Waiting Room

 

When the letter from the National Labour Programme arrived informing him of his call-up, Paul knew better than to defy it. His wealthy father pulled all the strings he could but no one could avoid their time in The Slave Gang, as it was commonly known. The letter was brief and direct, he was to put his affairs in order and present himself totally naked to the draft officials when they came to collect him. It specified the exact time they would come.

That morning he'd put in a sweaty final workout in the gym, hoping the strength he'd built up over the years would serve him well if he was destined to be used for physical work. His father said sourly that that was probably how their scout had spotted him in the first place, everyone knew they cased the gyms looking for prime beef.  Rather than batching him up with dozens of ordinary men to be sold by the kilo, they'd probably put him in a specialist sale for private buyers so he'd fetch more money. At that level there was a risk of being sold for export and then he might end up in a jurisdiction with no legal safeguards for private slaves. They might never see him again.

His mother had cried as he started to get ready and he had to send her away. He undressed and dropped his clothes, one by one into the laundry basket. His mother would wash them ready for his return, but like many young men, he didn't have the qualifications to have a time limit placed on his period of service. It was 'unspecified duration' and no-one knew what that meant in practice. There were a lot of empty rooms in the country still waiting for a son to return after many years absence.

Paul thought he'd be OK provided he got an owner who treated his men kindly. He knew he'd have to perform tasks he might not like or be suited to, he'd heard all the chatter about what happened to some 'desirable' men, but he'd survive, somehow. He went to the window and looked out. He would be collected by them in the notorious, unmarked, white van. They reputedly always arrived on the dot, but it was already two minutes past his pick-up time and there was no sign of them in the street outside. 'Maybe they don't want me after all' he thought, maybe his father's efforts to save him had worked. But it was chilly in the room and he shivered.

The door opened behind him and his father came in. "They're here" he said, "They came the back way". He stood aside to let two men in plain suits into the room. Speaking only to confirm his identity they handcuffed his wrists behind his back and buckled a collar round his neck. Then they led him from the room, handing his father the official receipt. "Chin up, son" his father counselled him. 

His parents followed and watched as they loaded him into the waiting van. They shackled him to the wall alongside a hairy, 40 year old who he knew from the gym. They exchanged rueful smiles. Opposite them a younger man sat, sobbing. His face was tear streaked and his nose had been bleeding. "He panicked and resisted", his neighbour said. Paul nodded, that was probably why they had turned up late for him. His parents last goodbyes were suddenly cut off as the doors of the van slammed shut leaving the prisoners sitting in darkness. Then the vehicle rapidly bore them away. The collectors intended to make up for lost time.

Mitchell is on holiday

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 1

Away from the pressures of daily routines,

the body can rest and the brain roam freely

But it's not advisable to fall asleep in the sun.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 2

Beach etiquette (and parenting) are not what they used to be.

But hey! There are worse things in life than mischievous kids.

(But where did they learn about sounding?)

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 3

This lazy day at the beach is starting to become a fetish experience!

First playful burial turns out to be inescapable restraint 

and now, exotic and painful nip' nips come out of the blue 

(or should I say, the sand?)

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 4

That little blighter isn't going to let go of his succulent nipple anytime soon

and our hero's struggles have only managed to liberate his nether regions.

producing an embarrassing display of assets 

That red flag is looking more and more like one of those signs

they stick into sandwiches at a buffet, 'come and eat me' they say.

This offering knocks a curled-up ham sandwich into a cocked hat.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 5

It isn't long before some men in search of liquid refreshments pass by.

 They gather round to investigate and quickly find this pump is fully primed.

They need no further invitation.

Like I said, beach etiquette is not what it used to be.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 6

Surrounded by sun-tanned hunks, it's hard for a man to resist
The red flag says you shouldn't go in but they feel their way, 

and once you're in, you're in.
Watch out for grit lads! 

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 8

The wave of fun-lovers recedes as quickly as it came in

leaving him drenched with a sudden summer shower of semen.

By the time he gets his breathe back, they've all gone, feeling peckish.

Leaving the beach boy still stuck in the sand, with sand stuck to him.

It might occur to him at this point that the starfish and octopus around him imply that he's within the high tide line and unless he extracts himself from the sand, he may find himself in a dangerous situation which may be exciting but only fetishistic if it's happening to someone else. 

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Kien-Bhu is on Deviant Art (a nice, big gallery, but not explicit)

If you search on his name (plus gay porn or similar) you can also find him on 

Instagram, Fur Affinity - and Patreon of course.

I have to own up to fiddling with this artist's work. No not like that! Well yes, that as well.

In his original, the kids draw cat's whiskers and a penis on the sleeping sun-bathers face, also the men who take advantage of him write 'whore' in the sand. I have edited these out because I don't like degradation of that sort, it's a step too far beyond humiliation. My apologies to the artist for debasing his art, but I hope he appreciates the free plug.

