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| Absolutbleu - A Visit To The Doctor |
The Doctor's Surgery only qualifies as a 'gay haunt' in the annals of porn fantasies, but as you might expect, the Absolutbleu-Flirt will find cause to attend one with an intimate problem. He smirks at us in satisfaction as his ballooning physique meets with the usual awed and lustful response. For once, touching is in order but the Medics show an unprofessional eagerness to start examining him.
Absolutbleu has used a slightly different style here, colouring a semi-refined drawing with a watercolour effect, the treatment of shadowing is bold and confident (e.g. the gloves). The veins in the A-Flirt's arms are a detail that underlines his genuine interest in real muscle.
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| Absolutbleu - A Medical Phenomenon |
This diptych tells the story of a different medical patient. He's a stereotypical American Muscle Jock with square jaw and buzz haircut topping off an amazing (almost feminine) hourglass figure. We see him (left) getting joyously laid in his purple muscle thong, but a few months later strange things have started happening to his body (right)! The Doctor celebrates a discovery which will transform his career but the pregnant and lactating jock is dismayed by the changes in his body. He's probably dreading having to tell the father.
Pregnant men are not a new idea but I can't recall having seen milk-spurting pecs illustrated like this anywhere else in gay erotica . You'd think it would connect to an interest in the fetish of nipple sucking. Admiration of voluptuous breasts obviously lies at the core of Absolutbleu's art and they often get handled in his images - cupped, squeezed or used as a place to park heads and cocks. Strangely, though, lips and nipples sometimes get close but never seem to touch.
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| Absolutbleu - Animal Milk |
I suspect this image may be a clue to the evolution of the artist's thought processes, with an ox-like 'manimal' giving up milk from his pec-udder instead of the usual style of male ejaculation. I imagine this fantasy creature is inspired by a computer game character but haven't identified him. Game-inspired scenarios form a significant chunk of Absolutbleu's output, but it's not a subject I know much about so I don't try to cover it in any depth in these articles.
Games aside, Man-Bull morphs (minotaurs) have a long history, having been used to express the animal sexuality and strength of males since ancient times and were notably revived by Picasso in the 1930's. Absolutbleu concentrates on the bulk of the creature rather than it's earthier characteristics such as hair and animal features. The beast might easily be a captive although we can't see any restraints. If it has a male organ, it isn't visible, the erotic power lies in his (apparent) exploitation by the smaller characters, a theme that we've seen in other images.
One man here tries to catch the spurting milk in his mouth (almost as though it had magical properties) but he doesn't get close enough to suck from the source. In fact, despite the explicit coupling that's implied, the two men seem oddly detached from the beast as though they were completing a serious task or challenge (like the Labours of Hercules), rather than indulging in a forbidden lust. For me, the milk-catchers' sensuously-shaded G-string cum loin cloth is the sexiest part of this image (and the only explicit evidence of a cock) .
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| Absolutbleu - Blank Milked |
In this extraordinary image, a highly stylised, muscle bunny is hung up by his thong, plugged in the butt and left to have his pecs milked by an unseen, suction machine. This picture draws parallels between pec milking and the cock-centred kind shown in the mitchmen milking factory series, including an element of forcible restraint and the replacement of human interaction by a mechanical extraction device. Despite that connection, the eroticism here is muted. This image primarily seems to gently mock muscle folk's obsession with their own pec size.
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| Absolutbleu - Beach Milk Fest |
There's no lack of human interaction in this picture which celebrates mighty pecs and their bearers (barer's?). It looks like a group of beach bunnies (from Bulges Bar?) have had their gossip interrupted by a mischievous group of passing lads who grab their tits and squeeze them, causing milk to spray out, drenching each other. It's what you might call a 'white shower' orgy (as opposed to a golden one). Somewhat surprisingly, the erotic effect of pec-milk cascading over muscular bodies is much the same, but more wholesome, obviously!
