First Catch Your Rogue - 24

 

Once you've caught him, deter him from leaving

I found that confiscating a guy's shorts is just as effective as using physical restraint.

But getting him out of them wasn't that easy, as you might imagine......

 

 

He was full of swagger at first, acting like he owned the place.

 

I'd surprised him creeping round my house in the middle of the night and he was still thinking he could leave whenever he wanted. That was in spite of the fact that he'd already made a run for it and discovered that the open window he'd come in through so easily was now firmly closed and locked - and that the glass was virtually unbreakable. Unless you had a sledgehammer, which, understandably, he hadn't thought to bring with him. Another panic dash to the door revealed it was locked too, even though I'd just walked in through it. The wonders of electronics eh?

 

I sat him down and we had a long chat. I explained that I'd triggered the expensive security system to seal every entrance and exit. It had also alerted the Police, but things being what they are these days it might be a while before they turned up, so we just had to wait for them. I was in no hurry, though, I thought it was pretty cool having this chunky young man for company - once he'd calmed down that is. 

 

Because of the hot nights we'd been having, he'd come to burgle me wearing shorts. Silky skimpy ones they were too. Nice. I could imagine his butt clenching anxiously in them as he tried to figure out a way to escape before the cops arrived. 

 

 

 

Time went by and he tried various other ways to get out before it dawned on him (slowly) that the only way was to persuade me to unlock the door. I was so taken by his confusion that I'd started taking pictures of him. We had a little scuffle then as he tried to force me to stop, but I'm a big bloke and he wasn't much of a fighter and soon discovered I was no push-over. 

 

So the wait went on and on and he sprawled on the settee cockily, becoming more and more confident that his mask concealed his identity and that the Police were not going to come anyway. 

By now it was beginning to get light.

 

That was when I addressed him using his name. That made him sit up. 

How could I know that?

 

 

It was pure luck that I'd seen him larking around with his mates in the coffee shop round the corner a few days earlier. It's possible they were in the area specifically to case my joint. Loud young men, but nice enough to look at. So I looked at them and I listened and before long I had caught most of the nick names they used with each other. So when I addressed Dino (my reluctant guest) using his, he was understandably shocked. All the more so when I also insinuated that I knew someone in his family. I didn't, but he wasn't to know that. 

 

He looked at me and my incriminating camera very hard indeed now. I had to hand it to him, he didn't just cave in, I could see he was thinking of having another go at me to force his way out. It was time to give him an easier option. Sort of. I suggested I might just let him go, if he lifted his shirt for me.

 

 

 

 

 

'Shirt-lifter' is a loaded term in this neck of the woods. He looked at me again and this time I know he was thinking, "this guy's a pervert!" That was Fair enough, I am. I could have have him in a naked hog-tie by now if I'd wanted, but inducing voluntary submission is more interesting when you've time on your hands. 

 

Anyway Dino thought he'd found a weakness he could exploit, but he couldn't figure out how, except by doing as I had asked. So gingerly he lifted his tee shirt. The wary look in his eyes betrayed an inner anxiety about baring his flesh to me and that gave me a bit of a thrill. I have to say I was very pleasantly surprised by what he revealed too. Better than might have been expected given that silly hat he had on. 

By pure good luck, just that at that moment, a siren could be heard outside, getting closer. His eyes shot to the window and he froze providing me with a nice abs twist and a look of dismay that was priceless. 

He wasn't half so cocky now. 

 

"Don't worry, Dino" I said. "If you've got your shorts down when they knock, I won't let them in".

You should have seen the look he gave me then, he was flummoxed by my brazen offer.

 

"Just show me your ass Dino" I added in the friendliest tone I could manufacture "and I'll tell them you managed to get away from me".

 

His look was pure hatred, but slowly he turned and lowered his shorts.

I have to say than the sight of him dejectedly kneeling to show me his backside was truly a moment to savour and my camera was chattering with excitement too, busily sealing his fate.

 

"Marty would love this" I remarked casually. Marty was one of his mates in the Coffee Shop.

He shot me a look of utter panic, unable to comprehend how I knew about Marty too.

"You wouldn't....!." he gasped

"Just co-operate" I replied, " get your shorts off and I might even give you a tip for your trouble."

The possibility of payment for this humiliation, somehow made it OK in his scheming mind.

He climbed out of his shorts and I took them and tossed them into a distant corner.

