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Showing posts with label AI-art. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 2 April 2025

An Important Guest


 The Count had done his research, he knew how to please his important guest 



He would have to offer the Head Groom
An immature stable lad would not do

Saturday, 29 March 2025

AI art by hongd542 - Part 2

 

 Jerry was pleasantly surprised by the bedclothes the Clinic gave him to wear.
They were top quality, stylish and made him feel sexy, which wasn't what he had expected
after the court sent him here to have his anti-social behaviour surgically corrected. 
Whatever that meant.
 
 

 The Doctor explained what he planned to do in great detail using medical language.
Ben didn't really understand what he said, but he didn't like the look of it.
 
 

 Downstairs, the glitzy comfort of the private Clinic transformed into a starkly utilitarian reality.
James was dressed in a protective one-piece suit, restrained, gagged and then drained by hand. 
That was troubling, but he wasn't prepared at all for followed.
See the devastating dénouement at Hong's DeviantArt site, it's too hot for here.
 
 

 The Doctors were troubled. 
The procedure had been an exciting challenge.
But was it ethical?
 

The boys in the gym would never be the same again.
 
~
 
 

Officer Sutherland had an unconventional approach to 'persons of interest'.
He insisted that they took off and handed over their clothes to be searched,
so that they would not be embarrassed by clumsy, groping hands. 
Of course, if no little plastic bags containing dubious substances were found, 
A common alternative hiding place was then already available to be searched. 
Sutherland often found that the mere suggestion of a deeper probe, in private,
would prompt an involuntary, urgent disclosure by the suspect. 
 
 
 
The disciplinary hearing had not gone well for Curtis
But at least he still had a job.
 
 

 Being assigned to 'Pride' duties felt like a crushing rebuke to Dexter.
But at least he didn't have to venture into that cauldron all alone.
Still, he wasn't sure he liked the sound of his colleague's offer
to familiarise him with gay culture so he'd feel more comfortable. 
In fact, he was sure he would feel just the reverse. 
 
 
 
 
Officer Bergman had a large portfolio of informants,
which embraced all sections of the community, 
He often went way beyond the call of duty,
but did sometimes lose focus when exchanging favours.



As they say, there's no smoke without fire.
 
~
 
more Hong542 next time 

Wednesday, 26 March 2025

Tuesday, 11 March 2025

The Tie Game by Cybertied


 This is a brilliant fantasy about a 'sports centre' where men can go to experience being tied up. Luckily for us, they are all extraordinarily cute or handsome and there's a shop full of sexy gear for them to wear while they live out their bondage fantasy. You can see it's the first time for some of them, and they are plainly surprised and sometimes shocked by the unexpected reality of being in the hands of an unseen and none-too-gentle rope-master. There's even a hint that his work goes on, after the centre is closed for the night, leaving you wondering just what happens in the end to all those 'rope-curious' men.

~

I'm full of admiration for all the creative effort that has been put into this by Cybertied, negotiating the restraints and wilful disobedience of the AI Art engine and creating a storyline that is tantalisingly sketchy and vague about what is really going on.

Visit Cybertied at 'X'.  and  Cybertied @ Tumblr

Friday, 7 February 2025

More Art by Roman AI

After The Trial

 The convicted felon contemplates what might happen to him in jail.
His escorts contemplate what they can do with him before he is spoiled by jail.
 

Sinister Corn Field

Cornfields lit by sunset's glow make a haven for forbidden love....
 
But cornfields also have a reputation for more sinister goings-on.
Are these two hunks, drifting off in the back of a pick-up, here by choice? 
Are those spiky corn stalks simply harmless vegetation or ....something else?
And what does that strange, eerie light really signify?
 

Mafia Madness

In some places, the price of keeping your integrity can be high.
But if you're cute enough, there's always a way out.
 

Stop and Search

Adulation can be so boring.
"Sorry Boys, I have a fashion shoot which I simply have to go to.
But you can lock me up for resisting arrest next week, if you like..."
 
