Airplane Abduction by Cybertied

Airplane Abduction videoette by Cybertied 

 

The underlying scenario in this little titbit is pretty sexy, 

full of possibilities.

The captive's struggles likewise,

served up with amusing puns and surprise ending.

 

Airplane Abduction - by Cybertied 

 

 

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The Tie Game by Cybertied

 This is a brilliant fantasy about a 'sports centre' where men can go to experience being tied up. Luckily for us, they are all extraordinarily cute or handsome and there's a shop full of sexy gear for them to wear while they live out their bondage fantasy. You can see it's the first time for some of them, and they are plainly surprised and sometimes shocked by the unexpected reality of being in the hands of an unseen and none-too-gentle rope-master. There's even a hint that his work goes on, after the centre is closed for the night, leaving you wondering just what happens in the end to all those 'rope-curious' men.

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I'm full of admiration for all the creative effort that has been put into this by Cybertied, negotiating the restraints and wilful disobedience of the AI Art engine and creating a storyline that is tantalisingly sketchy and vague about what is really going on.

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Cybertied - Captured Footballers, AFB & Rugby

This is a fabulous animation of an earlier rugby capture image by cybertied. Videos of men struggling in bondage (endlessly and aimlessly) are ten a penny. This is just a brief moment, showing the man resisting as he is being tied up - a pivotal moment that is a lot more exciting.

Another previously posted image given a new lease of life. The sinister captor gripping his newly subdued acquisition looks a real pro but we can't tell if his shiny, skin-tight kit is simply the mark of a highly trained, hired abductor or an indication of the dark experiences he himself has in mind for this athletic and robust sportsman.

This is imagery and a sport which I haven't featured before at mitchmen blog. The armoured packaging7 and laced up crotches of American Footballers don't have the same appeal to me as Rugger players simpler gear, but it's easy to see the appeal to guys who have grown up in that culture. 

I certainly dig the appeal of this image, the backwards arching restraint resembling the wrestling surfboard with the grunting invoked by pressure on the back and bunching of the buttocks adding to the pleasure of tying up a sporting hunk. The victim gazes upwards as if his resistance is broken and he is resigned to his fate. His humiliation is watched by a team mate, unable or unwilling to intervene, but not looking away.

Imagery by Cybertied who is now producing lots of these videoettes 

of increasing length and sophistication 

The Great Rugby Take Down

For a couple of weeks, I've been trailing images of Rugby Players in bondage.

Now comes the deluge!

"Those bastards!"

A burly rugby player has been tied up and left out in pouring rain on a muddy pitch.

Broad chest, chunky thighs, this image knocked my socks off when I saw it. 

He's a handsome man, but the image also somehow captures something of a beast in him.

Now he is tethered, totally helpless, exposed to the elements in a public place. 

Frustration. Discomfort. Humiliation.

Is this a prank played on him by other members of the team? 

Another mighty beast left face down in the mud, even more humiliated.

It looks like there was quite a struggle before this one could be subdued.

Defeated, he lies with his tight-fitting kit clinging sexily to his contours in the rain.

His colours have a Scottish flavour, an interesting sight for English eyes.

"You've had enough warnings!"

This time we can see who is tying up the captive up, he looks like one of the training staff.

The hogtie has been made a shade nastier, with a loop around the player's neck,

That should keep him stranded in his own private puddle of muddy water.

A teammate seems to be approaching in the distance, 

Is he going to intervene? Rescue? Or just gloat?

"Go on then! Do your worst!"

This is one way of settling a long-running dispute between two bulls.

Forcing them to confront each other with muscles and emotions securely under wraps.

Instead of fighting to decide who's No 1, they can have a tug of war across the halfway line.

The short rope is a deliberate choice, it matches their short fuses.

Now they find themselves physically close in a shared predicament.

Who knows what chemistry is about to evolve between them?

A stadium full of spectators looks on expectantly.

I want to have a word with you, Fergus, about your on-field behaviour

It's not all bad news, the Sin Bin has acquired comfortable bench seats (in case there's a crowd) and quilted walls which help ensure that what happens in there does not each the ears of the media. There's now a fourth Match Official tasked with the dual roles of (a) Calming the anger and over-excitement of miscreants and (b) Putting the fear of God in them so they don't reoffend (for a while). 

A middle ranking military background is considered ideal for this position, and unfortunately for Fergus this one specialised in covert abductions and is of the opinion that the only good villain is a tied-up one. He has just demonstrated to Fergus the ease with which he can do it to him. Naturally, Fergus mouths off, but the only response is a puff of cigar smoke which envelops his face. 