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Rugby Rogue

 

"Come on lad, lets hit the showers".

Another rugby player in trouble

The Match Official is making him to stay behind after the match.

An hour's detention face down in the mud

while receiving personal tuition in the rules of the game

and unspecified punishment for his misbehaviour.

By the time they get to the showers everyone else will have gone

Just the chance to show him another red thingy.

I'll give links to this artist, Cybertied, in a fuller review scheduled for mid-June

This is No 26 in the 'First Catch Your Rogue' series

click on the label below for more

James Seely bags John in the shower

In the previous installment of the James Seely saga, we saw him studiously ignoring John Manning's lustful looks in a dual posing session. This is what happened afterwards, sort of, in the shower. It provides two more examples of Seely's amazingly wide range of facial expressions.

Back in the bad old days, solo shower scenes were a standard part of the physique photo offering. They offered a thrilling glimpse into the private and intimate cleansing rituals of the studio's male pin-ups. Provided they were photographed with discretion, they also allowed publishers to gush about the cleanliness of their models and the healthy nature of sport of body-building which provided muscular models and a sheen of respectability for their subversive skin-pix. 

Sportsmen routinely showered together in real life of course (and sometimes workers did too if they had dirty jobs like miners). Nevertheless, squeezing two naked men into a tiny cubicle intended for one was not regarded as at all normal......

James Seely and John Manning - Sharing

Bob Mizer concocts an excuse for James Seely to get into the shower with John Manning after their exertions in front of the camera, it's in order to help him wash that tiny area between the shoulder blades that most of us cannot reach ourselves (just ask Siegfried!). Just in case you might suspect that there's something else going on here, James' arms (but nothing else) are smothered in nice, clean, soap suds. A teasing, bubbly trickle runs down over Manning's buttock.

John's serious face is probably meant to suggest he's giving directions to his helper, like someone having an itch scratched. But there's an element of distaste his look as though Seely's arrival is unexpected and unwelcome. I suppose this might be a deliberate, mocking attempt by Mizer to cast Manning as a straight man in a sudden onset of homosexual panic (see Holzman 'Merchant Navy').

Seely's cheerful grin looks nervous and mischievous as though he's planning a surprise. Darker sceptics amongst you might wonder (perhaps like John) whether his clenched right hand is actually holding any soap and even if it is, what is he thinking of doing with it next?   

James Seely and John Manning - Careless Hands

Seely's plan (whatever it was) has turned into a disaster it seems. (Apart from my frivolous, sex-obsessed inventions, he may have treated Manning as gay man when he isn't or as being receptive when isn't!). . Manning looks both shocked and very fearful. He melodramatically raises a defensive, clenched fist. His fist is about shock, anger and latent aggression, not fetish sex, sorry!

I'm not sure there's an English  word for Seely's expression here but it's absolutely priceless. It's the combination of realising he's blundered, profound embarrassment at it and rising panic that he doesn't know how to get out of it. It looks as if he's about to close the shower door so that their mutual embarrassment is no longer on public display, but blockading the two of them inside together doesn't seem like a very good solution in the circumstances (particularly if my interpretation is right!). 

In the midst of this furore, both men desperately try to hold their modesty flannels in place*

*The device of models draping a wet flannel over their private parts was intended to make these images decent in the eyes of the authorities. It would be surprising if it worked. because although you can't see any naughty bits (apart from a cunning glimpse of Seely's crotch hair that looks very sexy indeed), the sheer artifice and flimsiness of the arrangement draws attention to the fact that these two men are naked together in this confined space and could drop their guard at any minute and initiate an indecent, homosexual coupling. Indeed they might well have done so and publishing this picture is telling other deviants that they got away with it. Later, Champion Studio, who also used shower scenes, converted the dangling flannel into a posing pouch which was either brilliant satire or a particularly weird example of lateral thinking.

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 This No 34 in 'The Look' series at mitchmen blog,
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The James Seely series so far:

The Abandoned Slave

Vintage Bondage - James Seely

James Seely meets Naked Men

next post: James Seely Nude

Mitchell's Cowboy Folio 9

Mitchell - Cowboy Punished in Chaps with a Whip

 On the back of this drawing I wrote, 'Initiation of a new Cowboy to the Ranch', but in retrospect it seems an austere test indeed for a new employee. The perpetrator seems to have admitted as much by his gagging of the unfortunate who is under his lash. 

The original sketch had a plain background but the description and the 'hands above the head' bondage implied a location with a structure overhead, like a barn. However, while tidying up the drawing for publication, I decided to embellish it with a remote, desert location instead, where the punishment can proceed without risk of interference. The recipient's wrists are tied to a tree branch or a tall cactus like the one in the background. This change creates a scenario akin to the malicious rancher, Grainger, persecuting Clay in the 'Cactus Kid'*. The tenor of this punishment seems more appropriate to that and it has the same imbalance of age, he's even got blond hair!

