Diplomatic Language

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After The Parade

 

It had become a weekly ritual. After the Parade, the Colonel would summon a selection of his Officers for a debriefing on how he thought it had gone. One or two of them would be commended for the way his men had turned out and then dismissed. The remainder would have the faults in their Divisions laid out in excoriating detail. The worst would suffer a spanking in front of their colleagues. 

In pursuit of this method of instilling excellence, the Colonel had introduced a new Parade Dress Uniform for the Officers only. It looked wonderful, but the tight pants that replaced the normal riding breeches were made of the thinnest material imaginable. It was true that tough seats were not required for riding in a parade, but it ensured that any punishment afterwards would be much more painful. So thin was the material that the officers riding astride their horses could feel their butts tingling under the stares of the men riding behind them. When mistakes started to happen, they would buzz in anticipation of the inevitable retribution.

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Morning Ride

1

 

The Prince's stable-boy has earned privileged access to the seat of power. The prince loves his stallion.

2

 

He knows he must maintain the dignity of his position.

Fortunately, the boy responds well to a stern hand.

 

 Original image by muscleandboots

Men in Tights - 2

Continued from Part 1

When Phoenix Flex comes to, feeling slightly fuzzy,  he discovers to his horror that The Silent Shadow has started to remove his hero suit while he was unconscious. 

His arms are trapped in the rolled down fabric so he can't stop him.

The Shadow believes he is impersonating his old adversary, 'The Flash' 

(The Hero who was the suit's original owner).  

Of course, being a Silent Shadow he can't say so to Flex. 

Lacking that info, Flex thinks he must want to steal the suit from him. 

Already he feels it's 'Hero Power Enablement' feature slipping away from him.

As if to emphasise Flex's vulnerability without his suit,

 the Shadow jerks his head back and squashes his right nipple.

 His 'Power-Grip' gloves apply extra-human pressure. 

Flex gasps in agony, but is still unable to defend himself.

Sneering (silently) at his opponent's weakness, The Shadow up-ends him

He transfers his crushing grip back to that other more interesting area.

Flex can't stop himself from letting out an agonised yell as his sore balls 

are subjected to another squeeze.

The Shadow pauses his devastating assault,

To investigate the fascinating shape he has found in Flex's tights.

It's unlike anything he's ever seen before, 

All Heroes have smooth crotches, not this strange little peg*. 

He nudges it tenderly with his hands feeling a strange sensation swirl within him, 

That makes him realise - it must be some evil trick!

*Of course, The Shadow has a human sub-ego with a dick himself, but when he assumes his Hero Villain persona, all inconvenient human traits - physical and psychological are suppressed and hidden.

 

Regaining his self control, he recoils in horror and stamps on the offending object, 

Meanwhile Flex has succeeded in freeing his hands, but it's too late,

His crotch is wide open and his balls (and more) are well and truly busted.

Flex howls, nursing a throbbing (and terribly painful) swelling,

He's unnerved by the silent, unprovoked attack 

and it's vicious success has severely dented his Heroic aspirations.

It's a bitter pill, but escape seems his only option,

He rolls over and begins to crawl away.

But The Shadow is not about to let his new enemy escape that easily

Especially not after experiencing that strange moment of thrall from him.

Be he genuine Hero or clumsy imposter, this character must be neutralised 

For the good of all of Super-Villaindom!

He just succeeds in stopping him from escaping by grabbing his tights.

As Flex continues to wriggle away, his tights peel off in The Shadow's grip.

The Shadow experiences that strange feeling again as he sees what is revealed.

It makes him confused about why he is trying to prevent Flex from escaping.

Dimly The Shadow realises he's being enchanted by those mesmerising globes.

Summoning his reserves of  villainy he looks away and makes a grab for Flex's neck.

A tight choke hold soon subdues his opponent's struggles.

But The Shadow can't stop himself checking out his peg again.

He is convinced that some secret power must lie within it.

