101 Uses For A Belt - No 4, The Trophy

 Some men keep the underwear of their conquests as souvenirs, but in the mitchmen world of S&M, macho belts are a much more impressive trophy and the more elaborate the belt buckle, the more kudos attaches to securing it (by unsecuring it from it's former owner).

Here Alexsander Freitas emerges from the bedroom with his spoils of sexual conquest (and ready for more apparently). Beyond the door the likes of Matt Scheirmeier or Ledermeister are nursing memories of being mastered by him and ruefully reflecting on the casual, teasing use of their belts that has now led to their being forfeited to a stronger man.

 

 

The unruly, hairy torso of Alex Freitas is one of the glories of gay porn, it's carefully cultivated to look uncultivated and looks great pitted against a smoother bodied male. 

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The Art of Amalaric, Part 8b - Lord Chatterley's Forester

 This story is one of Amalaric's most satisfying reads with a neat compactness that qualifies it for the 'Lollipops' section of this mitchmen survey (Part 9) but it also contains a substantial section describing the nature of life as a slave, making it slightly more suitable for Part 8, 'A Slaves Life', so I've effectively designated it as a 'Part 8 and a half'

819 Amalaric - The Chatterley Estate

Builders and workmen form a major source of grist for Amalaric's stern mill, but hunky, gardening types are almost equally popular. In this story, Jim Oliver arrives in the UK, fresh out of Aussie horticultural college and lands a job on the Chatterley Estate. These are ancient, hereditary lands centred on an imposing Gothic pile with a somewhat sinister appearance, evident in the image above. Amalaric revives the equally ancient job of 'Forester' for Jim, which is about as near as you can get in the UK to being one of those homoerotic lumberjacks so revered by Tom of Finland. 

Amalaric's picture gives a sense of how impressed and pleased Jim is with his new situation. He throws himself into his duties with enthusiasm and his readiness to expose his torso to the summer sun soon catches the eye of Lady Chatterly. She is the sister of the Lord of the Manor and proves to be another Amalaric femme fatale. She duly makes advances and Jim reciprocates, adding her to his own, considerable list of conquests in a nearby barn. The earthy experience so impresses the cultured Lady C that she can't resist bragging about it and disparaging the sex life of her brother, who is gay.

Lord C's explicit characterisation as a gay man is unusual for Amalaric (Bobby and his accomplice in 24 hours are the only other characters I can recall who are described in that way, see Part 3, image 312 et seq). Amalaric's other predators usually seem to have gay leanings, but it's implied and not entirely confirmed by their actions. It's often quite hard to say whether their interest in manipulating other men is really about sex at all or simply a way of wielding power over them.

Having sown the seeds of discord, Lady C leaves on a 3 months holiday to escape the English winter. No sooner has she departed than Lord C accuses Jim of raping her. There are many echoes of the story of Steve Delgado here – a man isolated in an unfamiliar jurisdiction and falsely accused of rape with the key witness conveniently absent (see Part 6, Cruel Justice). However, the motives are different here, putting Jim in prison and out of reach of his sister is the last thing on Lord C's mind.

English aristocrats no longer enjoy the possibilities of cruel, unbridled power available to the ruthless Arizona Sheriff in 'Steve Delgado', (in fact since 'Pride and Prejudice', they've become soft stereotypes for aspirational romance in the manner of Mills & Boon and Disney). Nevertheless Lord C's money and position enables him to threaten the spunky, defiant Aussie with considerable unpleasantness and brutality. 

It's a ploy of course, to cajole him into submitting to a private, off-the-record, punishment arrangement (in the manner of Todd Sanders and Ryan in 'Bobby' - see Part 3- Hunks and their Manipulators). In these circumstances, a three month contract of unpaid work, to compensate the Chatterley family for his insult, seems to offer Jim an easy way out. 

This is similar to the arrangement Dave McGuinness makes with the banker in '24 hours' in order to pay off his parents' debts. Amalaric's refinement and intertwining of themes familiar from other stories is a pleasing and satisfying feature of this yarn (fans of Wagner's complex music will understand the effect).

820 Amalaric - Jim Waiting For The Master

Having thus signed away his freedom, Jim reports to the big house next day to begin his reparations with a summary punishment. He is taken down into the basement, forced to strip down to his underwear and humiliatingly groped. Then he's left to stew for seven hours with a flail ominously hanging in plain sight on the wall. Jim's isolation and realisation that he faces an unimaginable, barbaric punishment is nicely captured in the image above. His fears are realised when the lackeys return and chain him to a post. Lord C arrives to cut off his underpants and personally administers a lengthy punishment with the flail.

