Art by 'Jockinbignikes'

Jockinbignikes - Mantrap, Brendon in the Greenhouse

Any artist who depicts handsome, muscular rugby players is likely to get my attention. Placing them in a 'predicament' doubly so, hence my recent obsession with Cybertied's muddy rugby captives. The 'Little Shop of Horrors' threat to this chap is potentially dire, but fortunately has a comical slant, with a number of the open 'mouths' looking as if they have tongues as well as teeth. This artist usually gives his men generous endowments, and this one is no exception. Nestling between mighty thighs, it has already attracted the attention of a couple of tendrils. 

Other Vore art at mitchmen

 

Jockinbignikes - Opposites Attract, Alex and Rex

'Opposites Attract' is one of this artist's running series. The same idea popped up here recently in work by Roman AI, who showed nerdy students attracting the hunk of the College without really trying. It's an appealing idea with a grain of truth in it that enables everyone to have hope. The characterisation of the nerdy type here avoids the stereotypical spectacles and shows him with oodles of cheeky character, that might just work the magic if he takes the chance to talk to his companion in waiting.

 

The idealisation of the rugby player here has similar validity, it's possible to believe that the only unrealistic ingredient in his appearance is his miniaturised (but impressively resilient) rugby shirt. His shorts are a delight. A gentle giant ready to be carried away.

 

 

Jockinbignikes - Christopher and his Boys - His Lucky Day

It one thing to adore rugby hunks from afar, but this entertaining little video teases about a much closer encounter with a group of team 'members' that's not at all unreal. With a growing tendency for men to wear shorts in public, many readers out there must have experienced this. Those of us who live in towns without subway trains must settle for a vicarious thrill.

 

Jockinbignikes - Sir, we need to perform a full strip search

Unless you have a job in the Airport Security, that is. It's a well known danger zone for unwary studs, especially in Eastern Europe. I have to say, though, that presenting yourself at Security in muddy rugby kit is liable to arouse suspicions of some sort, even in the UK. That air of innocence ain't gonna cut it! I suppose it's possible he's got some metal on underneath, but otherwise the motivations of the staff here seem strictly carnal.   

 

Jockinbignikes - Caught In The Act, Teddy in Boomer's Closet

 This image shows the other side of the nerdy attraction coin. The muscle hunk here doesn't look at all approachable, so the adoring nerd has gone for his dirty washing instead. It seems a little sad, but we mustn't write off connoisseurs of manly odours who usually have to settle for what they can get. This chap's attraction is about to be exposed, but you never know, Boomer might be another of those strong silent types who can't express what he truly feels but might have a secret crush of his own.

 

Jockinbignikes - BRUTE - Dale and Dean - BROS XL TOOL 'N PIPE

Muscle Hunks abound in this artist's output, and working men in tight T-shirts and jeans are another of his favourite themes (click to enlarge!). Once again, the exaggerated muscularity here is deliciously believable, well almost! For some strange reason, doubling them up, more than doubles their woofability. The 'Brute' titling is another running series and seems to be intended as a respectful and admiring tag rather than an indication of coarse character. Despite the spanner, these pair don't seem at all intimidating. I suppose you might see that implement as an inviting, phallic allusion.

 

Jockinbignikes - Rocco and Paul - Mobile Unit Acquisition

 The double hunk idea is given a darker twist in this image, which is part of another series in which virile men are induced into joining a national, government approved, milk-production scheme. The 'inducement' often seems to involve a Sci-Fi ray gun that zaps their milk production equipment and sends it into overdrive to the extent that they are only too eager to attend a draining facility. Others seem to be conscripted by authorised technicians, others volunteer as a form of bragging exhibitionism. Shades of milking factory! 