The reference number of this picture (93) is directly followed in sequence by the Bunkhouse Bondage image with which I started this series of posts and they have similar compositions. The male figures were both inspired by the Colt Studio images of the '80s. The highly-detailed chaps were inspired by (and probably copied from) the Marlborough Man ads (below). The treatment of the whipper's jeans reflects my enduring debt to Tom of Finland.

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Read Part 10 of Mitchell's Cowboy Folio

Read this series from Part 1

The full Cowboy Folio can also be found at the mitchmen club at Adonis Male

*You can also find The Cactus Kid story there in full or Images only

See all at this blog by clicking on the 'cowboy' label below.

Targeted

At Last! He's Mine! All Mine!

Another sportsman, a rugby player, being tied up on the field of play (see Supersaver)

He was the only one who turned up for training, defying the miserable weather.

In the dull light he'd not noticed the figure in black approaching until it was too late.

This does not look like a run of the mill, criminal kidnap (if there is such a thing).

The attacker's shiny, black kit looks highly professional (and just a bit kinky)

It's as if the Special Forces have come to take out an important, 'person of interest',

intending to put him under extreme interrogation at a secret, military base.

It's hard to imagine why a  muscular and very handsome Rugby player would be hunted down by the Army like this. (Oh I don't know though).The mud on his kit suggests he didn't surrender easily, but somehow this skilled operator persuaded him to sit calmly on a bench so that his arms could be tightly clamped behind his back with dense, neat roping. 

His mouth is tightly gagged, it's more symbolic than practical, but nevertheless it muffles his protests and makes him feel uncomfortable and restrained. The same applies to the ropes tied around his thighs. They don't seem to have a restraining purpose, they don't prevent the man from using his legs, but they do restrain the muscles, severely restricting his ability to walk and run. This means the kidnapper can walk him to his vehicle rather than carrying him, but hobbling is a simpler way to do this.

The rain buckets down depressingly. The captive gazes upwards as if resigned to his fate - perhaps he's a deserter, a military offender of some sort whose past has finally caught up with him. Or perhaps he's trying to work out, what's going on, why me? You see, something's not quite right here. His attacker has not hidden his face with a balaclava as you would expect to keep his identity secret. The captive can see it's not someone known to him, pursuing a grudge. He looks more mature than would be expected of a professional kidnapper. Obviously, though, he's still good enough to take out a fit, rugby player. But then again the over-elaborate restraint has taken up a lot of time when you'd think he'd be keen to get away with his catch. Obviously he's done his homework and the filthy weather gives some insurance against being seen, but there's no accounting for the obsessive routines of joggers and dog walkers, so why take the risk? 

The alarming explanation that seeps into the Rugby player's mind at this point is that he's enjoying all this, overpowering him, tying him up, gagging him. It's too late now, his attacker moves to lift him off the bench, in what looks like a precursor to hoisting the guy over his shoulder, commando style, and sprinting off into the wood with him .

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I'll give links to this artist (Cybertied) in a fuller review scheduled for mid-June

for more 'targets' and similar posts at mitchmen fetish blog, 

click on the labels below

Matt's New Humiliation Art

I featured Matt's ear tweaking and spanking cartoons here in 2021. Like many artists he has begun to experiment with AI recently. Unlike many other artists he has managed to make an astonishing leap in picture quality with it, it's comparable to Franco's amazing  rebirth some years ago.
I've featured some examples below.

Matt - Paddle 002

The second bit of good news is that Matt's victims have grown up into splendid young men,

but still subject to old-style discipline and still clad in the briefest of school-issue grey shorts which are so tight the braces (suspenders) are scarcely needed to keep them up.

The familiar torments wielded by Matt are still in evidence. And if ear-pegging is painful and humiliating for a college-aged youngster, how much more crushing it must be for a man of mature years like this. As if being paraded in skimpy shorts, tight shirt and crazy dickie bow were not embarrassing enough. It even looks as his hands are restrained behind his back here, which Matt is not usually noted for.

Removed from the schooling context, this heroically muscular, adult figure tied up and subjected to bizarre punishment in outlandish clothes by an old man works even better for me. 

But I'll concede that young men do have special charms of their own.

The sense of movement in this picture makes it very effective.

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Basil Clavering of Royale Studio, made his name in the 1950's producing  pictures similar to this with bullying and tight shorts* a speciality, except that he featured military personnel as authority figures. I think he would be amazed, as am I, by these images and green with envy at the freedom we have to view them. Oh that he could return and work this magic on his own marvellous images.

(*from The Cheat)

Thanks to JockSpank for introducing these images,
you can view the full collection there, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3