On the Train with HHimbos (completed)

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Train imagery is all the rage these days, it's hardly surprising when so many of us spend hours a week gazing at our fellow travellers in confined spaces that impose an unusual level of closeness. It's a sensitive environment and people who offend against the rules, like not smoking, may provoke a response. 

 

The recent fashion for tighter trousers has restored this garment to the top ten of homoerotic iconography. Normally, the subject of office torments by their seniors, this more democratic setting for the sanctioning of the wearer is refreshing.

  

 

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Smoking is a cut and dried legal offence on the train, but there's also a long list of rules of unspoken etiquette that can ruffle feathers and in extreme cases, provoke a response - in imaginations if not reality. It's not clear what this workman has done, perhaps he brought smelly food on board. Older travellers are less likely to be tolerant of such modern practices - and this one looks as if he's already had a bad day at the office. 

*Have you noticed how burgers on trains stink like they've just been retrieved from a garbage bin? Yes, I am an older traveller!

 

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This young man, Mark, has had the misfortune of joining a company that insists on their office trainees wearing short trousers (it's called make-men-wear-shorts syndrome). This exposes him to a good deal of inappropriate contacts as he makes his rounds, carrying documents from one department to another. So it's understandable that he wants to grab a seat on the train home so no-one can get at him. Unfortunately, tonight there was only one seat left, the one reserved for older and disabled people. 

Mark did his best to ignore all the new travellers as the train filled up, but unfortunately, his short pants made him the least likely person on the train to get away with it. Particularly, when a retired military officer with a war wound got on. Not only was he hot on obedience and discipline, his war wound didn't seem to impair him at all when he was seated with Mark across his lap.
 

It would be easy to label HHimbos as a spanking artist, but there's more to his work than that. For example, in image 2 above, the main interest derives from the obvious maturity and manliness of the workman and the remarkable enormity of his comeuppance, partly because it's so difficult to believe. In the remaining images, he branches out into other ways of tormenting men.

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Jim here, has a similar, shorts-only, work environment to Mark, but he has more congenial hours, so he always gets a seat on the train. Fending off unwanted advances in the office makes his working day extremely draining, but he can safely snooze off on the empty train. At least, he used to be able to, until his generous thighs were spotted by another passenger.  

 

As with Image 2, I particularly like this picture because of the characterisation of 'Jim'. He's good-looking and clearly too old for the outfit he's obliged to wear by his boss. Grown men are so much more interesting than lads. 

 

Unfortunately, Jim's admirer is one of dubious character and a regular on the same train. He's now spent weeks secretly feeling out his target, trying to coax out a response without being detected. Now, at last Jim seems to have absorbed his furtive fondling into his dreams. It's bound to end in tears - of one sort or another.

 

 

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And so it proves, as Jim awakes to an embarrassing mess. The predator is quick-witted enough to disengage before Jim realises what has happened. He scolds him and tells him that the Ticket Inspector has just entered the carriage. Jim is so used to being downtrodden that he readily agrees to the stranger's suggestion of hiding his 'slip up' to avoid him being thrown off the train. He succumbs to the very experience he sought to avoid by catching the early service.

 

This purports to be a spanking image at first sight, but AI is not very good at understanding the mechanics of the ancient custom and has raised the wrong hand. It doesn't really matter because the groping of Jim's shapely rear sustains ample interest on its own. By the same token, the dematerialisation of the predator's lower body, if you spot it, is immaterial anyway. 

 

With these two images I have taken the liberty of trimming the top and bottom to create a squarer image and have made the tops of Jim's socks grey instead of red, so it looks more like work clothing. Apologies to HHimbos. You can find his originals via the link at the end of the article.

 

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This slumbering worker's maturity is more apparent in his physique than his face, but apart from that, he's the epitome of the benighted grey-short-trouser worker (as opposed to white-collar worker). At his new employers' behest, he's shoehorned himself back into an outfit that he'd outgrown and thought was behind him when he left school and went to college. To his relief, everyone seemed quite OK with him wearing an outfit that was too small for him, so he didn't have to buy a new one. 

 

 Unlike Mark, he's laddish enough to enjoy the attention he gets from his fellow workers, but coupled with the longer hours compared with being a student, it makes for an exhausting day. So, like Jim, he's glad to take a kip on the train home. So glad in fact that he's thrown himself into his seat is now sprawling into the passageway. 

 

A merchant banker riding on the train and on his way to the first class carriage found the scantily clad legs blocking his way. Embarrassment quickly turned into annoyance, and he decided to give the offender the rough edge of his tongue. However, once he got a better sight of the young man he decided that it might be possible to apply his tongue treatment slightly more sympathetically. It depended on just how deeply he was asleep. How hard it would be .....erm, to get him at attention.....erm..

 

 

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As the rush hour begins, the regular shorts wearers begin to turn up, some of them fresh from relieving their tensions with a workout at the gym. On a busy train, it is a much cherished prize to get a seat next to one, especially one as cute as this. Norman didn't mind the smell of fresh sweat in the leastin fact, he leaned closer to savour it. He was doubly lucky tonight because there was no-one sitting opposite. It was a great opportunity to relieve some tensions of his own, but he would have to work fast.

 

Men spreading their legs into the adjoining seat space is another offence against train traveller's etiquette, sometimes inflicted on women who may be prevented by their skirts and decorum from retaliating and are reluctant to complain. Of course, our predators don't mind and if their targets awake, they just pretend they were trying to ask them to sit properly.

