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

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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, 

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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

A Chunky Inspiration

1

 A man lounges on a commercial trolley dreaming absently, as if bored.

He's completely naked, apart from sports socks and chunky trainers.

His legs are wide open, shamelessly displaying his cock and dark recess.

Balanced a tiny yellow platform, it's as if his manhood is being offered on a plate.

He is waiting for his buyer to come for collect him.

For this is the checkout of the 'Cash and Carry' of male serfdom.

He doesn't come with a name and the outlet didn't give him one.

I call him Luke.

2

Luke stretches languidly flexing his muscles as a customer walks by, 

He knows the sheen of display oil on his body catches the lights

and likes the way it makes them look at him - and at his groin.

They're sizing him up, but he's already spoken for, 

the buyer is completing his leasing arrangement close by.

3

Luke isn't tied up or fettered like a slave, he's free to get up and stretch.

But he can't just walk out of this secure warehouse, not even naked. 

But that's about his contract, not imprisoning him against his will. 

These days, serf labourers, as they are now called, don't want to escape, 

they get an up-front fee and their conditions are fair and governed by law. 

They submit themselves to serfdom by choice, knowing the score.

Luke gets up and stretches his muscles which have stiffened up sitting so long, 

He turns and squats on the trolley, flexing his back and legs,

also flirtatiously presenting his back and ass to an approaching group of buyers.

Luke has a beast of a back and they stop and watch him, marvelling at it

At this end of the market, few of them are looking for a lap dog or sexual servant, 

They are more likely to imagine him before them in the traces, pulling the plough share,

licking his back with the whip occasionally to drive him straight and narrow.

(Oh yes, you can do that under the standard contract, Luke knows the score)

This is a wonderful image, such a shame it's not in colour, 

it inspired one of my pictures in The Lost Patrol series, 'Luke in the Can'

 (Part of a series that also lost it's way some time back! But one day!)

If you'd passed Luke in the street in the days before he went into service,

You might have given the man casually leaning against the wall a second glance.

Big, muscled, loitering in skimpy shorts, just out of the gym perhaps.

You might even have looked at those massive thighs and thought woof!

But the scruffy clothes, the fleshy face, the stubble, the hard look?

Maybe not.

Casual, hard. Luke cuts the same challenging figure in the saleroom

Out of his clothes, it's obvious he's carrying too much weight

But that's his niche, he's a heavy worker, priced by the kilo.

He'll shed some of it once they put him to work, that's called depreciation.

If he had cut muscles or a pretty face he'd be in a swanky sale up West.

But those qualities don't last either.

Take me or leave me. That's his style.

He's still obliged to shape up for interested parties though.

Putting on whatever poses they want from him, answering their questions

while the salesman does his patter, listing his skills and considerable experience.

The clients examine him, experienced fingers assessing his muscle tone and conditioning

He waits for their hands to land on  his thighs and linger there (they all do that).

Some pass remarks about his untidy body hair.

"You can shave me if you want", he might challenge them.

It sorts out time-wasters sometimes or makes a connection

Of course, they can do whatever they want - once he belongs to them.

Some buyers do it as soon as they've paid for their purchase,

shaving the serf's body bare, there and then, in the busy, checkout hall. 

Because they can.

If he's told to turn and face the wall, Luke knows they're interested.

He cuts a much better figure in that perspective too,

He likes to hear them say 'Wow!' or give low whistles of appreciation.

The salesman usually puts in some bull about impressing their friends.

Now his back will be subjected to tactile examination 

It usually takes longer if they are serious about buying.

The longer it takes them to reach his ass crack, the more genuine they are.

But they all finish up there.

Luke always says it's OK to touch it, but speaks as if it isn't.

Luke knows the score, he'll give it up if the client wants it,

but his reluctance is a sweetener, often it clinches the bargain.

His show of reluctance leads naturally into considerations of discipline 

The clients want to know how the prospective serf reacts to chastisement

The law says it must be non-damaging, on the back or the ass. 

That doesn't mean it can't be painful, of course.

The client must pay an insurance fee if he wants a try out.

A short session allows serf and master to gauge their compatibility. 

The showroom has a selection of suitable implements to hand.

Luke's style is to acknowledge the blows without dramatics.

After he waits for the touch between the legs that almost invariably follows.

Wanting to know if it will be aggressive, gloating or gently reassuring. 

Luke has his needs too.

Quite often the client will just walk away at this point

Attracted to the bull, but unsure about their ability to manage him.

Some never of them intended to buy, Luke can usually spot them,

they just like browsing through men who want to be bought.

