Art by Shenguanlin 2

 This image is something of a first for this blog. Normally posts here feature conventional photographs or artwork but I suppose you'd call this an art installation - on a miniature scale. It's simply a plastic toy, a male figure, put inside a sock and bound up with tape (which looks like old cassette tape) but the end result is astonishing and it's an image I can't get out of my mind. 

The knitted body sheath itself is unique, a departure from the usual body wraps of leather, rubber and white tape. Loose fitting and soft, it's unexpectedly sexy, with the surreal overlay of actually being an old (and smelly?) sock in reality. Underneath, the outlines of the figure look uncannily realistic and Shenguanlin has contrived pockets of sexy shaping at strategic locations. 

The tape restraint is comprehensive and almost completely symmetrical (with one sexy, mid-body exception). The upper body contours are flattered by a pattern that looks immensely secure. Obscuring facial features doesn't usually work for me, but an amazing amount of personality comes through in this case. Twist of the head creates the bizarre impression that there's actually a real man inside.

The figure (and his discarded boots) are surrounded by messy, desk detritus with an unpleasant stain at head height contributing an air of casual neglect.

This image has similar characteristics but with the captive subjected to more usual mummification techniques, multi-layered and supplemented by an array of straps. He's also been fitted with a selection of erotic attention-getters - Shenguanlin's, trademark, cock and ball cage, plus electrical and vibrator attachments with further secondary pain from simple nipple clips. A tube recycles the produce into his mouth. On either side, other men who are simply restrained in their boxes seem to be drawn to and perhaps excited by his special treatment. They are all struggling and complaining.

This attractive Rugby type is stored alongside a bag of smelly rubbish. The title suggests that his teammates intend to make use of him but the multiple restraints will limit their options! I suspect the ring shape buried inside his gag is the clue to the form his 'enslavement' will take. His torn clothing suggests he didn't volunteer for this role, but the holes in his socks are more likely to be indicators of self-neglect, an attitude which may have helped bring this predicament about. He's a handsome figure though, very desirable should they choose to put him on the market.

The intruder is masked and clad in a (fashionably grey) skin-tight suit which showcases his highly muscular physique (etc). This character, close up, would excite most of us. We've seen him before as the preparer of captives (in Part 1 of this post) and the wall art tells us that this sportsman is familiar with Shenguanlin's work and knows what happens to his captives. What must he be thinking as the intruder ties him to his chair? The man in his video suffers a similar fate, hence the title. 

Soon his face is enveloped by layer on layer of his own soiled shorts and underwear. The intruder goes to extraordinary lengths to tape him to his office chair, tying up his arms and torso in a shibari-style harness. His nipples are clipped and a vibrator positioned to continuously sustain his erection.

The intruder only speaks to give him a sarcastic instruction.

Shenguanlin - Public Oral Sex Station

The most demanding fate a Shenguanlin captive can suffer is be bolted into a rigid body shell, perfectly moulded to his shape and used as a drainage vessel for men in need of relief. This is a particularly fiendish variant, with the unfortunate obliged to induce the means of his own humiliation. Fixed to the wall, he has a motorised piston attached to the back of his head, so that his users doesn't even have to move their hips to enjoy the sensations of his ever-open mouth. They can even adjust the speed via a control on the captives collar and enjoy a stimulating video while he sucks them off. 

The gadgetry on the wall suggests a payment is required, these facilities don't run themselves, you know! It reminds me of those service station air pumps where you pay for five minutes at which point it abruptly cuts off. I have visions of a customer, shaking with undischarged excitement, desperately fumbling for his credit card having miscalculated his timing, while at the next station a stag party have clubbed together for a session and are frantically trying to get everyone 'done' before their time runs out.

The individual service providers all have identity labels which even display their faces. It allows them the dignity of retaining their identity. Unfortunately it also means that contented customers can remember their favourites and recommend them to their friends.

The depiction of the man who is enjoying being serviced here is sexy in itself. His powerful arms and undone, sagging jeans are inviting, especially as his attention is otherwise engaged. 

A glimpse of buttock cleavage wouldn't go amiss! 

This captive is cruelly set the task of solving the riddle of the mummy's wall. The sight before him and the prospect of joining them would intimidate most people. His nudity makes him seem particularly fresh and unspoiled, as do the socks and shoes he's been allowed to keep on. Presumably the rest of his clothes lie in the heap in the background, never to be seen again. 

We've seen the row of mummies before, usefully employed in the Milking Factory 14 post. I find them a little over-dressed and inward-looking in purpose here but I have no doubt the artist greatly enjoyed depicting them. The glimpse of No 4's head over the guard's shoulder is tantalising .

Sadly, this vivid, solo image does not qualify for the Milking Factory series, but we've previously had a solo Milk Dispenser Kiosk at mitchmen blog. Shenguanlin's fantasy is altogether less wholesome. 

The provider is securely and neatly tied up as we would expect from this artist and he's suspended in the air. He's a butch number too, alluringly clad in a tight tank top/vest which (somewhat irrationally) suggests a product with a strong flavour. So far, so good. 

However it appears that you get your shot of milk strained through the pouch of his jock-strap, which doesn't look like it's seen the inside of a washing machine recently. It's a niche product you might say. Nevertheless, it appears that demand for the stuff is sufficient to warrant placing him in what looks like a smart looking bar/catering facility. The absence of a reservoir for his product suggests he's very responsive to demand. I suppose that is thanks to the encouraging vibrator and the olfactory fantasies he is enjoying from smelly trainers and used underwear.