This muscular father and son pair is another marvellously sexy characterisation with an intergenerational flavour that is intensely appealing as they show equal dismay and bewilderment upon learning their fate. Clearly, 'No Way' is not an option for them, but it's not clear why in this case. The artist's narrative only tells us that they were 'nabbed'. He also expands on the family relationship of Specimens #134 and #135 whilst in captive production. Would that there be a graphic sequel, but this artist handles his smut with delicate taste, as we will see shortly. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Brute - Paul, The Plumber's Son, Is All Grown Up

This image is intended as another beefcake pin-up in the 'Brute' series, a man exhibiting niche, ginger genes and a voluminous swelling in his work jeans. Seeing the slightly glazed, mesmerised look in his eyes and the man talking on the telephone behind him prompted me to imagine that this might be another 'Aquisition' scenario, whether it be for the purpose of milking him to exhaustion or some other, more permanent arrangement. The artist's narrative gives a more down-to-earth explanation. It's worth visiting his site to read his narratives, which are concise and sexy (link supplied later).

More Tomorrow

 

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Moosemind - Escape from the council of the apes

A great image of a fugitive fleeing from would-be captors. Guess what they want him for!

Not crazy about the simians, but it's easy to imagine your favourite, dreaded predator instead. 

Rather nice texturing and a neatly incongruous, beautiful sunset. An augury of recapture, perhaps.

 

Moosemind - You Won't Be Needing This Any More

 An equally mysterious storyline here, but it's a beautifully constructed composition, designed to showcase the central figure's body in a stimulating way. It's a classic example of less nudity is more sexy, a point reinforced by his abundance of amorous admirers. They seek to delay his departure, but there's a hint of physical restraint being applied on the right. As if where he's going involves captivity as well as nudity.

 

Moosemind - Listen Boy, Come Over To My Tent Later

There's a fascinating study of power imagery here. A man, whose posture emanates authority and strength, has been accosted in the street and seems to be embarrassed by it, angered even. The other man is taller than him and clasps his neck, assertively pulling him closer, but at the same time bowing his head in a gesture that speaks of affection and supplication. This little drama is acted out before a fascinated audience

Both men are naked and (according to the title) one of them lives in a tent, although this is an obviously wealthy city. Similarly, the onlookers are all clad in drab loincloths, as if of a lowly caste. They must be slaves or arena fighters, perhaps. Men whose close relationships are all that they have. 

This is an unfaithful lover, perhaps, returning full of regret, or a defeated opponent coming forward to pay his forfeit, knowing he will be roundly used and humiliated. We can imagine the denouement in the marginally less public setting of his tent will involve lots of shouting, humble pie, tears and sex. 

 

Moosemind - Samson Destroys The Philistines

The underlying image here is a bit of a cliché, but it's nicely modelled and if, like me, you are not enamoured of long hair, it's easy to visualise a haircut that's as tidy as his physique. The soaring architecture is the wrong era, but superbly dramatic and gives a more relatable sense of scale to the modern eye. However, it makes you realise the original tale of him bringing down the temple must have been exaggerated a tiny bit. Or else, the priests got their just reward for neglecting the long-term maintenance of the building. 

Moosemind - Jealousy

This artist's interest in ancient cultures takes in the sport of naked wrestling, but he's applied it here to a more domestic scenario. It's quite hard to capture the drama of fighting in a static image, but this is a good attempt. The cartoon-style 'impact' signal is unorthodox but serves its purpose without subverting the splendid artistic pairing of figures, whose bodies are juxtaposed together and matched in a manner that seems to invoke the private intimacy and passion that has brought them to public blows.

 

 

Moosemind - Manhandled

 Here too, there's a great sense of struggle and also of physical strength, a sight that is rarely manifested in modern day, pro wrestling but can still be glimpsed in the amateur code. This mighty lift, delivered from a seated position, seems to have caught, off guard, an opponent who was prematurely celebrating victory in the modern manner, with clenched fists. An improbable throw, but a rather satisfying comeuppance for the braggart. The characterisation of the two men, one wild and hairy, the other with a more refined and subtle masculinity, reinforces the storyline.

 

 

Moosemind - Sparring

The artist's disingenuous title doesn't quite match the image a gay observer perceives. It is a perfectly feasible wrestling moment, but you can't help thinking that both men might have lost sight of the aim of winning this contest. He who has the upper hand suddenly finds himself distracted by an unexpected development. His over-excited opponent seems to have become suddenly aware of his own vulnerability, having started something he might not be happy to finish.