This was great, Dino wasn't going anywhere, soon I'd have him eating out of my hand, like a pet.

 

In fact, I even managed to get him to kneel on top of a table like a performing dog.....

 

 

.......and then sprawling on my settee like a baby.

 

All the while keeping up the ludicrous pretence that his cap and mask would preserve his anonymity.

It was fun persuading him to take up provocative positions and seeing how close I could get.

 

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Anyway, eventually the Police did turn up. Oh yes, it hadn't been a bluff at all.

By that time I'd got poor Dino totally naked and he was understandably terrified.

 That was how I got him into my bed. 

He hid there under the sheets while they searched for clues.

I told the cops it was my wife, who was ill.

 

After they'd gone Dino was so relieved he had to relieve himself!

He hadn't got the gumption to resist my camera any more. 

What happened after that?

Well, that is between him and me.

 

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Images of Matthew Attard courtesy of Bentley Race

This story is pure fiction of course and the model is just an actor in it.  

I'm sure he's not a rogue at all, just shy.

 

For more 'Rogues' or more silly 'Hats', click on the labels below

The Art of Mylkichoco

Yami(?) by Mylkichoco

An artist in the modern 'painterly' style with shading in angular 'planes', very sophisticated.

This simple bondage image appeals to me immensely, no least for the slightly spiky, mature-looking face and fantasy hair-styling. He's also shown below striking a sexy pose (which might be what got him into this fix!). As with many modern artists, Mylkichoco is strongly influenced by games characters which gives him some latitude when creating images of them

The attribution of Yami to this character may not be correct

Open shirts do it for me (assuming there's something interesting underneath of course) and I love the tears in his shoulder sleeve here as he pulls it off - shades of The Incredible Hulk only this guy's more attractive. The glimpse of underwear and very low-rise pants (including a nicely bulged crotch) makes this picture more deliberately erotic than it seems at first sight.

That tight biceps fit reminds me of one of my first sightings of a Cop when visiting the US, I was amazed that his muscles really were as big as a Tom Cop and his shirt just as tight. How are they allowed to walk round like that?

 

There's just a suggestion of bondage in this image, which is apparently of a captive waiting to find out what's to be done with him. There's not a lot of conviction in the scenario, compared with the concentrated effort that's obviously gone into detailing his face and muscular body. 

This artist often shows neck tattoos which I believe identify the name of the character. There's a variant of this picture called 'One Step Closer' which shows one of the two symbols crossed out as though an identity change has been surgically inflicted on him, you can see a clue to that in the background here, intriguing!

This tentacle image is unusual in that the victim is strikingly handsome in the modern style and has also been allowed retained his trousers, nicely peeled open at the fly with interesting contents lower down. There are nude variants of this image but the pose is rather rigid and doesn't convey any great sense of alarm or pleasure. You get the impression that this is a fan-art exercise with a celebrity head grafted onto a standard fetish experience. Fun for the artist in his imagination but not entirely attention-grabbing for us.

 

By contrast this vanilla image of 'Professor Redfield' (related to Chris?) is much more interesting. The adage that no-one makes passes at men who wear glasses is thoroughly discredited here, but it takes good artistic observation to spot the 'right' glasses to work this magic. The dusting of body hair is delicious (although I confess I find looking at such adornments rather more exciting than chewing on them). You can find a lot of similar 'pin up' images by this artist on the net but this one has more character than most of them. It's a great picture and it makes me long to see more of this man in action of some sort (not necessarily sexual).

This is a different character 'David Grau', the artist's OC (own character, his avatar). I sense a photographic foundation behind this image but the artist's embellishments have made it his own and  it conveys a great sense of sexy playfulness that makes you want to meet him! The empty condom wrapper might mean he's run out or maybe he's already put it on, ready!

In 'Bros' Mylkichoco has got two men embracing and it's no mean feat to pull off the interweaving of limbs and bodies as convincingly as this. The first impression is of buddies playfully wrestling and the lifted tee shirt and glimpse of pubic hair give it an erotic tang. However the serious expression of the carrier (and the rather ill-defined bulge at his crotch) suggests that this might be more intimacy than he actually wants. Alternatively, this is something completely different, the pathos deriving from a rescue situation, where he has the responsibility of getting his injured friend safely home.