Angrily, he hauls the unresisting Flex to his feet,

 how can this pathetic excuse for a Hero mesmerise him so much?

And yet with so little?

Standing behind, the peg is invisible and unable to exert it's distracting influence.

To neutralise it, he delivers a second vicious upper cut between Flex's legs.

It's more effective than he dared hope, Flex screams and doubles up.

But as he bends The Shadow is exposed to the full glare of his hairy ass.

He reels back, his body swimming with more, confused feelings.

Flex sinks to his knees, cradling his crotch and pleading to be spared

To his astonishment, The Shadow finds himself thinking, why not?

Are there not other things he might do with this strangely alluring creature? 

But then realises it's another of his tricks.

To shut Flex up, he pulls back his head and drops down onto it,

locking his neck under his armpit and levering him into a back-breaking arch.

Pit odours assail Flex's senses through the sweaty dampness of The Shadow's suit.

He feels The Shadow's glove tracing lightly across his torso, heading downwards.

It seems to trigger a nerve signal down through the pain in his spine to his ass.

The Shadow, is distracted for some time by the novelty of a helpless Hero's naked body

shuddering with fear and pain at close quarters under his hands.

But he is shocked when he notices that the strange little peg has changed.

It has morphed into something much bigger, firmer and more menacing.

Instinctively he goes for it with his glove, aiming to crush it before it can erupt.

The hot air of Flex's howl suffuses his armpit disturbingly.

Angrily he yanks Flex back by the hair, 

sending him sprawling on the floor.

Once again The Shadow attacks the source of his confusion.

Grinding it under his foot as one might an insect.

To his horror, Flex grabs at his boot as if he likes it there.

The Shadow hastily withdraws his foot.

But instead of scampering away, Flex just lies there, 

Protecting himself but leaving his legs wide open.

He seems to be challenging The Shadow to do it again.

Despite his inner fear, The Shadow obliges, 

He feels a grim satisfaction, crushing Flex's hand as well as his peg.

Looking down on Flex's naked body, his hair- flecked pecs and stubbly chin

The Shadow realises he doesn't want to let Flex go,

But to struggle with all the strange tricks his body seems to offer.

His mind made up, he picks up shreds of the ex-hero's suit 

and begins to bind him with it, hand and foot.

It's the first time he's restrained a defeated opponent in this way.

And he finds Flex's feeble resistance strangely satisfying.

It's almost as if he's collaborating, willing The Shadow on.

Lying naked at The Shadow's feet feet in a V-tied, hog restraint,

Flex squirms, grunting as he half-heartedly tests the bindings. 

But the Hero qualities of the suit have turned against him

The power in it seals his entrapment.

Flex's shoulders are broad and muscled, his buttocks plump and round

And The Shadow finds that sight more mesmerising than ever.

His hands are drawn towards the dark place between the thighs.

Just in time he checks himself.

 If Flex's globes can still enthrall him, what of the deceptive peg?

He kneels to roll Flex over to inspect his unprotected groin.

Flex moans as if he dreads his conquerer's touch. 

The Shadow likes him responding in this way.

As he heaves the heavy body up, he is distracted again by Flex's buttocks

They are now just inches away and bunched up tightly by the rolling action.

Helpless wriggling fingers stretch out protectively across them.

The Shadow senses the mysterious power that lurks down there 

and resolves to look into it later - in a more suitable place. 

As he rolls the defeated Flex onto his side, 

His nakedness spells out the totality of The Shadow's victory.

"You are mine now, Flash" he crows, silently,

"All my life I have wanted you and now you are mine. All mine".

 Flex somehow understands these thoughts

 realising that he has inherited a truly heroic mantle, that of The Flash.

It's a position that exceeds his wildest ambitions.

"Yes master", he murmurs, "I'm yours".

~

And at that moment, in a room, not far away, a weary-looking, strongly built man looks away from his TV screen which is showing a biff-bash movie. He sits wonderingly for a moment, then he takes off his yellow mask, goes to the kitchen and drops it into the rubbish bin. The Silent Shadow has been neutralised at last.