The matching, skimpy tops of the muscle-hunks reiterate that sense of muscle club exclusivity seen in other images, but nevertheless this energetic invasion seems to be welcomed by the members of this clique, who perhaps see it as flattery, due reward for their efforts in the gym.
Like other images in this group there are no male organs in sight although the poses here suggest coupling might be taking place out of sight, down below. This feature may be a result of self-censorship for publication reasons, this particular image looks as if it might have been cropped.
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| Absolutbleu - Christmas Milk and Cookies |
This artist is so prolific in producing Christmas images that it's impossible to ignore them and this one is quite a good example of our pec-milking theme anyway, with a muscle hunk condemned to selling cookies from a tray, completely nude, and also being used as a walking milk dispenser. His ultra-strong spray has produced embarrassing results, but his discomfort is also be due to the erotic arousal that all this handling by strangers has induced. He seems to using his tiny tray to hold down his enlarging organ, it can barely hide it.
Compare with the humiliated Cafe Waiter in Part 5
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| Absolutbleu - Angel Milked |
The fallen angel is a fantasy stereotype that has much appeal for gay artists, providing an opportunity to combine erotic themes with a traditional, serious art construct (e.g. see Luxuris). Succumbing to temptation is a universal gay experience anyway but this context also allows us to poke fun at religious hypocrisy. Absolutbleu also seems to see it as another vehicle for breaking down the barrier that muscle hunks seem to hide behind. By characterising this one as an angel falling from grace, he seems to be linking their aloofness with old-fashioned religious 'goodness' and sexual abstinence, which is also traditionally a prerequisite for athletic prowess.
That apartness only serves to make the angel's 'essence' all the more desirable, venerated even, by the demons of this universe (which I guess means the rest of us!). They capture him, induce him into sexual arousal and milk him into a golden chalice. He is clearly humiliated by their handling of his body, fearfully enlightened too perhaps about the joys of forceful sex, but the classical connotations seem to imply that he may ultimately be cast out of his clique for this lapse.
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| Absolutbleu - Heroes ina Barren World |
This image seems to echo those sentiments of purity with two (computer game?) heroes helping each other to negotiate a grey, barren landscape littered with phallic erections. A fragment of bright sky promises a happy future for the two buddies if they stick together. That's a message that wouldn't be out of place in a teen comic (and indeed, the War Comics that I periodically feature at mitchmen do sometimes include phallic rocks, but that's a different subject for another day!).
It's quite hard to read the symbolism here. The caution of the heroes seems to imply that the rocks are dangerous and poised to sully the unwary. But they look quite dead and it may be that they are the remains of previous heroes who failed to negotiate this obstacle. It may be just a matter of context but there's a curious, niggling negativity or reserve about sex in this image and to some extent in the preceding one, but it's heightened by the dark tones here. It's quite different to the usual joyous work of this artist and yet seems significant in a way I cannot fathom (is it about good sex and bad sex?) .
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| Absolutbleu - Santa's Grotto |
There's obviously no sexual reserve here as three lads take it (literally) in turns to make a wish in Santa's (rather opulent) Grotto. Of course, Santa turns out to be a muscle hunk, but the artist also creates an association with the 'Daddy' phenomenon that's not evident elsewhere in his work. Perhaps the disguise allows him the freedom to cross the divide and indulge himself with ordinary men. This understated but convincing depiction of sex as a simple, mutual pleasure and indeed as a reward for being good, is actually one of this artist's more notable works. I like the idea of 'bottom icing', very festive! Notice also the suggestive detailing of the gift at Santa's feet.
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| Absolutbleu - Reinhardt-vs-Vampire-Killer |
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| Absolutbleu - Kitten and Wool |
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| Ehrlik - Modification Machine |
Two members of the 'Desert Rats' combat unit have be sent on a routine, reconnaissance mission behind the enemy lines. Sergeant Drummond, a man with considerable combat experience is accompanied by a recent recruit, Private Jenkins, whose mettle is as yet untested. That is about to change. The two men are surprised by the enemy and taken captive. They are soon handed over for interrogation and their nightmare begins as they are led into a deep, dark dungeon.