 

For an artist greatly influenced by fantasy and gaming it's only appropriate to finish with his depiction of the original superhero and it's one that brings back the youthful 'jock' handsomeness and charm that characterised the original comics and Christopher Reeve's interpretation. I love that cute nose! The artist has coupled that look with the stylish and subtly-toned 'armour' of present day films.
 

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 The only site I can find for this artist is Mylkichoco @Tumbex - which is mostly vanilla with some amusing captioned photos as well. I feel sure he must be producing more adventurous art somewhere, perhaps under a different name, but I haven't succeeded in finding it yet!

You'll find plenty of examples of his work using a search engine

Beautifully Bound - Darren

 I normally advocate simplicity in bondage imagery but the sheer bulk of the bindings here suggests a determination that this captive will not be permitted to escape. The uniformity of the ropes compensates for their tangled complexity.  However it's the subjects raised feet and dipped head that transform what might be a relatively ordinary bondage picture into into something more memorable. They suggest a desperate struggle is fizzling out and the captive's head has sunk onto the carpet signifying his surrender and submission. The worn and frayed ropes show he's not the first. Glorious shoulders.

No model ID but it's by Roped Studs, it could be Darren? Yep Darren

For other images in the mitchmen, 'Beautifully Bound' series click on the label below

The Art of Amalaric 9d - Afghan Detour

 

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For my fourth and final 'bonbon' I return to a work that featured briefly in Part 8. It differs from the stories of deliberate abductions of innocents because this man becomes a captive as a direct result of being a soldier. He's a Corporal, name unknown, a Prisoner of War, strictly speaking, but his capture is a less-than-glorious result of over-enthusiastic aggression against the inhabitants of a quiet village in poppy-growing country. You get a sense of his 'bad ass' character in the image above.

He loses contact with his comrades in the side streets and ends up surrounded by understandably hostile and armed locals giving him no option but to surrender. By the time his disappearance is noticed he is tied up and on his way to a distant place where his comrades wouldn't even think to look for him, there to be handed over to the dreaded local militia. Their first act is to make him strip down to his briefs. This has the multiple benefits of (a) humiliating him, (b) depriving him of his status as a soldier, (c) impressing on him how helpless he is and (d) turning his underpants into a prison uniform and low tech 'tag', making escape as difficult as if he were chained to a wall.

In Amalaric's picture he has a chance to reflect on his actions and his parlous position. You can almost see him thinking 'Oh shit!' and bracing himself for what comes next. The garb of his guard underlines the gulf between them, none of his body can be seen and the practical face-covering of desert dwellers gives him a sinister and menacing air. There's not even the comforting sense that he is just another soldier doing his duty.

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In due course the Corporal is indeed chained to the wall (of course!) and there he forfeits the last shreds of his modesty. He's put on display for locals to come and inspect. For some it will be their first sight of an American in the flesh, so naturally they prod and poke him, they tease and ridicule him, they show their anger and contempt too too and he has to take it all, impotent to defend himself. Trashing their homes doesn't seem so clever now and they haven't even started to interrogate him yet. His face shows his mounting fear as he wonders what it will feel like to be whipped, for that is what he has been promised.

The Corporal has little information to give to his captors, but they torture him anyway and grow to respect his resilience and courage. That's little comfort to him in his agonies but maybe it helps to save his life. Maybe the satisfaction they derive from testing his unbreakable spirit is just too good to end. The unexpected discovery of such a manly specimen from amongst the evil enemy warrants better. It makes him a trophy captive and so gives them kudos amongst friends and colleagues.

As you might expect they soon want to see and test the strong American for themselves and as his reputation grows payment can be demanded for his 'performances'. Given the intense bodily involvement that defines these encounters, it's to be expected that some men will want to conclude with sexual intimacy. It matters not whether it's his natural inclination, in fact divulging the existence of 'the girlfriend back home' only adds desirability.

 

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Unfortunately keeping him alive means another mouth to feed and he also has to be kept in peak condition for the 'entertainments' and allowed to recover from the extremes of over-enthusiastic tormentors. In the end someone has the bright idea of using him to pull the plough out in the fields. This enables him to earn his keep and get some fresh air while maintaining his strength and fitness. Using him as a substitute for a dumb beast reminds him of his still lowly status, popular though he might have become with some men. It's a sort of enslavement within an enslavement.