 Now he can give up his job in the Heroes shop and retire in peace.

 Smiling he returns to his armchair, picks up the remote and changes channel.

~

Read the whole saga from Part 1

See stills and video trailer of Phoenix Flex v Silent Shadow

in Hero Hunks at Wrestler 4 Hire

Men in Tights - 1

Ordinarily I don't get excited about masked heroes or masked men. 
But I do get hooked on tight clothes with the right man inside.
In this set from Hero Hunks, Cameron has provided the right man

The Silent Shadow gets to grips with Phoenix Flex at 'Hero Hunks'

Read on for the true story of Flash-Flex.....

Phoenix Flex's oversize mask can't disguise an unusually rugged face (for a hero).

But the impression created below the waist is even more out of the ordinary. 

The garish, upper body styling suddenly fizzles out into pure sex appeal.

In the traditional self-introduction, ceremony, 

Flex makes short work of bending a plastic tube.

Even his mighty thighs seem to be participating 

in this demonstration of amazing strength.

Flex is very proud of his hero suit and the way it shows off his bicep flex.
He picked it up for a song in the 'Help your Heroes', pre-loved suits shop.

With a bit of spit and polish it's come up a treat.

Encourged to buy the suit by the Shop Assistant,

He didn't think much about the previous owner or why it was recycled,

Apart from concluding that he might have been called 'The Flash'.

The shop didn't have the original mask, but found a match in the Toy Dept.

But what mattered was the suit, already impregnated with 'Essence of Hero'.

Flex sensed it's influence as soon as he put it on.

It would give him a flying start in his new career.

But, every Hero has his Nemesis and The Flash was no exception

The Silent Shadow and his finely tuned senses have already picked up

 his hated enemy's scent, reinvigorated by the warmth of Pheonix Flex's body, 

As he perspires inside his new suit, too tight even for underwear.

Silently the Silent Shadow steals up behind the self promoting hero

 and before Flex has a chance to explain, he has him in a choking neck lock.

intending to finish off the despised Flash once and for all.

A dastardly strike between the legs, delivered from behind, takes Flex down.

Before he knows what's happening the Shadow has him in an improvised half-Boston,

a hair-pulling, leg lock combo, that puts the strain on Flex's back and leg joints.

It also plumps up his ass and thigh muscles, momentarily rivetting The Shadow's eyes.

The sudden onslaught of contortion and pain bemuses our would-be hero,

But his worst fear is that his second-hand suit will split at the seams.

To Flex's dismay The Shadow doubles up on the punishment

with a fiendish transition to an equally unconventional surfboard,

Now the hero's shoulders are hurting as much as his back.

It's a torrid introduction to the life of being a Hero.

But the Shadow is presented with a sight like no other Hero has shown him.

Bulbous buttocks nestle between his thighs like a sacred offering, 

The Flash never used to be like this, of that he felt sure.

He must have been on a crash, ass-muscle development course

The Shadow is mesmerised by the sight wriggling before him.

Something goes kerdoing! between his legs.

In a sudden urge, he rolls the Flash onto his back and realises his mistake.

It's not the Flash! He'd shout it out, were it not for his Silent persona.

Instead he he finds himself making a grab at the nearest hand hold. 

Flex, inside The Flash's suit, squeals in shock.

The Shadow is shocked himself at being drawn to the imposter's appendage

It a below-the-belt trick, unheard of in the world of Hero vs Hero struggles

Angrily he stamps on it and Flex squeals this time in true pain.

There's no time for Flex's agony to subside,

The Shadow roughly hauls him up onto his knees.

Thanks to The Shadow's boot, 

Flex's proud prowess is now a shadow of it's former self.

Nestling in shock between those wondrous thighs.

But all Flex feels is the mushrooming agony in his loins.

Consumed with these dire sensations,

 Flex is easy meat for The Shadow's dreaded Finger Stun.

"I'll teach you not to impersonate a much respected Hero", The Shadow silently vows.