 

Moosemind - The Agoge Trials

A more conventional expression of the ancient art here shows two young men struggling for supremacy before an audience of soldiers. The Agoge was a rigorous, Spartan training program for young male citizens, so this is an authentic scene, but the sensual entwining of naked bodies here makes you wonder about the thoughts of those seemingly detached on-lookers and the reward given to the winner.

 

 

Moosemind - Colonised

 

This rather unusual take on the founding of America is frank and almost political in the way it contrasts the pride and strength of the captive, Native American with the uniformed, flag-bearing pomp of his captors, who seem to regard him as a curiosity. The title is bluntly accurate, but not one that modern day politicians care to acknowledge. Popular culture takes refuge in the Wild West stereotyping of 'renegades', rather than heroic freedom fighters.

 

Moosemind - Squanto Captured

There's a similar theme here but with a greater sense of enslavement and humiliation of the unfortunate captive. The on-lookers, civilised and determinedly religious, seem oblivious of his humanity. 

 

The original story of Squanto seems to conflate episodes of settlers being helped to survive by members of the Patuxet tribe with others in which indigenous tribesmen were kidnapped and trafficked to Europe as slaves, but it serves to make the artist's point. It's unlikely that any of them were such impressive physical specimens as this man, but it helps to amplify the sense of 'difference' in a way that shows him as more of a man than his captors.

Moosemind - Zane Blaze

The boots on the other foot here, or possibly on no foot at all, with a white man (of equally muscular and equally improbable stature) held captive in a way that draws on religious imagery to cast him as a martyr too. It makes a delicious counter-point to the Squanto images. 

Zane Blaze sounds like the protagonist in a pulp fiction Western, but I can't find a relevant reference. We may guess that he's an adventurer or lawman who's got himself into undeserved difficulties. He's clearly been unlucky enough to fall into the hands of cowboys who find his physique of as much interest as his supposed misdeed. Justice sometimes took arbitrary, brutal forms in those days, but with the noose dangling in the background, I shudder to think what they have in mind for the naked Zane. 

Moosemind - Lovers in Arms - Beneath The Olive Moon

 This tender scene seems like another of those "you want it really, don't you?" moments when a man is obliged to acknowledge his inner reality. It might easily have found a place in my story of the humiliation of the Spartan army in Part 1 of this Moosemind post. The seducer here, however, seems more respectable than the cunning Throbbers who undermined the advance guard of the Spartan Army on that inglorious day. 

This man is blond, wears a white loin-cloth that is loose beyond reproach, and even has the victor's laurel wreath on his head. What could possibly be wrong with him? Alas, such is the way with men! The poor guard, struggling with his own desires, and military duty too, I hope, seems to sense that something isn't right. Probably though he's just tormenting himself, when really, there is no need.

 

Moosemind - The Blacksmith's Apprentice

 

Another out-take from the Spartan shaming. Another youth separated from his lover and transported to a distant realm to work out his life as a slave. At least this one will learn a skill to give some meaning to his life, but an interview in the nude like this suggests that forging iron may not be the only hot banging he's going to experience. His resentful look may reflect that he's just learned of that unpleasant module in his training plan. Still, at least he's alive.  

Moosemind - Bare Slave

I've always been of the view that a slave ought to work for his keep, not just idly enjoy the attentions (dubious or otherwise) of his master. And if he's a muscular slave, he ought to use that muscle to good purpose. Make 'em sweat. Makes a great show.  It's good for him, too, helping to preserve that glorious physique for other purposes. I suppose there is a risk here that he might lob his load at the temple, Samson-style, but any guard worth his salt ought to be able to keep a naked man in check.

Read Part 1 of this Moosemind post 

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Faux Pants

 

We've all put on socks that don't match each other in our morning haze, 

but for Jeff it was a lot worse than that. 

 

Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to conform to #makemenwearshorts*, 

but in the fashion capital of the world, he couldn't have got it more wrong.

 

 

*for more on  #makemenwearshorts see mitchmen @'X'
 

My Saucy Boys in the Regiment

Saucy Boys 1

Saucy Boys 2

Saucy Boys 3

Saucy Boys 4

 Image courtesy of muscleandboots

Meet The Spartans by Moosemind (AI)

A collection of images by Moosemind with a Roman/Greek/Spartan theme.
I have strung them together with a narrative of my own that is pure mitchmen.
It tells the untrue story of the renowned Spartan Army. 