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Sergeant Drummond knew the questioning would be aggressive, but he was bemused and horrified when his captors forcibly undressed him. All of his uniform was taken from him, except for his shorts. They had begun removing them too, but the Corporal in charge had stopped them, rebuking them for their indecent, over-enthusiasm. Drummond was strung up by his captors, suspended in the air with his ankles tied below to an ancient winding mechanism from a desert well. It created an improvised 'Rack', a medieval torture device he had heard of at school. He'd never imagined then, that one day he'd experience it's horrific capabilities himself. One particularly muscular guard stood below him and stripped off his own shirt. He started to tighten the wheel and Drummond felt the ropes tighten, the tension in his arms and legs increasing. At that moment the Commandant arrived.
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| Mitchell - Desert Rat 1, Sgt Drummond Captured |
The Commandant wasted no time in trying to extract information, but Sergeant Drummond was a mature and experienced soldier and had no intention of giving any. The tension in the ropes gradually increased as the wheel was turned by the torturer, pitting these two men against each other in a sweaty, crude test of physical strength. Drummond's joints seared with pain but he resisted the relentless questioning of the Commandant.
After twenty minutes or so, the Officer paused and turned to Private Jenkins. He had been forced to stand and watch this terrible treatment of his NCO*, a man whom he admired and respected as a mentor. Now his turn had come, but he resisted as the guards began to strip him too. Some well-placed body punches quelled this resistance and he too was soon strung up facing the Sergeant, feeling the tug of the ropes as the muscular shoulders of the torturer addressed his wheel........
*Non-Commissioned Officer, men promoted from the ranks to command small units
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| Mitchell - Desert Rat 2, Private Jenkins Captured |
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| Mitchell - Desert Rat 3, Sgt Drummond Naked |
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| Mitchell - Desert Rat 2, Private Jenkins Naked |
Even after all he had suffered that long day, the Commandant's contempt for his manhood still had the power to sting Jenkins and it showed. As if sympathising, the torturer spoke up for him, pointing out that it was only the pain that was responsible for his diminishment. The Commandant snorted that Drummond did not seem to have the same problem, momentarily forgetting to reprimand the underling for his unrequested intervention.
The exchange made Drummond feel guilty. His intransigence had put pressure on an inexperienced subordinate and now he was exposing Jenkins to a terrible exploitation that words could not describe. (They could actually, only Drummond did not have them). Given what had happened to them already, their outlook was bleak anyway. Torture was a war crime, so the Commandant would probably have them both executed as an insurance against repercussions. He had managed to delay the questioners long enough to know that his unit would have moved to a new location by now, as a precaution after realising they were missing. He knew his duty lay in a different direction now.
Drummond called out to the Commandant. "Let Jenkins down and I'll talk" he whispered hoarsely, the craven words sticking in his throat, "but not here".
The Commandant turned and smiled at him, knowing what he meant. The burly oaf would probably never understand the genuine warmth his manliness had kindled in a cruel man's breast. If the evening went well he might have a difficult decision tomorrow.
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The 'Desert Rats' was the nickname given to part of the British 8th Army during WW2. They were credited with turning the tide of the war in North Africa defeating both Axis armies in 1941 and 1942 and driving them out of the continent. Their exploits inspired one of my earliest short stories in which a Desert Rat scout is caught by the enemy and tortured. The picture below depicts the moment when he is taken by surprise and captured. His persona here seems to fit Jenkins better than Drummond.
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| Mitchell - Desert Rat Captured |
You can read my 'Desert Rat' story at the mitchmen archive at Adonis Male.
Read previous instalments of Bizarre Punishments 7 (The Rack)
This is No 22 of the 'mitchmen at war' series,
to see the rest click on the 'War Comics' label below.
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| Royale Studio - Solo Sailor in the Rigging 1 |
I know sailors are out of fashion these days, but this is still one very sexy picture!