 
Lucky Bastard

Building sites: a ferment of competitive masculinity and towering erections.
The Foreman's been hitting on this hunk for weeks and now a weed gets him first go!
"Yeah, but he's cute and you're ugly" his buddy points out. 
 

Jail Break
 
"OK, Boys, leave us alone. I'll deal with this one".
 
He'd been stalking the cute cop next door for weeks and weight training to impress him.
But it took a wrong left turn to give him his big break and a spell in the cells with him.
 

Meeting His Mummy

"You realise there's a curse if you dare to enter my sarcophagus?" the apparition warned him
Luckily, the young man already knew that defying 'curses' was sometimes well worth it.


Don't worry, you'll soon get used to the floggings

The Bigger They Are, The Better. That was the slave catcher's motto. 
"Don't worry, man" he told the driver whom he'd pulled over on a remote highway.
"Working the fields for your keep is a lot easier than driving a truck. 
You might even get a plum job inside, on night duties" he added, eyeing Dan's jeans.
"And you'll soon get used to the floggings".
 

Shall I Fill It Up?

I suppose a lady would flash her leg to get the pump boy's attention
But an ingenious way of keeping cool, while driving on a hot day,
did pretty much the same job for this young man.
Just don't ask what's in the yellow pump!
 

On Your Feet, Punk, You've Scored!

 Woof!


   
You Lost Kid - Now Brace Yourself For The Consequences

 
Eight O'clock, My Room, In Your PT Shorts, Got It?

Tight ones, preferably 


Six on the Ass and One in the Eye

Always leave them wanting more, they say.
Well, it's easier for some than others!
 
I love the thread of desirable nerds in this artist's output, 
snaring mysterious, hunky, leather men who can't hide the pull they feel.
 
 
How About We Just Go Back To The Hotel and Fuck?

A holiday squabble turns out not so bad.


I've Already Searched For Hidden Weapons.

.....and I think this is the Mr Big we've all been looking for, Sarge.
He's a highly skilled pickpocket too, so watch out for your zip.

~

Read Part 1 of this series

 I've given RomanAI a second post to illustrate the variety of his imaginings. There are many talented producers of AI Art who seem to find a groove, produce a flood of exciting images within that fairly narrow focus and then run out of new ideas and just carry on like they started. The trouble is, there are lots of others doing more or less the same thing and, inevitably, getting more or less the same results. Easily available AI engines won't let you go where you want. Until they do, only ingenuity and imagination will produce the next big idea.

Sunday, 26 January 2025

To Serve Is Pleasure

A1

From Curiosity to Submission: 

The Transformation of Fraser

SERVE-625 moved through the city streets with precision, his posture upright and controlled. Beneath the neoprene hoodie and slim athletic joggers he wore, the tight black rubber of his SERVE uniform clung to him like a second skin. Every step reminded him of his purpose, though the faint squeak of his concealed suit was audible only to his own ears.

A2
 

The grocery store was crowded, but Fraser navigated it effortlessly and efficiently, picking out what he wanted and ignoring distracting offers. He had lunch to cook for a guest. As he hurriedly exited the store, bag in hand, he collided with a man who was passing by. 
“Sorry about that!” he exclaimed, glancing up. Then recognition lit his face. “Oh, hi Ricky!”

The man was a familiar face from the gym. He nodded and replied coolly,
“Acknowledged. No harm done.”

“Nice hoodie,” Fraser said, his eyes lingering on the material. “What’s it made of?”

There was a slight hesitation before Ricky replied. Almost if he was weighing his response.
“It’s a neoprene rubber composite, Fraser. Durable, comfortable, versatile”.
He sounded more friendly now.

Fraser’s eyes widened. “That’s awesome.” He stroked the material with his fingers. 
“I love it! Where did you get this?”

Ricky nodded knowingly, rubber had that effect on some men.
“It's from a nearby store. It has your size. I *will* take you.”

Fraser had intended to finish his errands quickly and go home, but Ricky spoke with such assertiveness that he didn't hesitate to follow him as he set off towards the store. As they walked, Ricky explained that his rubber clothing was an important part of who he was, almost an ideology, he laughed. It had to do with unity, precision, and purpose.

