirely hygienic purpose although I don't suppose that consideration would deter all my readers. It's utter fantasy of course, where does the wrapping come from? How do you stop the chocolate melting? But it's good to see that the captive worker slaving away seems to be enjoying his job so much. (Yes I know he's got a tail but it's only a little one!).

The concept of a hole-in-the-wall incarceration, display and dispensing service, usually targeting super-heroes, appeals to the erotic imagination and has spawned a lot of variations over the years. 

AnimasAnimus - Muscle Lovers (my title)

This fantasy (100% human!) wittily goes to the root of the matter (as it were) with an unbelievably over-developed, young muscleman apparently having sex with his own reflection and filming it on his phone so his fans can admire and envy him. AA's admiration of these types is obvious even when he's poking fun at their human weakness. 

AnimasAnimus - Venom's Playthings

When this artist wades into superhero sexual exchanges he often discards the normal physical constraints of bodies to achieve fantastical super-intercourse, but as the action develops these images sometimes become bafflingly complex, especially when self-morphing creatures like Venom are involved. This image actually shows The Hunk and Rocket-Head trapped in a deeply intimate coupling after Venom (right) has lured them into erotic combat and somehow coated and enclosed them with some of his own latex-like skin. I don't profess to know how that works but I love the concept! 

This image reminds me of a scenario that had a brief vogue a few years ago when the Chris Redfield biohazard craze was at it's height. A Security Guard patrolling outside a bio-plant found himself assailed by tentacles emerging from the earth, totally absorbed by the mutant being and converted into a something resembling a sort of perpetual sex machine. He did not lose his bodily integrity as a human but his sexual parts became predominant at the expense of motor and communication functions. His new whole became a solid bio-mass that looked like a throbbing machine when his colleagues found him. Something like the image just above. It's an idea I'd like to have illustrated myself but I think it calls for the wizardry of computer art.

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If you are intrigued by the art of Animas-Animus it's probably a good idea to understand what the term means. Without going into the psychological theory of Jung, the animus is the unconscious masculine side of a woman, and the anima is the unconscious feminine side of a man*. I think this artist is probably interpreting this idea in a general way about roles and role reversal but embraces animal characteristics as well to an extent that I have barely touched on in this article.

*You can delve the theory deeper at Anima and Animus but it's not an easy read!

BDSM Art by Casablanca

This article presents extracts from 'Amagami no Shitsukekata' by an artist who calls himself Casablanca in English or Yuritaro. It contains some striking bdsm imagery in a highly original style. I don't have an English translation of the story, so the narrative below is my interpretation of the images. The actual text may contradict it. The title translates in Google to 'How To Train Amagami'. Wikipedia translates Amagami as 'gentle bite' and relates it to a Japanese dating computer game which has a sort of relevance to the story.

 

*since publication a reader of this blog has kindly provided a summary of the plot and background to the story, you can read it in the comments at the foot of the post.

It begins with an executive type entering a bar and being propositioned

 by a man with a distinctly butch, athletic persona.

His audacious flirting overwhelms the businessman's embarrassment.

He discovers his target has a military background.

It leads the muscular seducer to reveal his own interest in discipline.

The two men adjourn to the businessman's flat.

There the businessman quickly reveals a talent for domination.  

The muscular athlete is quickly stripped and prepped for sex.

Now it's the businessman's turn to seduce him with affectionate gestures.

It seems no Japanese erotic scene is complete without mini-vibrator eggs being deployed, I think the invasive action must have a significance in that culture that escapes westerners. In this scene it's doubled up and I particularly like the idea of parking the controls in the athlete's jockstrap bands.

I admire the economical, subtle style which portrays the guest's youthful, muscular physique in a way that makes it look bulky and sensual. Notice the little clues that some rough treatment is getting under way - the shred of cloth hanging over his right shoulder, the impact symbols to the left of his shoulder and buttocks plus the perspiration on his back. 

With his trainee secured, the 'shy' businessman changes into something more appropriate.

The athlete looks as if he's having second thoughts about this.

His combination of sweaty, muscular pec and chunky leather collar is great.

The true nature of what is in store for him

is dramatically revealed - a leather lash.

It's quickly put to work.

The athlete discovers that this roleplay is for real.

Notice how the wimpy businessman, progressively reveals his own muscular physique 

this image of him is particularly nice. The style is reminiscent of the great British artist, Bill Ward. It creates the impression of a brief snapshot in time, barely glimpsed before it is gone.

The flogging is severe. The Master very stern.

The businessman/master becomes more substantial here, his victim depersonalised.

There's some odd drawing in the jockstrap area which I can't decipher.

But he pauses to acknowledge the trainee's erection, looking somewhat disappointed. It's a development that ensures the session will continue of course. 

The 'Master' has become quite boyish here, but the athlete seems to have grown in stature, not just in the groin area. It's as if the punishment has made more of man of him.

Casablanca pulls off a tricky perspective here and succeeds in making the humiliating 'inspection' very erotic.

As though offended by the captive's resilience, the Master strips off another layer to reveal a clinging rubber vest which restores his intimidating appearance in an even more substantial characterisation. He matches that by ditching the lash and switching to a far more serious bullwhip. He quickly shows it's not just for show by laying into the athlete with even more determination and power. The force of his blows and the helpless vulnerability of his captive (little more than an outline by comparison) are superbly captured in this dramatic image.

An insubstantial, ghostly outline of the athlete is superimposed on the master here. It's as though his manliness has been driven out of him and he's now looking up and ready to submit to the master who towers angrily over him looking very butch indeed compared with his original appearance in the bar. Something of a monster almost. That's the fine line of bdsm.

This ghosting technique has become very popular of late, particularly as a way of  depicting penetration. I'm not sure it works for me here, the text might help, I guess!

Shockingly, the captive's ordeal continues.

It's as though the 'shy' businessman is determined to exact his complete submission.

He gets what he wants. 

I don't know how this submission fits with the characterisation of the athlete in the bar, 

where he seemed to be more of a top than a sub. Rent perhaps. That twist would be sexy.

It looks as if he's being manoeuvred into an even more unfamiliar position here.

But if he's as reluctant as his facial expression suggests, 

his dribbling libido isn't doing him any favours.

To add to the irony even more, his muscularity has reasserted itself here.

The penetration isn't to be avoided naturally,

It lifts him into the air, helplessly succumbing to the manipulation of sensitive body parts.

To be honest, the love hearts floating around in these last two pictures suggest the athlete has thoroughly enjoyed his introduction to bdsm and discovered a new world of excitement.

Looks like a happy ending!

Which is as it should be.

~

I believe the artist may be Yaritaro who is on twitter with a small gallery

Read Casablanca - Amagami no Shitsukekata in full

Great S&M art.