"Now then my lad, let's get down to brass tacks" the official says, eyeing Fergie's crotch.

"I'm waiting, Doyle" 

Ten minutes in the Sin Bin can seem an awful long time when you're not sure what's going to happen to you, and it's not helped by the lurid stories put about by certain players who like to glorify their own visits and make others tremble about the possibilities they might face. 

The privacy afforded by the padded rooms fuels such anxieties, and a creative Match Official can take advantage of that by using imaginative restraint and dropping calculated hints about what he is inclined to do to the immobilised player. In the reverse wall-spread position, the player imagines that the only thing standing between him and utter humiliation is his shorts which seem very vulnerable to a malicious pull down. Especially after the Official spotted that he's wearing a traditional jockstrap underneath. It's enough to take his mind right off the game, which is continuing outside without him.

"Brace yourselves, lads. The entire team is coming out to spank you.
Thank your lucky stars it's not in front of our home crowd"

When the team's star players repeatedly miss easy scoring opportunities and the entire team knows they were up all night carousing, it causes friction. Away matches in interesting new places are always an tempting opportunity for players to go out on the town. Management teams these days run a tight ship but players off the leash can still get carried away and forget their responsibilities to the team.  When it happens time and time again, the Training Staff have to step in and remind them about the rules. 

If they want special treatment, they are liable to get it.

These singlets and dinky shorts might be seen on a rugby training ground, but are really more suggestive of the Gaelic Football code and that played by our Aussie friends down under. 

No matter, a hunk is a hunk however you dress him up and make him sweat.

"Wait! Wait! You can't just take these men away and sell them!
We've no chance of winning the League without them!".

But if the coach is unhappy, think how his two players must feel,

suddenly discovering they have been sold off by the cash-strapped club.

Their errant behaviour hasn't helped their cause.

Securely bound for despatch to an unknown buyer for unspecified use.

They've had no time to arrange their affairs - or even to tell their loved ones.

Even the ref looks distraught about the situation.

"Look at it this way, lads........."

This Coach is more sanguine and professional at the prospect of losing two key players,

He soothes the fears of the frightened men as they wait to be collected and taken away.

"You'll be well looked after, fed, dressed and kept in good shape" he assures them. 

"The job will involve public performance and pain at times, but you're used to that".

"Best of all, I told him you guys like each other, so he's promised to keep you together".  

If fact, the buyer has paid a hefty premium to acquire this matching pair, graded Class 1.

He's going to use them for breeding purposes, such genes shouldn't be wasted!

According to rumour, his extraction processes are most imaginative.

"What am I bid for these two exquisite specimens?"

Being sold behind your back is terrible, but the indignity of a public, internet auction is worse.

They were forced to pump up their muscles before the sale and dressed to attract maximum interest.

Then made to kneel submissively on the pitch in front of the cameras.

In the past, these men have modestly enjoyed the admiration their weight training has earned them.

Now are awestruck at the prices others are prepared to pay to get their hands on them.

They can't see the bidders, just the auctioneer and the steadily mounting offers on a TV screen.

The cold, teeming rain is unpleasant and depressingly apt, 

yet it seems to have heightened the buyer's interest in them.

And they haven't even had their shorts taken off - not yet.

In Transit

Sold and paid for, this player has been scrubbed and dressed in his Sunday best kit for despatch.

He's been moderately sedated and packaged securely for the long journey, so he'll be no trouble.

He's not travelling alone, an escort will attend to his needs and deal with the paperwork.

His buyer is rich enough and distant enough to have hired a private jet to bring him home.

It's an ironic epilogue to his high-flying life as a successful, professional sportsman.

That's over now, but he's shed his tears, calmed his fears and now sleeps the flight away.

Perhaps he's dreaming of a pampered new life, as the pet of an admiring owner.

An attractive female, easily won over by his male charm and sexual prowess.

Well, anything is possible, but I wouldn't count on any of that, chum.

Alone in a Crowd

Back in the UK, another burly Rugby player has been brought to his knees in the mud.

He bows his head in despair, a picture of submissiveness and incomprehension.

Which of these fates await for him?

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I discovered these images recently on Tumblr. The site consists almost entirely of bondage images by a single artist, who calls himself Cybertied. They show men tied up with rope (classic stuff!) in a wide range of settings and scenarios but with a particular focus on sportsmen and, much to my delight, including many from the world of rugby and other football games. 

Visit Cybertied (on Tumblr, his main site) 

also on Twitter/'X' and DeviantArt

Other Cybertied at mitchmen

Obviously these images have been created with AI and there are some classic anatomy flaws if you look closely. However, what is truly remarkable about these images is that they have been created using a freely available, AI art creator which has been designed to block any elements deemed to be 'unsafe'. That's vague-ist New-Speak for what used to be labelled as dirty, deviant and abnormal, in fact almost everything worth looking at mitchmen blog! 