Needless to say he doesn't get his own clothing back, nor is he even allowed to wear the threadbare, filthy cast-offs of others. He's always tied up when he's not imprisoned, since he's still an enemy soldier and cannot be trusted. More importantly, if he runs off and falls into the hands of the locals then he'll probably end up worth nothing at all. For ploughing he's tied to a yoke improvised from a branch. It's similar to that used to restrain Kelvanus, thebarbarian Prince (in the previous post) and in a sense that is what he has become in his own right, a Prince of Pain, you might say. Whatever would his rural parents think of this?

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This is an exceptionally compact story but lacks none of Amalaric's loved ingredients. The imagery is attractive and richly composed, successfully invoking the 'stranger in a strange land' theme that was explored in Part 1 of this series. For a soldier, being cut off from his unit which is like a second family (sometimes more) and then plunged into a culture so utterly different from his own is a double shock. But more immediately than that, it is totally bewildering and you sense that in the images. In the narrative, Amalaric ensures that the Corporal's captors go out of their way to maximise his confusion and uncertainty, brutally imposing their mastery on him and their contempt for his impudence in invading their homeland.

Read 'Afghan Detour' at Telemachus12

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The military setting of this story leads us into Part 10 'Military Manoeuvrers' (pending)

Read the whole of this series from Part 1

The Art Of Amalaric 9c - The Barbarian Prince

 

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'From Barbarian Prince to Roman Slave' is the self explanatory title of the story of Kelvanus, a British leader in Ancient Times who finds that visiting the Continent to visit relatives is not without risk. His story has some similarities to that of Owein the Celt in 'Ancient History' (Part 2 of this mitchmen series, picture 211 onwards). However, it's the beautiful imagery that draws me to it, not least the handsome man who plays Kelvanus. He is also gifted with some memorable clothing and settings in which to play. I'm not usually a fan of historical costumery but the hero looks terrific in this scanty garb with the chunky belt of a champion and just a hint of S&M interest in the harness and shoulder armour. Usually, though, it's better to dress down when visiting foreign lands, particularly those where slavery is practised.

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This image of Kelvanus in captivity makes a stark contrast with the holiday snap above. He's reduced to a loin cloth now with ropes substituted for his weaponry and finery. The ruins behind him and barren desert beyond sum up the bleakness of his situation. His ginger hair has begun to bleach in the torrid sun. Sadly for him, the luscious, sweaty muscularity revealed by stripping off his clothes has only enhanced his desirability as an acquirable object.

We know little of what Kelvanus is really like as a man, but if he could be compared with a modern prince we might expect to see his outward attractiveness and record of military prowess complemented by a wayward, sometimes wilful spirit. He might be inclined to rebel against his family and perhaps forge inappropriate and troublesome relationships. As a result, there might be those in his family who will shed few tears over his forced conscription into the ranks of unpaid, physical, hard labour in a very distant land.

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We learn little of Kelvanus life as a slave except that it's awful and so he escapes. I love this picture of him wandering into a tropical forest which seems the very epitome of freedom. Pitching a naked man into the 'rawness' of this lush greenery would work as an image even without the storyline of an escaped slave trying to evade his pursuers. Imagine him as a modern Prisoner of War who has also escaped from his captors. 

His nakedness shows how completely his captors have tried to subjugate him, but he has shown he still has the spirit to escape. Nevertheless, he looks around dubiously here as though sensing hidden danger close at hand in the murmurs of this alien wildness. Dangers which he is ill-equipped to deal with since he is 'sans everything'. The ferns and leaves reach out to brush his thighs reminding him of that fact and responding to it, drawing him in. 

Beyond him, a bright but misty clearing seems to suggest now the place he has come from wasn't that bad, although it's murkiness might shroud the closeness of his pursuers, or perhaps mark the approach of a strange denizen of the forest which harbours malign intent towards 'intruders'.

Putting cute models into 'back to nature' settings like this is a stock device for photographers but somehow here (by pulling back and using dark tones, I think) Amalaric has given the forest that slightly sinister 'presence' that is more than just a pretty backdrop.

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I'm spilling the beans about what happens here, but this is by no means the end of the story and I wanted to include this image for bondage ingredient. The dashing of a man's yearning for freedom is the hallmark of Amalaric's stories and an interesting discussion might be had about why that is a satisfying twist in erotic fiction when it's usually a frustrating disappointment in conventional plots involving escaping heroes.

