S.G. Croup's Blog, page 104
February 20, 2016
The Men We Want to Tie Up
So I’ve been throwing the term ‘cisvestism’ around in my head a lot because I and most of my bondage buddies tend to really value how the captives in our fantasies, which can either be ourselves or somebody we have hypothetically captured, are dressed. For example from my experience, I’ve noticed that quite a bit of us are into guys being tied up in suits; super hero costumes; athletic, cop, firefighter, and/or soldier uniforms; and/or many other kinds of gender specific outfits. Since part of our bondage fetish includes particular kinds of costumes/clothing that are gendered male, I figured that unlike transvestism (which is a fetishization of you or other people wearing clothes of the opposite gender), my friends and I seem to be ‘cisvestites’ because ‘cis,’ as opposed to ‘trans,’ implies that this fetish includes things that are considered “appropriate” for the gender we were born as.
I have recently found that cisvestism is an apt term to be used for this phenomenon and even that acts of cisvestism usually include fantasies of taking on some other “gender appropriate” persona. For example, some guy’s cisvestistic fantasy might include him being a captured cop when he has a completely different profession and no interest in actually becoming a cop. With this in mind, I started to think a little more about the kinds of same-gendered captives we either want to be or have for ourselves. Like if we stick with the cop example, it must mean that we like the idea of subduing a man with authority who is orderly, even though cops aren’t all the time; who wears a neat and masculine uniform that includes weapons, restraints, a clean shave, and a cropped hairstyle; and who probably won’t take it lightly when he has that power and authority stripped away from him.
This brings me to my next observation, which is the fact that we also tend to be turned on by the idea of tying up and pleasuring/torturing somebody against his will who either really doesn’t want it or is acting like he doesn’t. For example, most of us like seeing the look of distress in a captive’s face, hearing his muffled objections, and watching him attempt to get free even if there is no possible escape for him. His hatred of being in such a submissive position to the point that all he can do is fool himself into thinking that he might break free is something we seem to feed off of when we have the upper hand. However when we don’t have the upper hand, we like pretending to be a man who hates being tied up. Our cisvestic fantasies usually involve us putting on the persona of a ‘normal’ man who has never fathomed the thought of people getting off on him being tied up in his work clothes, enjoying the helpless expression on his face and muffled cries when his mouth is stuffed, and finding the puzzled look in his eye pleasing when his feet are being worshiped.
On the surface, it seems as if our fantasies indicate that we would like to be normal in some way–as if living in a world where people like us are unheard-of is more appealing–but I would like to believe that the ‘normal’ personas that we like to trouble with bondage are just indicative of our appeal for a struggle. I mean if everybody was completely honky-dory about getting tied up to the point that they won’t even put up so much as a performed fight, would the idea of restraining someone be as appealing? On the other side, if somebody who ties you up isn’t interested in actually challenging your limits and taking advantage of his power over you, would that still be appealing? Bondage seems to subversively go against what we are kind of ‘taught’ to find attractive, and frankly, I like valuing things that other people don’t find sexually appealing. It helps us appreciate things that most people won’t, like male submissiveness and acting on our seemingly monstrous urges in some way. Thanks for reading.
February 19, 2016
There is literally nothing better than macho MMA guys slapping...
There is literally nothing better than macho MMA guys slapping each other on the butt.
humiliatedguyz:
soupgoblin:
“Stay–nngh!–strong, comrades! I...
“Stay–nngh!–strong, comrades! I have almost–gyahh!–gotten us loose!”
Colossus shouted, straining with all his might to rip the steel pylons
his bonds were affixed to out of the floor. Unfortunately, the control collar around his neck was sapping him of his mutant powers. He certainly
missed them at the moment; not only would he be able to free himself in
an instant if he could transform into his stronger steel-bodied form,
but it would no doubt protect his behind as well, currently suffering
under the torment of rapidly spinning flappers as if he were in a very painful car wash.
Across the room,
Cable grimaced, feeling the smacks of his own flappers grow worse
the longer he struggled. Already his ass felt like it was red-hot and
bruised all over. They sure didn’t have anything like this in any of the
futures he’d seen. “Rrgh! Damn! Hurry, Colossus! The sooner you
get loose the sooner we can–Augh!!–get the hell out of here!” He
clenched his jaw. His own powers were cut off as well or he would have
immediately dismantled the whole contraption with his TK.
As it
was, this was most definitely the most asinine “funhouse” the wily
Arcade had constructed yet. Or perhaps it was the Hellfire Club that had
captured them–knocked the four mutant heroes out, stripped them of their
costumes, then left them to the mercies of a sadistic spanking device. It
seemed like their style.
“WHEN I FIND OUT WHO PUT US IN THIS
THING I AM GOING TO FLAMIN’–AAUGH!!–GUT THEM A NEW–YEEOOOWWW–!!” Of
course it was Wolverine most pissed over their predicament. The
hairy Canuck thrashed and swore in his humiliating restraints. But his bondage had been arranged in such a way that his adamantium claws could only cut the empty air in
front of him. “RrrraaaooOOOOWW!” And the flappers just kept on swatting.
Unless his healing factor was regained soon he’d be unable to sit
down for quite some time.
“Oof! Perhaps your energies would be
better suited, Logan, to–aah!–assisting Piotr in his efforts to–OH!!”
Installed on the other side of the spinners disciplining Wolverine was Beast. They shared the same array between them, a fact the scientist
had found particularly demeaning at first. Now he no longer cared; his
ass just hurt too much. His blue-furred rump was upturned and naturally
suffering its own ordeal of high-speed swats. He’d attempted to turn his
formidable intellect to the puzzle of getting them all loose, but the
distraction provided by a constantly burning, building pain in his
rear made the problem an unusually difficult one to solve. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw the same conundrum prove true for Colossus as well. The
young Russian let out a yelp of pain at a particularly hard slap to his
muscular cheeks. It momentarily stymied his efforts as he twisted on his
feet to avoid the next. But he only let out another cry as the next
flapper in line struck the exact same spot.
“Ohh, it hurts!” he
called out. Then, as if sensing how close he was to freedom, the flapper
assaulting him began to speed up, bombarding his cheeks with dozens of
intense blows. He soon began flailing helplessly from the pain. “Ohhhh, I
cannot take it!!”
“Yes you can, Colossus!” Cable bit his lip.
“You’ve just got to stay focused and–Aoowww!” The grizzled veteran
hopped on one foot as the thwacking of his own spanking increased.
Beside him, Wolverine started to inarticulately howl as his ass was
pulverized. With a gulp, Beast noted that all the
flappers had now increased speed, not just Colossus’s. He was soon
yowling himself from the duress, tears streaming down his face. It would
be a very long night for the four captured X-Men.
But hey, at
least being kept in some villain’s S&M dungeon was still more
stimulating than trying to cure the legacy virus…
I can say with no irony whatsoever that X-Men has had an immense impact on my life. Starting out with the 90′s cartoon, and then more recently in the last few years reading the entire run of the comics, the philosophy, art, stories, and fantastic characters of the team have drawn me in again and again. So I felt an urge to commission something to show my love for the series.
And, well, because it’s me, it’s a commission of four of the hunkiest mutants on the team getting spanked together. (Colossus is all yours @redspkscott!)
Art by Rubensum, who is always worth it. He never disappoints! Attached story is mine.
God I love his writing
Gracias. :>
that-kind-of-orc:
BARTA sez: “I got some awesome blitz sketches...
BARTA sez: “I got some awesome blitz sketches from @Captaingerbear o’ Org'Mahz. Dude’s way talented, give him some love($$$).”