At the suggestion of one of the mitchmen blog readers, I have embarked on a long envisaged revision and upgrade of my series of articles on Royale Studio and 'Guys in Uniform' Studio. More images and comment will be added to the articles and I also plan to add new ones covering some series that were left out first time round. As an adjunct to this process I will start to make my entire collection available to readers through a clickable link to a photo album attached to the mitchmen blog.
The first article to get the treatment is now available
Adapted by mitchmen from an original idea by Bazz (below)
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| Bazz - Abduction 01 (click to enlarge) |
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| Remi - Vice & Groans |
Remi is an artist who has wide-ranging interests including occult and fem-dom imagery but his pictures featuring bondage and threat will be of most interest to readers of the mitchmen blog. This striking and rather stylish, fake magazine cover image showing a young man suspended upside down in a web of chains is a powerful expression of the Mystery that is S&M.
The man we see is young enough to be a novice. The ritualistic leather briefs he was given to wear were sexy to put on and provided a temporary illusion of protection and modesty. A symbol of his initiation. The binding with cold chains and handling thrilled him. Now, blindfolded, gagged and totally disoriented, he can only wonder what is going to happen to him next. How much will they hurt him? Will he have to beg them to stop - and will they stop if he does? Will his darkest and most intimate feelings and longings be exposed and fulfilled when they come to open that symbolic zip? Will he beg them for more?
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| Remi - Chained |
The winding chains, seemingly loose and almost random, allow them a degree of movement, but that only seems to underline the sense of their entrapment, by showing a residual glimpse of the freedom they used to have.
The stylised and nicely toned technique is slightly misty and suggestive of a dark, damp and murky dungeon. I am much reminded here of Amalaric's story of the kidnapping of the entire Raytown Softball Team who are snatched from a carefree, sight-seeing ride and incarcerated in a matter of minutes, left to prepare themselves for a lifetime of captivity and naked slavery (see image 8 and description in Art of Amalaic-1).
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| Remi - The Mansion |
In this image the same two characters are joined by a third whose despair seems even deeper. The waiting group are set against the satirical image of champagne-guzzling, rich man who presumably is the master of their fates from now on. His flamboyant taste in clothes and lifestyle suggests these boys may have a lively time in his hands. In the background we glimpse a man in pain under a spotlight.
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| Remi - Sketch |
I'm not usually a fan of face-masks because they hide too much of the face, but I love this picture which does not simply depict captivity but total subjugation and control. Far from submitting despairingly, this muscular man strains angrily at his restraints. It's an adaption of the hackneyed, beefcake, biceps flexing pose but now, rather than showing the usual, casual exhibitionism, it oozes testosterone, struggle and resistance.
The mask he has been forced to wear has echoes of Hannibal Lector of course and suggests that even if he is not an animal by nature, he's going to be treated like one, like it or not. A glimpse of ropes overhead gives a further clue as to what lies in store for him.
I don't know if the window-like diamond shape behind him has any particular narrative meaning or is simply a design device. You could see it as expressive of boxed-in anger and fractured frustration. The design has echoes in the wallpaper below, where it's symbolism seems overtly erotic to me, reflecting what has happened in the picture. I'm sure mitchmen readers can work that bit out!
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| Remy - Submit |
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| Remi - Saul and Nathaniel (Play Nice) |
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| Remi - Seat of Anguish 3 (detail) |
Remi's 'Seat of Anguish' is a more substantial work, a short narrative in the form of a rather stylish comic. It shows an unconscious captive being brought from his place of captivity and seated on an anal plug by strangely-garbed minions. The place of punishment is a raised dais, bathed in light by a downward-pointing, overhead beam reminiscent of sci-fi transporter technology. It creates an ominous mood of vast power directed with malign, sexual intent at this man who is being put on display and presented it seems like some bizarre, unpleasant entertainment.
Remi's palette and block colouring, shading style in these images is rather like Picked-A-Peck , although the content couldn't be more different.