821 Amalaric - Jim Leads Them To The Scene Of The Crime

The flogging is just the beginning of Jim's ordeal. Next, he is forced to lead them, still stark naked and raw with pain, to the barn where his lust led him into this trap. The strange procession is joined by curious servants and estate workers as they pass by. Jim shows them all where he had sex with Lady C. Having thus apparently confessed to the 'crime', he is tied down over bales of hay in the same spot and subjected to a rather different sexual invasion by first the Lord himself and then a succession of burly estate workers. Although Lord C is gay, Amalaric gives us no reason to suppose his men are, their participation in Jim's deflowering seems to have more to do with laddishness opportunism and loyalty to the Lord than sexual desire

This scene and Jim's preceding sexual encounter with Lady C are explicitly described which is unusual for Amalaric. All his stories are infused with erotically loaded events but sex does not usually go beyond forced milking, though more is sometimes hinted at.

822 Amalaric - Jim Is Fitted With A Chastity Device

As a final insult and fitting punishment for his supposed misdeeds, Jim is forcibly fitted with a chastity device (which I think is the only example of such a gadget being employed in Amalaric's stories). He is told that it will only be taken off when he is under supervision - at work, for example. This curious blend of sexual sadism and pragmatism is typical of Amalaric's enslavement arrangements.

In this picture we see that Jim's new appendage seems to be something of a wonder for the estate workers who linger and ogle the embarrassed young Aussie. The nephew character who tormented Tanner in his enslavement story (seen in image 815 from Part 8) also drops in to enjoy Jim's humiliation, hovering with characteristic furtiveness in the background (second left in the grubby vest). This connection gives a hint of Jim's vulnerability to opportunists in his new subservient position.

The long-standing Anglo-Aussie tradition of fierce sporting rivalry and ruthless one-upmanship will give a pleasing twist to Jim's plight for many Brits.

823 Jim Is Put To Work In The Fields

If Jim imagined he would simply return to his old job after this traumatic punishment he soon finds he is mistaken. He is transferred to new quarters - a secure, bare prison cell where his most intimate routines are closely monitored and the food is frugal. He is put to work on unskilled, labour-intensive tasks like tending the windswept fields (above). This one looks like it's going to need a lot of weeding and he's not been given any tools to do it with. As a concession, he is allowed to wear underpants for work but is shacked with leg irons to prevent escape. In the weeks that follow, the estate men prove to be enthusiastic enforcers of Jim's servitude, an authentic if anachronistic adaptation of the British Estate tradition of loyalty to the Lord.

 

824 Jim Is Put To Work In The Quarry

We also see Jim working in a quarry, manually shifting stones. It's back-breaking work and he hates it as much as the muddy, quarry slave illustrated in picture 817 (from Part 8). The other estate workers delight in 'supervising' him, reminding him of his slave status and administering corporal punishment from time to time. They make sure he's denied any pleasure and given no opportunity for private, sexual relief when he's out of the chastity device. He stumbles across a copy of the original 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' while clearing a barn, but it is taken away from him, an interesting irony.

 

825 Jim Oliver Milked

Any worries Jim might have had about the estate workers wanting to molest him or repeat his treatment in the barn prove to be groundless and after a month he discovers why. Like Tanner (in Part 8, image 808 onwards), he discovers that there is to be a formal process for relieving the sexual frustration arising from his enforced chastity and it is conducted at monthly intervals.

Lord C performs the task personally in the salubrious surroundings of the Ballroom of the Big House. It's something of an honour for Jim, since a humble barn or cellar serves for most slaves. Chained to a pillar (above) Jim faces this latest humiliation with manly dignity. Lord C brings in his pals and cronies to watch as he forcibly milks his frustrated slave. Inevitably there's a spillage onto the carpet which necessitates an immediate punishment for Jim. There's no shortage of volunteers amongst these public school types to carry it out.

As they discuss the forthcoming Garden Party, Jim realises that his duties as Lord C's slave will not be limited to hard, physical field work. Other tasks, intimate in nature and no less humiliating are coming his way. Still, at least there are only two more months to go........well, that's what he agreed to anyway.......

