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Sunday, 30 May 2021

The Art of Robby Cop

Robby Cop - Locked Up*

 I'm always extolling the virtue of visual simplicity in methods of bondage, Robby Cop applies that virtue in his art, hovering deceptively in the middle ground between pure comic cartoonery and stark realism. His striking images explore the world of those who like to submit to a masterful man. It's not portrayed as a pastime for wimps, however. This man is muscular, his cropped hair and blue beard are suggestive of inner hardness, his piercings and ironmongery an expression of confidence. Yet here he is, stripped and kneeling submissively, caged in a cell and encased in a chastity device, the captive of another man. 

We don't know if this is the moment of incarceration or of liberation. His expression seems thoughtful, uncertain, as though this wasn't what he intended when he started that conversation in a seedy bar.  He grips and tests his chastity belt as though he can't believe it's real. 

A dangling key symbolises his entrapment.

 N.B. The picture titles with asterisks in this post are mine not the artist's


Robber Copper - Splattered*

 This captive's world seems much darker. It's as if the initial excitement, the novelty of captivity has palled. He's just given pleasure to his captor, but his own reward seems pretty paltry and it's cold comfort as the door closes, leaving him alone in the darkness. This man looks less experienced and maybe this is his first time of being locked up. Maybe the reality of being totally dependent on another man for his basic needs, let alone any pleasures, is just dawning on him. As the hours go by, he wonders about his freedom too, doubts begin to niggle.

 

Robby Cop - The Pick Up*

Was this how it all began? The excitement of visiting his first leather bar, the daredevil fun of stripping off to mingle. The heady smells, the music, the lights.....

And then the men - mysterious, strong, reeking of masculinity, supremely confident. Surrounding him with admiring looks and words. Touching him, taking hold of him, pressing close with their warm skin. The men of his erotic day-dreams are here, but they are intimidating and some downright strange in the flesh. 

It's disconcerting until he spots 'The One'. He looks the part and talks the talk, but he's warmer and his bristles tickle. He seems real. The young man feels safe in his embrace. His talk of rope and chains rekindles the excitement....

 

Robby Cop - The Kiss*

For many a young man the possibility of kissing someone older, someone who is big, hairy and overpoweringly masculine, well, it's prize they never have imagined they might win. When that man wants to be dominated as well, it's likely to be enough to bring out the devil in him. The cool flesh tones and sharply defined features here suggest exactly that. 

The hairy sub here is a very nice image of hairiness and tenderness, a man that many would like to ensnare. 

 

Robby Cop - Who's A Good Boy?

It's also the hairiness of the subject that makes this image attractive for me, the contrast between his manly physical traits (albeit of a youthful nature) and his uncharacteristic, submissive behaviour. I don't really 'get' the doggie role play thing, but the collar and lead certainly work and that is one sexy jock. The visible evidence of an anal plug is sexy, the rear equivalent of a chastity cage, but it doesn't have to be a tail and it certainly doesn't have to wag - and please, no dog masks!

Robby clearly doesn't share my view, he has done a number of doggie-themed images like this.

 

Robby Cop - Biting The Bullet*

Indulging in Foot Fetish is an acquired taste, but the imagery has a wider appeal simply as a statement of submissiveness. It allows the vicarious pleasure of being able to imagine intoxicating, manly odours and intimate, tickling sensations without having to run the risk of encountering a less pleasant reality.

That reality is what seems to be what is going on here. Those boots look ominously like stink factories and the sub's expression as he chews off the socks looks like a man having second thoughts and wishing he was somewhere else - like the dance floor of the club where he met this guy. I suppose the risk of encountering over-pungency is a thrill in itself for some and sheer choking, repulsiveness a delicacy for true specialists. You get the impression that this chap is a man of some experience, someone who knows what's what, but perhaps has discovered that he's not that much of an enthusiast.

Of course his anguished look may have more to do with the chunky, rubber tread that's grinding into his crotch, another facet of the rainbow world of feet, but not necessarily conducive to a bumper climax.


Robby Cop - Toe Time*

This simple image with it's hints of an inter-generational pairing seems to show a more gentle initiation into the practice. There's even a hint of affection in those hair-fondling toes, even though the pressure of the foot is itself coercive. This is a less austere introduction to subbing than the cold cages at the top of this post. 