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| Remi - Seat Of Anguish 6 (detail, censored) |
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| Remi - To Steal A Soul (detail) |
This is a detail of a much larger and very ambitious picture dealing with an occult ceremony and a swathe of associated supernatural activity. The mitchmen blog interest lies in the rather more prosaic sight of a captive tied to chair with his hands behind his back. It's almost as if he's been abducted and then transported here from a seedy place of captivity to become the unwilling centrepiece of tonight's 'happening'. The illumination of his body from below is rather interesting, a slightly show-bizzy touch that seems to point up his helplessness and vulnerability as the star of the show in a situation that is beyond his imagining.
You can see the full image at Deviant art
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Remi's exploration of bondage and S&M scenarios goes beyond the simple illustration of processes and manly 'fun'. His characters express emotions too as they grapple with desires that are not necessarily pleasant experiences and with situations they have not sought out and cannot control or understand. There's a rawness about his scenarios that doesn't pull punches or paper over consequences to fit in with modern notions of acceptability and that will strike a chord with many mitchmen readers.
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More galleries - Remi @Telemachus12
plus Remi @Deviant Art has a wider-ranging collection
All the boys in the gang borrowed money from their leader Nico. They were under no illusions about how nasty he could be if it wasn't paid back on time, but it was common knowledge that he would usually accept payment 'in kind'. The sexual kind. With kinks. That didn't faze the boys, they were tough and streetwise and took rough treatment in their stride. Nico might be a harsh master but he looked after them, he protected them from the police and rival gangs.
So when Lucio went to pay his debts, empty handed as usual, he submitted without complaint to the ritual humiliation of being taken into Nico's damp cellar, stripped of all his clothes (another fine jacket ruined but you didn't come to these appointments dressed in rags) and then tied up with rope. He knew that what would follow wouldn't be pleasant and he would probably be out of action for a few days, nursing bruises and violated orifices, but he would be able to stop worrying about the money he owed. It was a large sum this time, well into four figures, the most he'd ever owed. Nico was angrier than he'd ever seen him before and it had been a huge relief when he had started unbuttoning Lucio's shirt, sliding a hand inside and nuzzling his neck, gently chiding him for his weakness for gambling. "What am I to do with you, Lucio?" he said (like he always did) and Lucio hung his head in shame (like he always did) and submitted to his usual fate.
The punishment would be harsher than usual, he knew that and he wasn't disappointed. In his anxiety to get it over with, he didn't notice that this time Nico used methods that left few marks, nor that the refrain of "What am I to do with you, Lucio?" continued well into the session which was one far longer, far more varied and humiliating than he had ever suffered before.
Lucio bore it all like the tough guy he was, but his stoicism was sorely tested when Nico took him upstairs and drew him into his bed for the sexual denouement. Sex was expected, yes, but chained to a wall or tied over as bench, not in the soft sheets and opulent surroundings of Nico's inner sanctum. That had never happened before to him, nor anyone else in the gang, to his knowledge - though which of them would want to admit to it, even if it had? Nico's gentleness evolved into animal passion between the crisp white sheets. He devoured Lucio's helplessly bound body and that was much more testing than the manly appreciation he normally bestowed on them as he delivered his seed at the conclusion of their punishment. Lucio had never doubted Nico's love for him but it wasn't supposed to be like this and when Nico, finally sated, drifted off to sleep, Lucio lay awake for hours, fidgeting in the uncomfortable restraints and wondering what this all meant.
Well, that was last night but this morning, his torment had resumed in the cellar where it had left off. This time though it was as if both men were trying to expunge the memory of what had just happened between them, eagerly collaborating in a ritual cleansing until eventually Nico, plainly exhausted, had left him there, hog-tied, helpless and racked by pain on the bare stone floor. Finally then, Lucio slept.
He awoke to find Nico releasing his hog tie. He was coaxed into a standing position, arms still pinned to his sides. Lucio was trembling with fear now, as well he might, as Nico delivered his final verdict. This time Lucio's debts would not be forgiven, but by a happy chance the amount owed was very close to the going rate for ginger slaves, so he was being sent to the auction where he might even realise a modest extra profit for Nico, if the right buyers were alerted. Nico's parting words were coldly cruel.