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The Garden Party is described in an appendix to Lord Chatterley's Forester at Gay Bondage Fiction. It's by a different author, Red1skin, but has more pictures by Amalaric  (first chapter of both parts free but it's a subscription site).

This mitchmen series on the 'Art of Amalaric' continues in Part 9a 'Lollipops' and you can also read the entire series starting from Part 1 - 'A Slave To Passion'

Hanging Around, Waiting For Approval

Muscle-Morph Art by Bigbergman - blue jeans and huge pecs

 

I have been on restricted access to the net for a couple of weeks due to a house move, so approval of new memberships to the mitchmen Google Group and the mitchmen archive at Adonis Male  have been delayed. 

Apologies to those affected, I've now approved all outstanding requests. 

Mitchell

(I'll let you know how I get on with the Big Man!)

101 Uses For A Belt - No 3, Manly Modesty

Ledermeister - Cowboy series (Colt Studio)

This cowboy (like Matt in No 2 of this mitchmen series) also uses his belt buckle as cover for his tackle, but it doesn't seem like a deliberate attempt to tease. Rather, his face seems full of anxiety and resentment. It's as if he's just been forcibly stripped by the bunkhouse bullies and now has only his belt available as he tries to recover his dignity.

In a mitchmen-esque scenario his tormentors might well have left his pants hanging from a tall, prickly cactus or tossed them onto a rock in cold river. They might easily have been ripped to rags during the struggle to remove them, perhaps it was the sight of his flesh showing through holes worn in his buttock that provoked them to attack in the first place. Who knows what other indignities he may have suffered before they left him alone? He's seems almost tearful here.

This cowboy's massive muscularity and mature, square-jawed, 'Desperate Dan' face makes his humiliation seem all the more surprising and sexy. You can't help but notice that the buckle, though emphatically man-sized, still seems less than adequate for this important task. The shadows spare his blushes. Unfortunately the rest of the belt, dangling from his groin like a snake, only draws attention to the size issue and that slight bewilderment in his expression might reflect that he's just detected a revival of interest from his tormentors who have just spotted this unwitting suggestiveness.

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This photo illustrates how Matt Scheiermeier's seductive use of the belt buckle as a veil over his tackle, in No 2 of this mitchmen series, has an honoured antecedant in this Colt Studio classic series of 'Ledermeister' posing in cowboy gear. Although this model, aka Paul Gerrior, styled himself as 'Leather Master' he's probably better known for these Cowboy images which feature other interesting uses for a belt. This is the only one of the group in which he is naked and it's been touched up to make it decent enough for publication. It's still pretty racy though! Presumably an undoctored version exists but I have yet to find it.

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101 Uses For A Belt - No 2, Teasing

 

Matt Schiermeier uses his belt buckle as a casually improvised screen for his private parts. It's as though he's just been roused from his bed by an unexpected intruder, adding substance to the Western legend that Cowboys sleep with their boots on. They certainly look clean enough to sleep in.

It would appear that this night visitor is not altogether unwelcome. Matt's open legged pose and quizzical tilt of the head is inviting, a challenge to inspect further, like Jordan's in No 1 of this mitchmen series, but without the menacing edge. Matt looks just as hard, but here he projects a softly teasing, slightly mischievous willingness to be naughty. The over-sized, showy belt buckle is a tease in itself, suggesting a confident winner with plenty to offer for whoever dares to enquire within.

Of course, it could all be just a trap.

Quite off-putting if you're a straight burglar - or belt thief!

 

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101 Uses ForA Belt - No 1, Pure Sex Appeal

Jordan Flamme

 The conventional use for a belt is to hold one's pants up.

It's hard to see that being neccessary in this man's case.

His chunky belt completes a sexy, tightly buttoned-up look.

An emphatic, hyper-masculine topping to that amazing crotch.

His open presentation is a 'come and grope me' challenge.

One not without danger, judging by his steely stare.

And the gangsterish match clamped between his teeth.

AYOR*, as the Spartacus Gay Guide used to say.

*At your own risk

 

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The Garden Slave

 Kurt licked his hand where the rose thorn had caught him. He wondered if he dared to go to the kitchen to get a plaster, but he would probably be whipped if he was found in there again with the housekeeper. 