But then he finds himself unexpectedly distracted by the imposter's muscular chest.

His finger lingers in Flex's orifice long after the stun has discharged bis digit.

Next Time

Is Flex doomed? Has The Silent Shadow scrambled his brains?

What other torments has he planned? More fingering?

Will Flex ever be the same man again?

Find out in Part 2

The Art of Uruonurun - 1. Heroic Endings

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Red 06

It was this bizarre procedure that first attracted me to the work of this artist with a tongue-twisting name. To be strictly accurate it was a preceding image in the series which showed the 'Red Hero' spread out with an interesting bulge in his tights (still pristine at that point). I chose this variant to start the post mainly because you can see the hero's face and reactions. I'm often bemused by the winking syndrome in these pictures but it makes perfect sense to me here, as his organs (released from his tights) are engulfed in green slime. It must be an uncomfortable sensation, not dissimilar to Tony Houston's wet costume humiliations in the recent Home Alone posts. 

I'm not sure if this procedure is about torture, a medical intervention or simply run-of-the-mill milking, but it certainly involves the latter later on, as you might guess from the tube poised above. The green goo seems to melt hero suits and promote arousal but I know no more. Perhaps related to the dreaded Kryptonite that brought Superman low.

I particularly like the cleverly stylised faces of the attendants here, creating an impression of aliens with unknown motivations and unreadable expressions in a highly original way.

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In this later image from the same series, the equipment attached to the hero and his slashed suit  suggests that the alien's interest in him is not entirely benign. The title of the piece seems to have ambiguous meanings, either 'Hero with No Ending' (to his torment I suppose) or alternatively 'A Hero's End' which chimes with a Japanese proverb "The last days of a hero are often to be pitied". These add up to a perfect explanation of the imagery, which spans several series from this artist with heroes of various hues in the frame. 

This one, Red, has been placed inside a glass container and immersed in more green fluid which seems to be flecked with evidence of on-going milk escapes. His face mask saves him from drowning in it, but it also gives control of his survival to his captors - plus the ability to experiment with vapours related to their experiments. 

A hero's seed is always likely to be of interest to a scientist as it is with the animals in a zoo. The tackle enclosing his tackle is obviously designed to collect it and encourage production.  At bottom right we see images of him in his different existences, as a masked hero and ordinary human. These suggest that it is the essence of heroism that the experimenters are seeking. Subjecting him to life threatening forces no doubt brings that elusive element to the fore.

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This image is included in the same series but not obviously related to the scientific experimentations. It shows the Red Hero in the clutches of a maggot-like creature whose dick-shaped tail suggests it's even more enslaved by it's sexual forces than the average human male is. 

An optimist might read this image as showing the insect to be carnivorous rather than rampantly sexual, but the resistance-deadening injection and draining of the victim's sexual energy are suitable preliminaries to both ends. This might be the Red Hero's initial capture, I suppose, or a bad dream as his torments overwhelm him. A dream in which he sees his captors as they really are.

Uruonurun - Blue Shokushu 01

This image of the Blue Hero is from a different series but follows a similar pattern, the strange elasticated (?) web restraining him features in both series. The title here means something like 'job description'. Doomed to suffer outrageous fortune in other words. In the next frame of this series a purple blob splats down on his crotch and melts his suit away. Other blobs shred the rest of his suit. 

Uruonurun - Blue Shokushu 08

A lurking tentacle with a frighteningly stepped, graduated tip appears

You can probably guess what happens after that. 

Step by step.

Notice how the hero's hair in these pictures matches his suit. Just saying!

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Blue 14

This picture shows the same Blue Hero in the 'No End' series, undergoing a similar examination to Red but in a more spacious cylinder with even less of his suit having survived at this point. The aliens may be intending to discover if the heroes' suits are responsible for their special powers. Removing them obviously has an effect on our own 'special power' as we watch, but I don't imagine the aliens experience the same urges (or do they?)