It makes them feel powerful.

It's been a long wait for Luke and it's getting chilly in the showroom.

The doors are being opened for clients leaving with their purchases.

Some look at Luke sadly as they pass, thinking he's been left on the shelf.

Luke himself is wondering if there's some problem with his paperwork.

But it's reassuring to him that the client cares enough to check it thoroughly.

He'd rather be in a secure position, not returned under the money back guarantee.

By the time the client and salesman reappear, Luke's gotten quite grumpy.

A man with greasy hands just tried to fluff him and it's left him in a state.

One that delights the client, fortunately.

The salesman explains that the client has asked if he can take an option for life.

This means that after a probationary period his lease on Luke can be converted

by mutual agreement to renew automatically for the rest of their lives.

Luke has to give his initial consent to this arrangement.

He looks at the client hard, reviewing what he knows.

He's rich and spanks with a vengeance

He looks OK and has a gentle touch where it matters.

It's a tempting offer........

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These images were published in Zipper back in the 80's and I rediscovered them recently while browsing through my scrapbooks and digitising them. His looks are quite unprepossessing in some ways, but obviously I was attracted to his animal bulk and masculinity back then, Those feelings were renewed while preparing this article. Woof!

Super-saver

 Maybe Superman ought to try other ball games

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

Captivity Art by Eclyom

Eclyom - Old Marrakech 05 Taking Pictures Of The New Puppy

It's supposed that almost anything can be found for sale in the Bazaar and these soldiers seem to have stumbled on a dangling man of exceptional muscularity.  They stop to have their pictures taken with the unexpected sight. The naked captive isn't obviously up for sale, this looks more like a public humiliation. He has been strategically situated right next to the municipal water fountain as if he's expected to perform a similar public service, like delivering salty shots or just being a convenient licking block. 

Eclyom - Old Marrakech 06 A Picture Of The New Puppy

 Since the soldiers are carrying guns we might suppose they are not tourists but men on patrol, keeping order. They probably have orders not to interfere with local customs, but seem oblivious to the fact that the prisoner is obviously not a local. He might be a fellow countryman of theirs, an incautious tourist perhaps or even one of their own comrades, one foolish enough to have ventured alone into the Old Town late at night. Sadly he's drifted off to sleep in the heat of the sun and can't tell them - or object to their crass manhandling of his bits for Instagram purposes.

Eclyom - Old Marrakech 3

Later that day a different pair of soldiers pass by and find the captive has been taken down from the suspension shackles and his collar attached to one of the dangling chains instead. Now he's tethered like a dog on a lead with matching butt plug. Fortunately the lead is long enough for him to get a drink of water, not from the fountain of course, but from the bowl thoughtfully provided by locals, next to it. Just as well in such blistering heat. I'm not sure whether the plug is a protective device to spare him further blushes or an open invitation to passers-by to tease him by tugging on it (his tail that is).

The latest likely lads to have stumbled across him don't seem to be any better behaved than the last lot, they too obviously find the poor man's predicament very funny. They are both a lot better looking though, chunky hunks with attractive musculature playing host to a tasteful quantity of sexy body hair. 

They might be well advised to take care though, good looking Caucasians obviously don't pass unmolested in this town. That thoughtful-looking woman might just be thinking of earning herself a finders fee from a slaver, which would enable her to pay for some decent clothes. For that matter she might fancy getting herself an obedient man, these two come ready trained to command and that blond might be right up her alley, given the right incentives.

Eclyom - Old Marrakech 1 - Slave Market

Later that day, nearby, a Sailor looking for company has been drawn to three similarly well-built men standing on display at the roadside, in front of a shop full of cages.  They are all wearing collars which suggests that, even if they are not slaves exactly, they do have an owner, lurking within the shop perhaps while the Sailor picks his favourite. The owner might even be eying the prospective customer himself with more than passing interest, since he is not without bodily charms of his own as we can see very clearly in this picture. A young tourist ogles the scene as though he's never seen a sailor approaching a male prostitute before.

Eclyom - Old Marrakech 2 Just Purchased

The hunky sailor moves on through the market with his choice of manflesh following on a chain. Despite the title it's unlikely that he could have actually bought him, for a start he'd not be able to take him back to his ship as a souvenir. There may be an accommodating hotel nearby. Perhaps more likely, the actual knocking shop is discreetly hidden a short distance away and contrary to appearances, the slave is really leading him there. 