I like the idea of a toe with an erection, I don't think many could achieve the degree of toe-dexterity illustrated here. A rare and sought-after skill I imagine.


Robby Cop - Waste Specialist*

 If you're put off by the taste of sweaty socks......

This fantasy pops up fairly regularly in fetish art, I've done a 'mitchmen' version of it myself somewhere. The idea poses a challenge for the artist in sorting out the mechanics of the flow and the demands of gravity which necessitate different levels and usually visual separation of the participants. In some versions the plumbing seems to take precedence over the erotic interest. Robby has made a decent effort here but you can see the problem of achieving a satisfying integration. 

I like his idea of the tank-like enclosure for the sub and giving him the option of drinking the stuff or just being soaked by it. Judging by the dry floor (which has no waste outlet), he's either just come on duty or else he's got a raging thirst for the amber nectar. One can only imagine the scene in an hour's time.

Robby's drawing of the man providing the waste has a nice feeling of casual swagger and attractive maleness. Quite an achievement considering the economy of line. We can't see his face, he could be any man off the street, a regular guy. For that matter, the urinal might be situated in any office block, a gym, the possibilities are endless. The anonymity of this sort of arrangement is part of the thrill, the inability to pick and choose who the donor is, instead the sub can only imagine.


  
Robby Cop - Milking*

In this image, the sub himself is the donor, engaged in a much more pleasant duty (for most of us). 

This doesn't look like a milking factory at first sight but the bar code on his chest suggests there are many other milkers in the barn and that their produce is subject to sophisticated quality control and tracing techniques. Having a dedicated collection vessel might indicate that each man's output is sold separately, packaged like a luxury delicacy. However, the size of the vessel suggests that demand is high, I don't envy this man the task of filling it. Fortunately this farmer seems to be kind to his stock, relying on the pulsing sleeve to extract product, with no sign of the customary fetish 'stimulants'.


Robby Cop - Don't Move, it'll be over in a second

Robby's disarmingly light style disguises some serious subjects so don't try this at home! 

This is clearly not meant to be torture, but a fanciful musing on the far reaches of the chastity fetish where a mere lock and key is not deemed to provide sufficient security for a partner's prized organs. As always, getting into restraint is easier than getting out of it! Now the frustrated sub faces Hobson's choice and a supreme test of his trust in his partner skills with a welding torch. 

The trouble is, you can see how the application of a (modest) amount of heat to his metal sleeve might create an erotic sensation. It might seem a tempting game to the daring. The sub's face suggests he might be making just that sort of calculation, but as my mother used to say, "there's a difference between scratching your ass and tearing it to pieces".


Robby Cop - Night Raid*

There's an element of underlying menace in this image too although it's clearly a recollection of a youthful fantasy about a bedroom invader. The tattooed cop has the appearance of a night club stripper, a man of experience, but it's hard to read his face - is he a benign or a malign 'night visitor'? It certainly looks as if he expects the naive captive in his night attire to deliver more than these tentative pec kisses. The tantalising convergence of their respective bulges seems to be another indication of tentative sexual awakening which is quite nice. However, the rubber truncheon the cop's got in his hand is a fearsome thing (however you imagine he might use it). I fear his patience may run out soon. I'm sure you've been there.


Robby Cop - Cell Mating*

If you thought Robby's S&M cages looked like fun you might take a different view of this situation. The sexual exploitation of prisoners by alpha male inmates is an urban legend not entirely without foundation. This is a pretty uncompromising take on the subject. The black eye and tally markers on his chest tell us that this man has not been seduced by the manly charm of his cell-mate, although the beast looks perfectly capable of it. It's clearly a long running affair but you can decide for yourselves whether he was 'that way inclined' before he was sent down. 

There's more jail art at mitchmen blog in "You're Going Down!"

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 Robby Cop goes by a number of similar names - Robber Copper, CopperRobert,
he posts regularly as RobbyCop @Twitter

* denotes my titles, not Robby's

1 comment:

QBuzz said...

Love these artworks, especially the foot fetish and jail stuff, I'll have to check him out!