The Shaming of the Spartans

1

In Sparta, lovers are parting,

 

"Farewell, my love, the Army is assembled.

Today I must march on Throbos*".

 

*A city about 10 leagues from Troy, it was reputed to be the home 

of some of the greatest treasures of the Trojan Empire. 

With an equally renowned, lively nightlife. 

 

 

2

The Army departed from Sparta to the accompaniment of fireworks and celebrations.

Proudly, they bared their weaponry in the traditional way, for which the city was famed. 

 

2

 

The Spartan army stopped off in Homos on the way, to replenish their provisions.

There, the second in command was interrupted, while pillaging one of the locals.

 

"Sire, you must come quickly! 

The Throbbers have sent emissaries!"

 

The General was informed and hastily made himself decent to receive the delegation,

but he was mindful that all Trojans would be still be seething 

from the humiliation they had recently suffered at the hands of other Greeks.

'It will take more than a Trojan Horse to catch me out', he resolved.

 

 

2

Wary of such trickery, the Spartans took no chances with the Ambassador,

They stripped him naked and tied him hands and feet.

 

"Sire, we have come in peace, our only desire is to serve you", he protested.

It was true, he had not come bearing gifts. Instead, his gifts were bared.

 

The General was impressed by the hunky Ambassador.

And turned on by his submissiveness in bondage

He sent him to his personal tent for a private meeting of minds.

 

 

A more relaxed atmosphere spread through the camp.

The emissaries were soon mingling with the ordinary soldiers

and quickly made many friends with their openness.

 "See, I bring a peace offering, for anyone that wants it"

 

 

That evening, to the dismay of sceptics amongst the Spartan officers,

the emissaries produced multiple emissions throughout the camp.

Including groans from the luxurious Commander's quarters.

 

 

The commanders were rudely wakened the next morning by an Aide de Camp.

 

"Infamy General! It's infamy!" he declared, (camply, as custom dictated).

"The Trojan emissaries have infiltrated the entire army during the night,

and they have stolen all our clothes and weapons!

All I have left is my dagger, which I always keep well hidden".

 

"I fear, I too was infiltrated last night", the Officer replied, 

"It was my first time, and it was bloody brilliant!".

 

"I’ll tell the General, But without our weapons, we cannot go on. 

Sound the withdrawal! Everyone withdraw!"

 

 

And so the long march home of the demoralised Army began. 

It was embarrassing returning naked through the same villages that had feted them.

But, unhindered by possessions or clothes, they made good progress. 

 

Their officers rallied their men and kept them going.

"Courage lads! Once we're through the next pass, we'll be safe!

I'll buy you all a beer, when we're back in Sparta"! 

But the Throbbers had taken a shortcut and reached the pass before them.

 It was no good, they were trapped.

 

 

And so the proud Spartan army, in its entirety,

passed into captivity without a blow being struck.

300 blow jobs had brought 'The 300' to their knees.

 

 

 

They entered Throbos, not as conquerors, 

but as humbled, angry prisoners.

 

 

 

The Spartan General voluntarily offered himself to the King of Throbos,

hoping to spare his men the worst of the Throbbers' revenge.

He was taken to the city square and punished severely, like a common criminal.

 

 

Other Officers had also bravely identified themselves

A few with impressive-looking credentials were picked out by the King personally.

To be held in his personal household as hostages and for ransom.

He made them pay a humiliating price for their mistake. Nightly.

 

The rest shared the fate of the ordinary soldiers..... 

 

"Citizens of Throbos! Behold the proud sons of Sparta!"

 

"Three hundred of them dared to challenge us, but confronted by real men,  

they meekly surrendered without a fight, without a stitch on.

We, in Throbos, do not make prisoners of cowardly hooligans like these.

To pay for their pillaging, they must be sold to the highest bidders.

Citizens! Get out your purses! "

 

 

The captive, young Spartan soldiers were horrified.

"They can't do this to us, Sir, can they?" they pleaded with their Sergeant,

"We didn't do any pillaging, well, not much anyway".