A passing woman admires the sailor's bottom, she might even be in collusion with the pimp, summoned by him to put her seal of approval on the prospective acquisition. The young tourist kneeling to photo the pair of them for his scrapbook may turn out to have captured the last known sighting of Ed Grant of the USS Bigdick before he mysteriously disappeared in the seedy hurly-burly of the Old Town.

If you like this scenario, have a look at Amalaric - A Slave To Passion

Eclyom - Master and Puppies 1

It turns out this artist has a bit of a thing about dogs. I don't, but I do very much like this line-up of hunks forming an honour guard for their master on the local recreation ground. The group submissiveness here is something else. Their behaviour isn't like any pack of hounds I've seen, so he must be a ruddy good trainer. It's the whip what does it, I suppose. Or whatever he puts in their food. 

Eclyom - Dog Parade 2

In other pictures in the series it transpires that he dotes on his pets, even going so far as to tickle their tummies (and crotches, methinks). Imagine the jealousy amongst this lot if they don't get scratched behind the ears on a daily basis.

The picture on the wall gives me a convenient link to the next example of this artists work.

Eclyom - Spartan Tableau

Rendering is a medium that leads artists into constructing formal tableaux, particularly since it's so easy to summon up interesting, arty backgrounds and objects. The resulting images are pretty, but not always that easy to decipher in the absence of dramatic clues. However, this image has more interest than first appears. 

It looks like an adventurer from classical times presenting the spoils of his most recent excursion to his Overlord (who seems to have a taste for Moorish wall decoration). The collection includes lots of shiny objects (which I hesitate to describe as gold since we saw some of them earlier, down in the Bazaar). There's also a sword which would typically be that of a defeated adversary. 

Oh - and there's also a man, I nearly missed him! Big, naked and shackled hands and feet. Quite mature too, not the sort of pretty, young thing one might pick up in the departure port to boost the Lord's Harem. Not that he's without attractions, he's in very good shape for a start, still got plenty of work in him. It's quite possible that he is the actual, vanquished adversary, still alive, here in the flesh, but now severely humbled. 

The soldier probably knows his master's tastes and there are few pleasures to match that of a powerful enemy reduced to giving personal service. Joining the Hareem might be a relatively attractive prospect for him if he is (or was) a man of some stature. Legends abound of slaves who rose to become leaders, but by and large that possibility wouldn't sit comfortably with the present incumbent. Unless the new slave can win him over, the alternatives for a captured leader are often grim - hard labour, pain, death or all three, one after another.

Eclyom - Captives For The Arenas

These three men have also been enslaved and if they ever had any standing in the world, it's all gone now, along with their clothes. They look as if they're washed up too - on the beach after their galley was shipwrecked and here they are sitting trying to recover from the trauma of it all and the exertion of reaching the shore. The illegal immigrants of ancient times, but more welcome than most modern counterparts because they come ready-to-go as free labour and/or arena entertainment material. There should be a cash bonus for the lucky guard who discovered them in this state, which is why he's waiting patiently for them to recover and look as if they are worth buying. 

Perhaps they've landed the job of loading or unloading a ship moored in deeper water off the beach. Those iron bracelets won't make the job of ferrying stuff through the surf any easier. Never mind lads, only another 150 oil jars to go! Still, it's probably better than working naked in the fields with scratchy crops and hidden thistles at crotch height. And it's definitely better than a stint in the arena (unless it's a cushy front of house job!)

Eclyom - Secret Agent won't talk

Another man who has fallen into the clutches of a powerful adversary. This spectacular image of a suspended captive almost brings us full circle in this article. A few years back it was very well known, widely circulated and adapted. The elaborate lengths that the interrogator is prepared to go to in order to personally wring the truth out of this man is extraordinary. He's even taken him home with him to work on. No doubt he has some special equipment he keeps there and won't want to waste the opportunity to try it out on this particularly gorgeous specimen. 

Personally I'd take precautions to prevent the expensive carpet being damaged by dripping sweat and stuff.  I suppose we shouldn't ask how he came by those two familiar paintings on the wall.

Eclyom - Secret Agent won't talk

At this point in the interrogation, the hunky agent has probably realised that getting him to talk is not the only purpose of this encounter. He's bedded a lot of beautiful women in his endless quests to protect his country and is doubtless aware that he appeals equally to men of a certain kind. However, he might not have realised that they don't all go for the romantic supper and silk sheets as a seduction technique. Indeed, once the quarry is securely restrained, seduction is unnecessary to this man, because ultimate satisfaction is there to be had whenever he requires. However, finding perverse ways to arouse him and keep him that way while he suffers can pass the hours quite pleasantly whilst edging towards the final goal. 