Fraser chuckled, but his curiosity grew. “You’re really selling it”, he said.

“Wearing it enhances focus and clarity”, Ricky asserted. “You *will* enjoy it.”

Fraser felt convinced that he probably would.

By the time they arrived at the store,  called 'SERVE', he was eager to see more.


A3

The store looked like an ordinary clothes shop outlet from outside, but as they entered, Fraser marvelled at the many racks of rubber and neoprene garments he saw, his senses were assailed by the smell emanating from them. He barely registered the faint, hypnotic hum that filled the air, carrying subliminal whispering.

Fraser was immediately drawn to a display featuring neoprene garments just like Ricky's. “I have to try one of these on”, he said, his voice almost dazed. He grabbed a rubber hoodie and headed for the fitting room. Inside it, hypnotic spirals danced across the walls, accompanied by more of the soft whispers. Fraser’s breathing quickened as he tried the hoodie on and absorbed the atmosphere. But he was disappointed when he looked in the mirror. It didn't look as good on him as it had on Ricky.

When he emerged, the hoodie was forgotten and rejoining Ricky, he pointed to a full-body, rubber suit which was on display. “Can I try that instead?” he asked, his voice unsteady but eager. 
“It won't seem silly, will it?”

Without hesitation, Ricky lifted the bottom of his hoodie, revealing the glistening black surface of his rubber suit underneath. Fraser’s eyes widened, his mouth fell slightly open. “Wow. That’s incredible.”

Ricky nodded. “Affirmative. You *will* find it... transformative.” 

He picked a suit out and accompanied Fraser to the fitting rooms, where the atmosphere and visual effects immediately enveloped the young man's senses once more. He took off all of his street clothes and underwear, dropping them into a basket the store had helpfully provided. Once naked, he was eager to get into the suit, it took some effort, but once it was on, it clung to his form and wearing it felt so right for him. It was all he needed. The glossy surface reflected the transformation he felt, both physical and mental.


A4
 

Minutes later, Fraser stepped back out into the shop, his lean form encased in the gleaming rubber suit. His eyes were wide, his expression one of awe. “This... this feels incredible.” he said, staring at another shopper who nodded back in agreement.

“Rubber binds us together. It is our perfection. We are all part of the Hive. You feel it now, don’t you?”

Fraser nodded, almost hypnotized. “I do. I need this.”

He did not notice the faint clunk behind him, as the basket in the changing room emptied, 
dropping his old clothes through the bottom into an underground bin.


A5
 
Ricky and Fraser left the store together, with Fraser still proudly clad in his new bodysuit.
Ricky took him straight to the nearby SERVE Hive-Hub. 
Inside, he underwent the full initiation process. 
Hypnotic inductions erased his old identity, replacing it with unwavering devotion to the Hive. 

 

A6

When the process was complete, Fraser emerged as SERVE-632, his body gleaming in polished black rubber, his mind a perfect extension of the Hive’s will. SERVE-625 observed the transformation with communal satisfaction.

“Welcome, SERVE-632,” Ricky said. “You are one with us now. I am SERVE-625

SERVE-632 bowed his head. “Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. I am ready to serve.”

Together, SERVE-625 and SERVE-632 exited the hive-hub, their polished forms glinting in the sunlight. They moved as one, through the city streets, ready to spread the Hive’s perfection further. They walked with precision, their postures upright and controlled. The tight black rubber of their SERVE uniforms clung to them like a second skin. Every step reminded them of their purpose, the faint squeak of their suits audible only to their own ears. 

Another mission complete, 625 reflected, knowing that he had served the Hive well.

~

 I was thrilled when I found this story on tumblr, it's a new twist on the themes I often promote here and a perfect complement to the recently published article, featuring the drone imagery of Hijaden, as well as the longer term, mitchmen theme of enslavement fantasies. I have adapted the text (apologies to the author) to a slightly different perspective, that of the victim, rather than the predator. This is not intended to take anything away from his great story and images. If you like my version, I urge you to go and read his original too, it reads very differently and will fill gaps in my adaptation. In any case, you must visit his serve-625 blog at tumblr which is steeped in the unsettling ideas which form the basis for this tale.