 The restraint arrangements seem to include inserting the hero's limbs into thick, technological sleeves which seem to have embedded circuitry in their skins. They look like kinky, thigh height boots. Tubes attached to them seem to be circulating fluids of unknown purpose, probably unpleasant.

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Blue 09

The interest in understanding the defensive capabilities of the hero's suits is given credence by this sequence. Blue's suit is ripped open to expose his muscular abs, which are then given a repeated, severe pounding by a (green!) hovering ball (a welcome return of a familiar sci-fi artefact). This crude experiment continues for some time and demonstrates conclusively that the hero feels the full pain of gut punching when his suit has been shredded. 

In an even more sinister development, he coughs up green fluid. It suggests that his captors have been insidiously infiltating and jeopardising his body processes with all their equipment.

This artist's style in much of his work is very similar to others in the gay Manga genre, but in these pictures he escapes from the exaggerated, giant eyes and spiky hair that usually typify it, but don't convey quite the same meaning to western viewers as they do in Japan.

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Yellow 04

Here the Yellow Hero takes his turn and gets the electro-chair treatment. Uruo conjures up a tremendous impression of an overwhelming assault on the hero, though his muscles. It's evident that the shocks are not lethal, unless it's possible to die from over-stimulation. The cables attached to his temples raise the possibility that some sort of brain washing or mental control is also going on. That suspicion deepens in the later images in the series. But first, Yellow is subjected a range of quite brutal Pain and sensory torments (see links below). 

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Yellow 14

Ultimately Yellow suffers the unkindest cut of all for any hero. The clunky, hi-tech manacles round his wrists and ankles hold him down on the floor by some form of electro-magnetic attraction, forcing him to kneel, helpless while faceless purple aliens take advantage of him through the rear of his ripped suit.

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Yellow suffers a number of bruising and invasive attacks and ultimately, battered, totally drained and exhausted, he submits to the dominance of the goo which envelops his face like a lustful partner. His arms and other dangling bits hang uselessly, unresisting, unexcited. It's a powerful image of submission.

At this point in the series, reality itself appears to be shifting, transporting him to a cavern-like chamber which has an organic appearance like the internal pathways of a living body. An all-seeing eye in the wall of the channel looks down on him, watching intently. It creates the impression of a greater being controlling everything that is happening and observing the hero's behaviour. 

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Black&Yellow 21

Meanwhile, the Black Hero is in dire straights too, trapped in a similar claustrophobic cavern where more of the sinister, watchful eyes look down.. Caught up in the gooey web with his suit ripped open, he's under threat of multi-tentacle attack  Part of him is excited by the struggle but there's fear in his eyes when he glimpses the yellow hero approaching. Or could it be he feels shame at being caught on the verge of surrendering to unheroic, base feelings ?

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Black&Yellow 23

Yellow closes in behind and saves him from the terror of the tentacles by forestalling them, plugging the hole himself (with obvious enthusiasm). The tentacles seem to melt away, but we can now see that Yellow is still enveloped by the blob and it's as if he's still under it's control. Is this to be the ultimate humiliation to be imposed upon the unlucky heroes? The destruction of their virtuous honour by mutually mating under the direction of the eye that watches impassively?

Uruonurun - Eiyuu no matsuro - Black&Yellow 28

Suddenly the whole scene, the whole narrative seems to reverse. The rents in the heroes' suits repair themselves and disappear. The blobbery seems to degenerate into lifeless fluid, melting away. The elastic restraints simply fade into nothingness leaving the two heroes in each others arms, but bound together now by sexual desire, mainly Yellow's, which is reaching new heights even as we watch. 

The eye above has turned red, matching the colour in Yellow's eye. Does this signify that Yellow has succumbed to a sort of demonic possession? The apprehensive look in Black's eye suggests he thinks so.

Or is this simply the eye, enjoying the moment of passion, the moment where his manipulated heroes begin to find each other and discover that there's more to existence than fighting evil. 

~

 Links: Uruonurun on 'X'

Uronururun at My Reading Manga