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Ecylom has a Gallery at Deviant Art

(Recent, free pages are loaded with AI experiments, pretty men but a bit dull as art.

Everyone is doing it at the moment but it will pass) .

James Seely's naked encounters

James Seely and Dave Hodge (AMG)

James Seely didn't only pose for Kris, he was also photographed by AMG using the name John Selig. This is from a duo session with Dave Hodge with both men fully naked at this point. James face is as expressive as ever. He looks here like the rookie learning some uncomfortable facts of life from a pro. It looks like a genuine reaction to something Hodge has said in a casual conversation, rather than being staged.  

James Seely and Dave Hodge (AMG)

A similar spontaneity can be seen in this unusual image, seemingly taken between formal poses. This series does not simmer with the same sexuality as the Kris set but seems a more relaxed affair with a naïve-looking James being here put at ease (or being chatted up) by his studio partner in a charming, unguarded moment, deftly caught by Bob Mizer.

James Seely and Dave Hodge (AMG) Wrestling

It wouldn't be AMG without a wrestling scene. James hams it up for the camera here but his body does genuinely convey a sense of great, dominating strength. His military tattoo adds a bit of extra edge. His partner's passive reaction is disappointing and tells us he is not really applying painful leverage, but it's still a great image.

James Seely and Dave Hodge (AMG)

Seely projects assertiveness more subtly in this photo from a 'biker' sequence (also with Dave Hodge). This set up is a trademark AMG image, much repeated with other biker duos. Some models carry it off better than others but this image certainly showcases Seely's built physique, contrasting it with Hodge's who appears to be the bigger man in the previous pictures. 

The scrunched-up sliver of pouch fabric emerging from between Seely's cute cheeks is a sexy detail, but more than a little incongruous.

James Seely and John Manning (AMG) - distracted

James also posed with AMG's well-established physique star, John Manning. Here they seem like jungle playmates, just out of the pool with wet pouches in evidence and suddenly surprised by an unseen threat (white hunters, I hope, but they are actually posed as if a body-building judge is lurking in the bushes).

Seely is dwarfed by this partner and there's a big difference in muscle definition between them (and pouch mass too if you're interested!). Nevertheless, James's natural looking physique comes across well, assisted by an alluring sheen of oil. Mizer has caught his face looking at it's boy-next-door best. 

Seely seems to be recoiling here, but Manning is confidently thrusting himself forward, almost as though armed with a javelin. His left hand hovers protectively just behind Seely's head as though seeking to make a connection.

James Seely and John Manning (AMG) - 

In this photoset, the two men spend a lot of time not looking at each other directly, or rather, James spends a lot of time looking away wistfully to the side while John, who presumably is supposed to be doing the same, sneaks furtive (and dare I say lustful?) glances at his new playmate. In this photo you can sense he likes what he sees and is inching closer, trying to make contact.

James Seely and John Manning (AMG)

This is a slightly bizarre way to compare physiques, with both men down on their knees.

However, it does show Seely's biceps to be more than a match for Manning's. 

John seems unimpressed, but intrigued by the infectious personality of the new boy.

Their forearms brush together.

Manning has actually settled his buttocks right down onto the mat, here, and is leaning back in a passively inviting position that creates an erotic display at his groin. Seely, less experienced and less relaxed enjoys the fun of participating and the illusion of being in charge, but he's matched with a man here who knows that sexual presence is more telling than bravado.

James Seely and John Manning (AMG) Wrestling

Seely's Marine Corps background seems to earn him ascendency in the wrestling.

As with Hodges he puts plenty of effort into making it look convincing, 

but, like Hodges, Manning looks like his mind is on something entirely different.

James Seely and John Manning (AMG) - bewitched

When the men are told to take off their pouches, the atmosphere changes

The full majesty of Manning's physique is revealed.

 

Propriety is satisfied by maintaining formal body-building poses, distanced apart.

but arm flexing leaves no place for modesty and it's only natural to be curious.

John seems to be openly eying up his partner's 'form'.

James suddenly looks like a rabbit caught in car headlights.

A curious object has appeared at James' feet in this sequence, 

an invaluable continuity aid, but what is it?

James Seely and John Manning (AMG) - Intimidated

As they inch closer together, Seely's confidence seems to drain away.

We get a great view of Manning's sweeping back 

but James, who has a glorious back himself, seems to shrink.

The joker has met his match.

Next time: fun in the shower

see also James Seely tied up by Kris