Kelvanus's forced return to the 'normal' world is marked by a brightening of the light, but there's a distinctly autumnal atmosphere. As he stands on the muddy path, yoked once more and awaiting collection by his master, the falling, dead leaves mark the end of his dream, the approach of winter and the remorseless, unheeding passage of his seasons in captivity.

Those who recaptured him are nicely modelled here, standing back as though fearing contamination or an attack, or any suspicion of association with him when his master turns up. In this world you trifle with an immobilised, naked man that doesn't belong to you at your peril! They chat, perhaps speculating about their reward and about his punishment for running off. They may be hostile to him (ungrateful, foreign slaves, I hope he gets 100 lashes!) or perhaps more sympathetic (poor blighter, but the bounty will come in useful). It doesn't matter, it's all the same to Kelvanus now.

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Read 'From Barbarian Prince to Roman Slave' at Aquadude (free), 13 frames

This post continues in Part 9d (pending)

Read the whole 'Art of Amalaric' series from Part 1 - A Slave To Passion

 

The Art of Amalaric Part 9b - Abducted

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The title of this piece and the image just above give little inkling of just how different 'Abducted' is to Amalaric's usual fare. Kidnap at gunpoint is cruder than than his usual methods, but it's an efficient, business-like technique that reflects all that is about to happen to Rob McGuire. He has been lured to this place in a professionally-planned operation.

Rob is the owner of a Plant Nursery (yes, another gardener). His occupation gives a tenuous, ironic connection to what follows. A connection that has nothing to do with lust for his hunky body, lightly dusted with hair, oozing with masculinity with underpants that reek with......sorry, where was I?

Amalaric paints Rob as a family man with powerful libido. He looks like a tough guy but his embarrassment at being forced to perform the 'jeans-drop' in this desolate, debris-strewn tunnel shows more appealing qualities, none of which will help him in the days ahead.

 

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Rob discovers he is the captive of a well-organised business. A professional-looking, suited character (left) keeps tabs on all his processing. Here he is being subjected to a detailed medical examination (by a medic who in another job gave Rusty Stevens a torrid time in a water tank). As you would expect Rob's assessment is more prolonged, more invasive and more embarrassing than any you or I might have ever experienced. It concludes with the forced production of a semen sample by means of a painful, electro-stimulation of his rectum.

Apart from this short, sharp shock and a refusal to return his clothes, Rob is treated relatively well. For the next two weeks he is given a regime of good food, plenty of exercise and adequate time to relax. Nurtured like one of his own plants, you might say, although it feels to him more like the proverbial mushroom treatment rather than being treated a greenhouse specimen. He resents being fitted with a chastity device during this time but dislikes it even more when it's removed for him to produce a daily sample. His puzzlement about it all continues beyond the scene above.

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All is revealed when his captors explain that he has passed his tests with flying colours and all they now want from him is a quota of sperm. One litre to be exact. Notwithstanding Rob's impressive virility, this is expected to take several more weeks. Worse still, he learns that the 'production' semen has to be extracted by the hand of a specially-trained milker in order to guarantee quality. The resolutely heterosexual Rob refuses to co-operate and suffers the usual punishments meted out to slaves in Amalaric's Universe. At length. But he isn't a slave, at least, not in the usual sense.

Eventually he complies and they stop punishing him. He goes on to develop a touching relationship (as it were) with his milkman (seen teasing him above). I won't reveal the ritual of extraction or what happens when his task is complete, but this is a refreshing and enjoyable tweaking of Amalaric's normally gloom-laden format.

Read 'Abducted' @GayBondageFiction
It's a Paysite but Chap 1 (of 4) is free to read.

This post continues in Part 9c 

Read the whole 'Art of Amalaric' series from Part 1 - A Slave To Passion

The Art of Amalaric, Part 9a - White Collar Perks

 In Part 9 of the mitchmen 'Art of Amalaric' series, I review some Amalaric 'bonbons', small, sweet pieces that delight the taste buds for a variety of reasons – the plot, the writing, the images or their pure inventiveness. The slick mass-abduction of the Raytown Softball Team from Modern Slavery (see Part 1) is one of these little gems, so too the ultimate S&M sex toy Amalaric invented for 'The Cube' (Part 8).