 

"I'm afraid they can" the wise old hand told them.

"There's a convention on the treatment of Prisoners of War,

but we don't count as POWs, because we didn't even have weapons.

Legally, we're just tourists, an anti-social gang of foreign louts".

 

The once proud fighters, realised they had no choice.

Engulfed with shame, they hung their heads, 

It was an agreeable gesture to on-lookers, who increased their bids.

 

One by one, they went under the hammer

 and were led away by new masters. 

 

Sold into slavery, the Spartan boys were dispersed far and wide.

 

In Egypt :- "I am bored with this Spartan vassal, bring me my whip!"

 

 

 

In Rome:- "Get up, dog!"

 

"Tonight you will serve me in my bedchamber

and, by Jupiter, you will regret your insolence!"

 

 

In Britannia, a young conscript, toiled in the fields, 

still naked as he had been the day he was captured.

Far from home, parted from his lover,

his only rest and solace was a nightly dose of the farmer's lust.

 

~

 

Such was the disgrace of the Spartan Army, defeated by deception.

Not by a Trojan horse, but by a crack squad of Trojan whores. 

See also: Roman Prisoners of war by 'Gay-Roman-Fantasy'

 

More Moosemind and link next time

New Art by 'Gay-Roman-Fantasy' (AI)

'Gay-Roman-Fantasy' - Scene From The Dungeon

The artist who calls himself  'Gay-Roman-Fantasy' has taken a step further into fetish with his latest postings. The picture above seems to show an interrogation with the torturer doing the old, "Louder! I can't hear you!" routine, rubbing salt in his victim's mental wounds as he begins to crumble. In glorious technicolour, too. I suppose the absence of wounds implies the fun has not yet begun, but I, for one, am happy to be spared that authenticity and enjoy the captive's beauty, unmarred by that fearsome hook! 

 

 This video is a trailer for a series of images showing the magnificent men going under the hammer at a Roman Slave Auction. It's like an on-line catalogue of auction lots, except you can only buy the pictures, not the men. The video is sexy in its own right for those who like to see muscles tamed. However, it is also an innovation which is a great step forward for artists selling their work on Patreon, which has always seemed like buying a pig in a poke to me. Here you can see what you are getting.

 

 

GRF didn't give this a title, but I guess it's a couple of Gladiators from the elaborate, leathery briefs they are wearing. A tender moment before the Arena, perhaps, knowing it may be their last. AI is a bit like monkeys writing Shakespeare, but accidental or not, this is actually an impressive, sensitive depiction of manly, gay lovers, without smut or schmaltz. 

At one time I would have poked fun at the significance of the badge on his backside, but that was before rugby players started to put their names or those of their sponsors there! 

 

Master and Slave

There's a whole series of Masters and Slaves in the latest collection, with animations showing the former getting to grips with the latter. This looks like a Master trying the route of rational argument to get his latest acquisition to acquiesce to some unfettered fun. Perhaps dangling the carrot of pleasure contrasted with the stick of nasty pain. His Slave's stony face seems to say, 'I don't really want to, but I suspect I may have to'. The bulge in his briefs suggests other influences may be at work, which perhaps he hasn't had to confront until this moment of his life. Who would have thought that enslavement could turn out to be liberating?

This image also sums up rather neatly the emotional ambiguity that underpins the whole bondage fetish. You can take what you want and tie down the object of your desire, you can glory in the knowledge that for now he is yours, but you can't make him love you for it, which is probably what you'd really like. 

 

 

No title again, but this looks like the end game of negotiations, whether it be about sexual compliance or divulging secrets. Two persuaders stand by, ready to implement the last resort of a desperate man, and do their worst. The captive's scar is a neat touch that suggests (completely irrationally) that he's a hard cookie, but the odds are stacked against him now. That dangling loin cloth looks terribly vulnerable!

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More at GRF's Deviant Art Gallery

 See also my earlier post - 'Roman Prisoners of War' by 'Gay-Roman-Fantasy'

New Balls Please!

 Baseline Volley by SoreButtGuys at Deviant Art
captioned by mitchmen 

All these images from his "Tennis Brats" series

Tennis Brat Treatment

 

Enjoying Their Job