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Ridley - Hospital

This improbably-named piece by Ridley follows a well-trodden path at mitchmen, depicting a man strapped in a chair and being subjected to what looks like mechanical milking. 

e.g. see Ehrlik - Test Subject,  Ron-9 - Medical Research ,  Sardax - Milk Machine,   A man named N - Alien Conversion,   Arsch - Stress Test

This example of the genre differentiates itself immediately by the distinctive quality of the render which is crisp and vividly coloured. That effect doesn't quite match the run-down, seedy appearance of this 'Hospital' but creates a heightened sense of the unreal, matching no doubt the intensity of the patient's experience.

The hunky, rubber-clad attendant, poised to press the start button. is an even more original element. He's definitely not wearing regulation PPI, but it looks like top quality, specialist equipment and is intimidating purely on that account, even if it's practical purpose is not exactly clear. 

I don't claim great familiarity with rubber fetish although I do enjoy the tight clingy fit of rubber clothing. For some it's about the smell and feel of the substance. At more intense levels of usage, the water resistant qualities come into play and masks move the pleasure of a tight-fit into the eerie realms of breath control.  These sensations primarily benefit the wearer, but rubber ensembles, particularly with masks, create a sense of differentness, strangeness and anonymity for on-lookers that feels both threatening and exciting at the same time. 

If this patient saw this 'carer' before he was blindfolded he would have good reason to feel intimidated, terrified even. As it is, he knows he is stark naked and trapped in an open, defenceless position, gagged and unable to see (or even hear, I think). He felt them strapping electro pads on his biceps and abdomen and must be praying they are only there to take readings. He's also conscious that a plug of considerable size has been introduced into his ass hole and that a sleeve has been slid over his dick (which I suppose was given a comforting massage beforehand to ensure a snug fit). However, he has little idea of the complex and powerful electro-pneumatic systems that are about to agitate both these attachments and subject him to a 'push and pull' extraction cycle of considerable vigour.

It's clear that this man's milk is going to be collected, not just spilt on the floor, but a single chair doesn't qualify as a milking factory in the mitchmen book and this set-up seems too complex and labour intensive to be replicated on a large scale in adjacent cubicles. This looks more like a lab rat scenario, poor man!

For other mitchmen milking images, click on the label just below the post