For a couple of weeks I've been trailing images of Rugby Players in bondage.
Now comes the deluge!
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| "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.
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| "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 team mate seems to be approaching in the distance,
Is he going to intervene? Rescue? Or just gloat?
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| "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 be evolve between them?
A stadium full of spectators looks on expectantly.
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| 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.
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| "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.
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| "Brace yourselves, lads. The entire team is coming out to spank you. Thank your lucky stars it's not in front 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.
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| "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.
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| "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.
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| "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.
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| 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.
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| 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 a large number of from the world of rugby and other football games.
Visit Cybertied (on tumblr, his main site)
also on Twitter/'X' and DeviantArt
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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