The list of forbidden subjects includes nudity, underwear and bondage. The creation process is driven by text input and the artist explains in 3 posts how he managed to word his way round the blocks. It's a fascinating insight into how these AI engines work and a guide that anyone can use themselves to experiment with. I will share some of my efforts in a future post.

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Art by 'Jockinbignikes'

Jockinbignikes - Mantrap, Brendon in the Greenhouse

Any artist who depicts handsome, muscular rugby players is likely to get my attention. Placing them in a 'predicament' doubly so, hence my recent obsession with Cybertied's muddy rugby captives. The 'Little Shop of Horrors' threat to this chap is potentially dire, but fortunately has a comical slant, with a number of the open 'mouths' looking as if they have tongues as well as teeth. This artist usually gives his men generous endowments, and this one is no exception. Nestling between mighty thighs, it has already attracted the attention of a couple of tendrils. 

Other Vore art at mitchmen

 

Jockinbignikes - Opposites Attract, Alex and Rex

'Opposites Attract' is one of this artist's running series. The same idea popped up here recently in work by Roman AI, who showed nerdy students attracting the hunk of the College without really trying. It's an appealing idea with a grain of truth in it that enables everyone to have hope. The characterisation of the nerdy type here avoids the stereotypical spectacles and shows him with oodles of cheeky character, that might just work the magic if he takes the chance to talk to his companion in waiting.

 

The idealisation of the rugby player here has similar validity, it's possible to believe that the only unrealistic ingredient in his appearance is his miniaturised (but impressively resilient) rugby shirt. His shorts are a delight. A gentle giant ready to be carried away.

 

 

Jockinbignikes - Christopher and his Boys - His Lucky Day

It one thing to adore rugby hunks from afar, but this entertaining little video teases about a much closer encounter with a group of team 'members' that's not at all unreal. With a growing tendency for men to wear shorts in public, many readers out there must have experienced this. Those of us who live in towns without subway trains must settle for a vicarious thrill.

 

Jockinbignikes - Sir, we need to perform a full strip search

Unless you have a job in the Airport Security, that is. It's a well known danger zone for unwary studs, especially in Eastern Europe. I have to say, though, that presenting yourself at Security in muddy rugby kit is liable to arouse suspicions of some sort, even in the UK. That air of innocence ain't gonna cut it! I suppose it's possible he's got some metal on underneath, but otherwise the motivations of the staff here seem strictly carnal.   

 

Jockinbignikes - Caught In The Act, Teddy in Boomer's Closet

 This image shows the other side of the nerdy attraction coin. The muscle hunk here doesn't look at all approachable, so the adoring nerd has gone for his dirty washing instead. It seems a little sad, but we mustn't write off connoisseurs of manly odours, who usually have to settle for what they can get. This chap's attraction is about to be exposed, but you never know, Boomer might be another of those strong silent types who can't express what he truly feels but might have a secret crush of his own.

 

Jockinbignikes - BRUTE - Dale and Dean - BROS XL TOOL 'N PIPE

Muscle Hunks abound in this artist's output, and working men in tight T-shirts and jeans are another of his favourite themes (click to enlarge!). Once again, the exaggerated muscularity here is deliciously believable, well almost! For some strange reason, doubling them up, more than doubles their woofability. The 'Brute' titling is another running series and seems to be intended as a respectful and admiring tag rather than an indication of coarse character. Despite the spanner, these pair don't seem at all intimidating. I suppose you might see that implement as an inviting, phallic allusion.

 

Jockinbignikes - Rocco and Paul - Mobile Unit Acquisition

 The double hunk idea is given a darker twist in this image, which is part of another series in which virile men are induced into joining a national, government approved, milk-production scheme. The 'inducement' often seems to involve a Sci-Fi ray gun that zaps their milk production equipment and sends it into overdrive to the extent that they are only too eager to attend a draining facility. Others seem to be conscripted by authorised technicians, others volunteer as a form of bragging exhibitionism. Shades of milking factory! 

This muscular father and son pair is another marvellously sexy characterisation with an intergenerational flavour that is intensely appealing as they show equal dismay and bewilderment upon learning their fate. Clearly, 'No Way' is not an option for them, but it's not clear why in this case. The artist's narrative only tells us that they were 'nabbed'. He also expands on the family relationship of Specimens #134 and #135 whilst in captive production. Would that there be a graphic sequel, but this artist handles his smut with delicacy, as we will see shortly in Part 2.