Lucio felt betrayed. This wasn't how these punishments were supposed to end. He belonged to Nico! What about last night? Did that mean nothing? Then he realised the truth. That was it. Nico loved him too much. Suddenly, feet grated on the cellar steps and he looked up. Two men stood there, faces hidden in shadow, but their buff-coloured uniforms confirmed what Nico had said. They began to descend and Nico pushed him, stumbling towards them.
After they had gone, Nico wept.
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| Luke Riley is a captive of Nick Moretti |
This image is taken from the Bound Gods video Slicked Master and the Golden Boy (2009) which has a plot utterly different to my story!
Luke Riley's 'bad boy' looks earned him many appearances at Bound Gods on both sides of the S&M fence including the (for me) classic, 'Hicksville' where he kidnaps Phenix Saint, (a video which for some strange reason never made it into my mitchmen Tribute to Bound Gods). What is unexpected about this picture is how big he is, when standing next to Nick Moretti. Ideal material for the gang - and for the slave market then! Nick's suave, Italian, good looks create a more mysterious but equally intimidating presence which suits the mobster role I cast him in here.
This is 'The Look' No 24, for others click on the label below.
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 03 |
(For an explanation of the image sizing and blurring, please see my footnote below).
This Royale Studio, 'Sailor in the Rigging' group is an example where the model is not tied to the ropes to simulate a full blown flogging, but simply poses with the rigging net, having first dressed in the flimsy, tight, Royale, gym shorts and belt as their flogging ritual demanded. Not a wow physique, some Royale models were beefcake body-builders but many were ordinary guys. His footwear is quite interesting, not Royal Navy standard I think. Other models in this series are bare footed. Perhaps this one jibbed at climbing the ropes in bare feet.
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 04 |
Standing at attention before the rigging, he has all the appearance of a condemned serviceman preparing to meet his fate. His curled fingers certainly suggest some tension (and would attract a rebuke and maybe more from a superior - they should be straight). This detail and his longish hair makes me wonder whether he really was a serving member of the armed forces at the time of the shoot.
Seen from behind in this picture, the outfit seems better balanced and more sexy, although the RN cap looks slightly incongruous. Despite the blurring we get a reasonable impression of a shapely back and bottom
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 07 |
This is a better view. He has climbed onto the ropes and is standing with feet apart and shoulders opened which gives a better impression of his physique. We have jumped to picture No7 here, the intermediate shots probably showed him stepping up. The half-turn position with hips twisted was a favourite Royale Studio device for accentuating body shape in a teasing way.
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 08 |
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 11 |
In the frontal position the sailor looks up at his wrists almost as though they are tied, perhaps he wishes they were! The old half turn trick and clever lighting brings out an impression of excitement within those groaning shorts. They seem to have a short fly and button close like the old style rugby shorts, I'd have liked to have seen a better view - button open even - and with the belt removed.
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| Royale Studio - Sailor in Shorts in The Rigging 12 |
The sailor gazes down at his incriminating bulge.Even if it's mostly padding, it must have felt sexy, particularly with an audience watching closely and possibly the photographer's fingers making adjustments down below. We don't know if this is the last picture in the set, I do have an example of a 12 image thumbnail sheet. We can speculate about what might have followed but the phantom snipper must have had the full set and it's reasonable to suppose that those which have survived were probably the best of the bunch.
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To be continued (link pending but see below for other articles)
Read all the new series of Royale Studio articles at mitchmen from the start:
Royale 1 - Sailors Flogged in the Rigging
Royale Open Archive link below
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A Note from the mitchmen Curator
All but one of this vintage, military 'Sailor in the Rigging' set are 'thumbnails' from a Royale Studio catalogue sheet. Those I found seemed to have been literally cut out from the paper with scissors - but not very carefully. As a result none of these images were square and they had all sorts of odd borders with splinters or strips of the white surround included on some of the sides but not all. Visually the effect was quite confusing and scruffy so I have mounted them all on a plain white surround which makes it easier to look at them. I haven't changed them in any other way, no cropping, no straightening. If you look carefully you can see the original boundaries.