His owner seemed to delight in setting little traps for him round the garden, the rambling rose that had just snagged him had the most vicious thorns he had ever seen. He was not allowed to wear clothes whilst working with the borders which left him exposed to all manner of insects, nettles, brambles and other thorny shrubs which had been allowed to invade the plot following the unexplained disappearance of his predecessor. The sole concession to his comfort and safety were his skimpy trunks which were made of a tough, shiny fabric. That sufficed to keep the plants away from his manhood, but the garment had the reverse effect on his master's hand which was forever reaching out to cup his pouch while he was giving him instructions.

Many other slaves, condemned to endless hard labour in the fields would envy him this position in a rich man's household. He even got time off for weight training to maintain his muscular physique, for goodness sake. It was a physique which would normally have landed him a debilitating, heavy lifting job in a factory or building site. But he had been acquired for decorative purposes, a garden adornment, like a living statue. He was a centre of attraction at the master's garden parties. He had his own special plinths in the garden where he would pose in the classical manner for the amusement of guests, sometimes for hours at a time and long into the night, even after the guests had retired inside out of the evening chill. Dramatic lighting would be switched on so they could still admire him from the windows. 

His gardening job was just something to keep him occupied doing something useful and out of the way between those public duties. It didn't matter that he knew nothing of plants and horticulture when he had started, his master was always at hand to instruct him, correct him and give him punishment when he earned it for his mistakes. His master was an imaginative punisher so he had become a fast learner. 

When he was a free man, Kurt had been a cop and had delighted in working out and casually displaying his muscular bulk in a specially tailored, tight-fitting uniform. He was not afraid to use it either. Criminals quailed when he stopped them for interrogation - and not without cause. He'd been instrumental in rolling up Rocky Stefano's mob after befriending his chief hit-man at the gym. But that career had come to an abrupt end when he had booked an influential politician for drink-driving. A hastily convened disciplinary hearing at the Police Station had seen the damaging ticket cancelled and him despatched to a 'retraining centre'. 

This destination had turned out to be a slave auction at the other end of the country. He'd not even been able to say goodbye to his family. He was in peak condition at that time, competition fit, and the auctioneers had prepared him for sale so artfully that the bidders had almost literally fought over who should aquire him. The farmers and factory owners had soon dropped out leaving a small group of rich 'fanciers'. They had chased the price to a level that had astonished the whole room, including Kurt himself.

Kurt was no dummy, he was flattered by the money men were prepared to pay to own him, but fully realised that the winner would want his moneysworth in return. More than just inferior gardening skills and the capacity to amuse at parties. That morning his had master showed him his latest display plinth, acquired for a very special birthday celebration. It had been installed in the central hall of his grand house, inside the curve of the majestic staircase. It was shaped like a large rock and fetters and chains had been set into it. On the night of the party Kurt would be chained there so that all the guests could admire him.

Kurt had no choice about this of course and on the evening of the party, while the frantic last minute preparations were in progress, he reported to the hall in his normal 'party' thong, ascended the plinth and was put into the chains by two of the servants. It left him stretched over a projection of the rock with arms stetched out in a diagonal line which canted his body to one side and created a splendid view of his anatomy, if only he could have seen it. The master came to inspecf him and ordered him to shift his feet which improved the pose further, but was more uncomfortable for Kurt. Satisfied, the master signalled his flunkies to apply a dressing of oil to Kurt's body.

Soon guests began to arrive cooing with admiration at Kurt's dramatic tableau and understandably eager to touch to make sure it was all real. But as the festivities gathered pace Kurt was soon forgotten and left to the increasing torture of his artificial pose. Meanwhile, all the talk of the guests turned to wondering who the mystery Guest of Honour would be, a man of considerable importance it was said. 

At 11pm a grand limousine pulled up outside the house and Kurt's master hurried to greet his guest and led him into the hallway. A cold wind accompanied him into the house, it gusted across Kurt's strainng torso. The new arrival could not fail to see him displayed on his rock. He wandered over taking off his dark glasses to get a better view. 

"Well, well, well" said Rocky Stefano, newly released from jail on appeal, "if it isn't my old cop friend, Kurt". He was carrying a short cane and tapped it thoughtfully against his leg. "I've been looking forward to this reunion, Kurt. Stay right where you are. I'll be back later, then we can go somewhere private to talk about the old times".

He saluted and walked off laughing to enjoy the party.

Kurt tugged fearfully at his chains. The rock he was spread on wasn't real but it was solid enough to retain the fetters and they certainly were.