White Collar Perks

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This amazing torso by itself immediately distinguishes 'White Collar Perks' as a special story and it belongs to one of Amalaric's most memorable victims - Jimmy Ruisdale, who is a landscape gardener at the offices of a large corporation. There he attracts the lustful interest of one of the Company Executives when he innocently shucks off his shirt to work out front in the hot sun. But it's not a dastardly management plot that ultimately delivers him into the arms of his secret admirer, but his own foolishness in wrecking the the company's lawn tractor during a joyride.

Summoned to a disciplinary hearing, Jimmy is forced to put on shackles before it even starts. His guilt is taken for granted and the enquiry is all about how he is going to pay for it and whether he should keep his job. Persuading him to lift his shirt is just the start of the negotiation of one of Amalaric's classic, creeping 'reductions'. Jimmy resigned resentment as he starts to comply (above) shows his bravado is not yet extinguished, but it's contradicted by the sheen of worry juice on his skin.

Amalaric juxtaposes the executive's hand and a (stroking?) finger in the vicinity of Jimmy's crotch. Having got Jimmy by the balls, he is preparing to enjoy them.

I was tempted to include this image in 'The Ritual Of Undress' post (in Part 4a of this mitchmen series on Amalaric's art). It's possibly Amalaric's best example of a 'Stage 3' pose, but I felt this story and Jimmy deserved their own slot in the series.

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The simple disciplinary hearing rapidly escalates into a nightmare. Jimmy is badgered into avoiding legal penalties and the loss of his job by accepting instead a summary punishment on the spot plus compensation payments to be paid in instalments out of his wages. It's rather like the open-ended contract Dave McGuiness makes with his Devil to stave off repossession of his parent's house in '24 Hours' (see Part 3). Jimmy's agreement is encouraged by the prods of the intimidating Security Officer posted behind him to prevent trouble, but pretty soon he makes sure Jimmy is in no position to cause it anyway, nor even to protect his modesty for that matter.

Amalaric's underwear moments have rarely seemed quite so exquisitely 'exposing' as this, with the eyes of everyone focussed on that private garment and it's intriguing contents. Jimmy struggles to comprehend how this sudden nudity can happen to him in the formal surroundings of his employer's office. The undisguised interest shown in his white pants by the executive's (female) secretary compounds his embarrassment, it's a red-face treat Amalaric serves up for straight men sometimes.

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Jimmy's penance commences immediately with a simple spanking bent over the executive's desk. It is pure, schoolboy humiliation but Jimmy's indignity is a moment of supreme gratification for his long-frustrated admirer. Conventional spanking is a relatively unusual punishment in Amalaric's lexicon (shared only by Todd Sanders, I think, see Part 3). However, as you can see from the picture above, Jimmy experiences more manly torments on top.

Eventually, inevitably, Jimmy's spirit is beaten out of him and he is reduced to begging for the pain to end. Amalaric's picture neatly captures his abject submission, a vision of masculine bulk stripped of everything, including his self-respect. The hunky buck's bowed head acknowledges of the totality of the executive's power over him. His tormentor glories in the moment, he doesn't even need to look at the object of his lust any more, Jimmy is his. He dismissively tells him it is finished.

This is one of Amalaric's 'Oklahoma!' moments, You know, that point where the show finally reaches the glorious title song and you think it's the end, they've done all the big numbers. Then you discover as the stage excitement subsides that there is still another hour to go.

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Amalaric's 'Phase 2's are much more exciting than Oklahoma! and usually involve an adjournment to a private, dungeon-like space. Thus it was with Todd Sanders, Part 3 , with Pete Devereux (Academy Thugs, Part 4b) and to some extent with the Raytown Sports Team, whose story seemed to be ending with the abductees progressively disappearing to an unseen fate (like the condemned nuns in 'The Carmelites') but then we do see what happens to the final, 'trophy' member of the team, transferred to a bleak, tiled cell for his rather unpleasant processing (see Part 1).

Thanks to Amalaric's deceptive words, Jimmy's Phase 2 comes as a surprise to us and it's a terrible shock to him of course. The unexpected treat of a bondage/abduction sequence acts as a transition into one of Amalaric's best X-frame scenes. It's tightly structured, economically written and features some truly evil villains who for once go all the way. The eventual ending is slightly predictable but has a thought-provoking, exotic twist.

Read 'White Collar Perks' @Telemachus
(it includes more servings of Jimmy's delectable torso!).

This post continues in Part 9b (Abducted)

Read the whole 'Art of Amalaric' series from Part 1 - A Slave To Passion