 

 

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With night falling, workers who have lingered to have an after-work drink start boarding the train. Some of them are the worse for wear. Sam has just been promoted and wanted to celebrate no longer having to wear short trousers. He can't quite bring himself to give up tight pants, though. He finds them comforting in poly cotton and in the pub they attracted much interest from his section leader. 

 

The recollection of that flirtation and the warmth of the carriage soon calls for some loosening of clothing and alcohol does the rest carrying him off into the land of nod and some racy dreams. 

 

Tonight a prowling opportunist spots his arousal and swiftly bags the seat next to him. It's over an hour to the end of the line but only 15 minutes to the next stop so he works fast just in case, gently feeling his way. A groan from the slumberer makes him pause, but it's OK, he's out of it. He won't be getting off at the next station, but it's looking good for getting him off before the end of the line.

 

Notice the plaque on the seat between the sleeper's legs  

 

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The last train sees a different class of customer, one who hasn't even been to work but has caroused most of the evening and is now blotto. These types can be objectionable, but soon succumb to Morpheus. His exposed pecs are an acceptable apology for his behaviour. If they are alone, the predator can slip in beside them. 

 

This school disco outfit in combination with a burly physique draws a different class of 'admirer', one who would dearly love to end his evening with a well-deserved dose of the cane, but will have to content himself with evaluating his wood instead. It's an open book.

 

 

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Temptations abound for minds idling the time away between stations and the odd preference many travellers have for standing when there are seats available increases the chance of a delicious but untouchable sight hovering right in front of your face. 

 

The phenomenon of commuters immersed in their phones and music doesn't break any rules, but it can seem distinctly irksome when you are not similarly engaged and would have liked the chance to interact or at least glimpse some humanity aboard. 

 

HHimbos employs the fantasy of time-freeze in this picture to deal with the conundrum and has created some sexy sequels (although perhaps sequel is the wrong word if time is frozen for the person of interest). The burly, young man in this picture has a rear that is the equivalent of buxomness for bottoms plus thighs to match, which suggests he participates in ball games like Rugby. 

 

These assets have prompted the eccentric Professor, who happened to be seated opposite, to activate his 'Time Freeze' gadget, which freezes time for everyone but himself. This enables him to lower the man's trousers and spank his bottom, (and do a whole lot more, I dare say). Said bottom reacts with a red bruise which suggests time certainly hasn't frozen as far as his metabolism is concerned. There's an Einsteinian anomaly here which is beyond the scope of this blog, but as a pedant, I can't help also pointing out (in fun) that the hand print and the paddle in the professor's hand represent another strange AI anomaly.

  

Time freeze is not a new 'meme', I first stumbled across it in images by Brosfate over 5 years ago, but I've never posted an example here at mitchmen before. This image and the next one make it worthwhile.

 

 

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The next experiment for the Prof is a yet another young man who has been made to wear shorts for work. To be fair, he probably feels the benefit during sweaty, summer commutes, although the mandatory tightness of the garment won't be doing him any favours in those conditions. Arguably then, the Prof is doing him a favour by temporarily dropping them without anyone else seeing (at least, I presume they don't!).

 

The same can't be said of the follow-up slap, obviously, although the mild breach of back-packing etiquette (see below) might justify it. Actually, the evidence of bruising, working normally, suggests the worst of the pain might have been and gone by the time the Prof deactivates his fiendish device*. 

 

It remains to be seen whether he'll restore the shorts to their original position before doing that, the temptation not to do so, just for the heck of it, must be very great. 

 

*This raises the interesting philosophical question of whether delivering a spanking is satisfying in itself, even if the recipient doesn't feel it.  

 

 

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People who keep their backpacks on, even when the train is packed can be another source of annoyance for commuters. Apart from adding to the crowding and hindering other travellers, it usually ends up pressing uncomfortably against some poor soul who'd much prefer pressing against another body, if anything. The offence is worsened if the backpacker also insists on looking at his phones. 

 

HHimbos envisages a satisfying reprisal, whereby the offender loses his phone in the crush (by accident or deliberate mischief) and is debagged by a fellow traveller as he bends to retrieve it. The temptation to do this is all the greater if he is wearing shorts. The avenger completes his task by slapping the exposed glute and giving it a good feel - although it may not feel that good to the recipient!

 

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One can imagine this prank catching on. This perfectly innocent workman really did drop his phone accidentally and he wasn't even showing 'builder's bottom', but his butt proved an irresistible temptation on a quiet afternoon at Maida Vale station.

Again these are not really a spanking images, notice that the groping fingers here are perilously close to the panic button!   

 

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Stations these days are no less bound by 'rules' than the trains themselves, but it's a pretty dim guy who decides to smoke on one. That's actually a breach of the law, although you might get away with it out in the open. I wouldn't count on it though, if there's an older guy with a military bearing around. And whaddya know? This time there is! 

He probably objects to young men swanning around in skimpy shorts too. They belong on the rugby field, don't you know. They do have the advantage of pulling down very easily, and it's the boy's own fault if he's not wearing anything underneath. I dare say the Major does approve of mobile phone footage being circulated for posterity (which has nothing to do with the study of posteriors).

HHimbos is on Deviant Art 

other HHimbos post previously, Footballer in Trouble 

see also 'I'm on the Train! 

AI art by Club 323 

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