These thumbnails are also quite small, so to aid appreciation, I have blown some of them up here using the blogger re-sizing function, it produces blurry results, but better than my primitive, photo manipulation skills. The others are all in original size. You can view them all in the original sizing by clicking on the image or retrieving them from the archive.
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I have added these images to the existing Royale 01 'Sailor in the Rigging' folder of the mitchmen Royale Studio Open Archive and if you follow the link you will find there's a new zip file which includes them. My apologies to those who downloaded the incomplete previous version.
In this Part 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 imagery 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 he invented for 'The Cube' (Part 8).
White Collar Perks
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This amazing torso by itself 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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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 (pending)
Read the whole 'Art of Amalaric' series from Part 1 - A Slave To Passion
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.
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.
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 (pending)
Read the whole 'Art of Amalaric' series from Part 1 - A Slave To Passion
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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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This post continues in Part 9d (pending)
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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
I normally advocate simplicity in bondage imagery but the sheer bulk of the bindings here creates an impression of inescapability. However it's the raised feet that transform what might be a relatively ordinary bondage picture into into something more memorable. It suggests a desparate struggle and yet the captive's head has sunk onto the carpet signifying surrender and submission.
No model ID but it's by Roped Studs
For other images in the mitchmen, Beautifully Bound series click on the label below
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| 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!
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
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| Mitchell - Night Visitor in Hood |
Kyle emerged from a weird dream of enveloping darkness to find someone in his bed with him and peeling down his pyjamas. It was almost impossible in the darkness to see the intruder since he was clad in black from head to toe, including a tight-fitting hood which hid nearly all of his face. However, it was very obvious to Kyle that he was big and he was strong. Kyle was too frightened to do anything as the stranger slid an arm between his legs and lifted his body off the bedsheet, but when he felt warm nuzzling pressure between his thighs, his body did the talking for him.
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Another of my series featuring the mysterious 'Night Visitor'.
Is it a burglar who broke into the wrong room and decided to make the best of it;
or has he specifically come for Kyle?
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For other mitchmen Night Visitors. click on the label at the foot of this post.
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BareAss Blushes of a Ball Hog*
*also known as a 'Black Hole'. Once a ball reaches a “black hole” player (i.e. He is a black hole), it is never coming out again to another teammate! Your science fact for the day – A “black hole” star has gravity so strong that nothing – not even light, let alone a lacrosse ball – can escape from it. Little wonder then that exasperated colleagues see red!
Go to Bareass No 55 (link and post pending)
Bareass Bunkhouse Boldness
The sun was just rising when Chet finally got back to the bunkhouse of the Bent Arrow Ranch. It had taken him longer than he'd expected and he prayed no one was awake in there yet. He'd have a hard time explaining to the other guys just how he'd manage to lose his pants and his horse, so that he'd had to walk all the way back from the farthest range half-dressed. You couldn't blame that sort of thing on hostiles any more and they would rag him mercilessly.
Worse than that, though, was the possiblity that some of them were lying awake inside and curating their morning woods, especially Big John. If he caught sight of Chet's bare ass cheeks peeking out of the back of his chaps he'd not be content to just look at them and joke about it. No Siree, he'd be out of bed like a shot to give him and his ass a hard time of the kind that would wake everyone else up, primed for action and eager to join in.
He shuddered and checked his step, then set his boot down as gently as he could on the step. It creaked and he suppressed a curse. His bunk was close to the door, if he was quick he could sneak in and slip his gear off quietly under the blanket, then no-one would ever know. Better get his boots off first out here then. As he sat down on the step to slip them off it creaked again. Trembling with tension, he tip-toed up the step and into the darkness beyond the doorway........
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Go to Bareass No 56 (link and post pending)