 

Jockinbignikes - Brute - Paul, The Plumber's Son, Is All Grown Up

This image is intended as another beefcake pin-up in the 'Brute' series, a man exhibiting niche, ginger genes and a voluminous swelling in his work jeans. Seeing the slightly glazed, mesmerised look in his eyes and the man talking on the telephone behind him prompted me to imagine that this might be another 'Aquisition' scenario, whether it be for the purpose of milking him to exhaustion or some other, more permanent arrangement. See my post on 'X'. 

The artist's narrative gives a more down-to-earth explanation. It's worth visiting his site to read his narratives, which are concise and sexy (link supplied later).

More In Part 2

 

Arrested Athletes

 

Once word began to leak out on social media about sightings of rugby players being tied up in muddy sports fields and abducted, it wasn't very long before a student posted images of himself being tied up in swimwear and marched off by a Policeman in front of his classmates. It went viral and soon everyone was doing it and posting pictures of themselves being arrested in skimpy sportswear.

Then do-gooders started doing it for charity, advertising where the fake abduction would take place. Until there came a strange report that Charity officials who went to such an event expecting to pick up the cash proceeds found that no-one was there waiting for them. The money was sitting on the bench, but the fundraiser had disappeared. Police said they'd not been involved and advised Instagrammers to give up the practice.  

That warning had the usual effect, i.e. next to none. Numbers of missing fund-raisers have now topped three figures. However, it's not all bad news, random kidnapping of joggers has declined.

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 Cybertied is now producing mini-videos of his sexy tie-up imagery, go see!

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

Superserious

Thanks for original image are due to Cybertied

 

Rugby Trade-In

Can't wait to get back in training again

When John was summoned to the Club Owner's Office he assumed it was about his new contract. Instead he was introduced to a gentleman with a foreign sounding accent, an investor.

It wasn't unusual for well-known players to be asked to be present at business meetings.

Investors were often fans and liked to see their favourites in the flesh.

John disliked this networking stuff but did his best to be pleasant for the sake of the club.

The gentleman talked to him, expressing his admiration for his playing skills

He obviously knew a lot about him including some personal details that surprised him.

It was all very chummy, he even got John a refill of orange squash. 

He woke up on a bed in room with bare walls and minimal furniture. 

He was totally naked apart from a white loincloth wound round his waist.

The door was locked but eventually they came in answer to his pounding.

Two men dressed like medics entered and 'persuaded' him to obey them.

When he was pacified they scrubbed him from head to toe 

His skin was smeared with scented oil so it gleamed like a polished statue.

Then they dressed him up in a totally impractical, cropped rugby top that showed off his abs

and in shorts that were so tight he wouldn't be able run in them without injury.

They just laughed at the idea of him playing rugby again.

Then tied him up with rope so tight under his pecs that it was hard to breathe.

He was seated on a bench, put on display like an art exhibit, 

In readiness for the handover ceremony, they said.

Beyond the doors that faced him, there was chatter and clinking of glasses. 

A drinks reception was taking place there, in his honour supposedly. 

The master's friends were all assembled to view and greet him.

Immobilised and alone he waited to learn his fate.

Imagery by Cybertied

 

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

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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

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Targeted

The Party's Over

In another place a long way away, Gavin has discovered the truth.

The visitors just keep coming, admiring him and feeling his mound.

It has been mounded up (much to his embarrassment) with a tight cock-strap.

They all tell him what they want to do with him, when he's fully available.

The Rugby Club owner told him he was a prima donna with a reputation as a trouble maker.

He was a liability to the team and no-one wanted to play with him.

But the only way to get back what they'd paid for him was to sell him outside the transfer system.

In fact they had already sold him, he said. On the dark web, cutting out his agent. 

It was hard to take in. His playing days were over.

He protested, of course, it wasn't right, they couldn't do it, not to him.

Then two thugs entered the owner's office, overpowered him and tied him up.

They bundled his trussed-up, wriggling body into a van and took him away.

He'd never seen his new owner, just the minions who prepared him for public viewing.

He still had plenty of fans and many had already come, wanting to see him in the flesh.

They'd already worn out several sets of his special kit with their rubbing and mouthing.

Those with more money had pre-booked for a longer slot, a private session with him later.

Apparently his schedule was already booked up months and months ahead.

The true test of his popularity would be how long that state of affairs lasted.

When the fans forgot him and stopped coming he'd lose his star status.

Then he'd be farmed out for casual body rent - as long as his charms lasted.

After that a life of hard, manual labour was all he could look forward to.

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Image by Cybertied

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