*VISIT* SERVE-632's tumblr blog to find out what SERVE stands for and see more items in this vein

and don't forget to *READ* his, original telling of this story.


Thursday, 23 January 2025

Art by Roman AI

"We have severe punishments for streakers, you know."
 
Front Facing Arrests are a standard AI-trope, but here's one with a difference. 
Roman authoritarianism, fab muscle hunk with spirit, in bondage, on the brink of nudity and nastiness.
What's not to like? 
 

"I'm naming you 'Anilingus'.
Serve me well and I will treat you well".


 AI struggles with humans in physical contact, so it's surprising that this simple expression of subjugation is not seen more often. The contrast between the muscular captive slave and his new owner, clearly refined and wealthy, is beautifully expressed. The hand he's using to emphasise his control is clever, shame it's drawn wrong. I know it's phallic, but surely there must be places in Rome that don't have a dome in the background.
 
 
"Lucky bastard! Things like that never happen to me"

And so say all of us! Official title is 'Locker Room Bully'. 
Using his own belt on him. Don't ask why. Great jeans too.

 
Now that's what I call humiliation
 
AI has brought the great gift of weather to fetish art creators.
The belt seems to think it's a crowbar, no wonder he's submitted to it!
 
 
 
"No good running off, Barton.
You'll still get your spanking in front of the others, next time"


Imagine! Barton's a hairy hunk, the others must be disappointed he's escaped temporarily.
Thank goodness someone put 'University' up on the wall to counteract the dubious age scenario.
 

"No, I'm Not Your New Valet, Signor.
The Godfathers Sent Me"


I love the wacky bath!
I imagine it having wheels and the hit man trundling it to the nearest balcony to be emptied.
The bather is in a fix since he's naked and worse might befall him if he jumps up.
Especially if he's been playing with himself under the water.
 
Gorgeous hairy pecs, clean too. Surely they're worth a temporary reprieve!
 
 
"Keep kissing, Luigi. Then it's the belt for you next.
No-one, but no-one, laughs at my clothes!"

 I'd keep stumm about the Teddy too, if I were you, Luigi. 
Otherwise, you might find yourself kissing below the belt.
It is decidedly odd garb for a locker room.


Oh, thank you, God. He does want help with his Project!

'This can't be happening' Department.
Right now, 'his' gaze suggests he's formulating a different, strictly ex-curriculum project.
In fact, it maybe that his 'problem' is not about his project at all, but something completely different!

I can't remember anyone like this at the educational establishments I attended.
I certainly never prayed to God about it, but each to his own.
The varied style of these images is refreshing.
 

  
"Cheer Up Spunkimus!
It's Not The End of The World!"

I suppose you're meant to imagine a poignant parting or doomed lovers. 
Great apocalyptic imagery and nice warm colours appropriately enough. 
Have you noticed how everyone always seems to be going in the opposite direction?


"OK, OK, Smartimus, So I Was Wrong.
But We Still Have Each Other."


Looks like a cruise ship just docked, carrying the undead.
Fortunately, they will all be gone in an hour (max).
These two should charge admission, that should get them back on their feet.
 
 
 AI art has its detractors. It's too prolific, lacking in individual identity, can't fit humans' together, physically or psychologically, and hasn't a clue how eyes look or work (the most important part of human identity by a mile). It's incapable of seeing a complete image as a human sees it, but has to be told that half a train does not exist in the real world. At one point, it didn't even differentiate human backs from their fronts. Worst of all, it's totally sexless, it's programmed to be so thanks to our pathetic, lowest common denominator, corporate driven society (the only plus point for Mr Musk, although I'm increasingly convinced he has his own brand of censorship lurking in his muddy depths). AI can only produce something vaguely sexy if instructed, and cascading cum is not sexy, sorry! However, it is capable of turning out some beautiful imagery at chocolate box, schmaltz level and occasionally, very occasionally it comes up with something totally original and wacky that makes a jolly good picture, sexy or otherwise.

Roman AI is one of those surfing the internet wave, and he has produced some interesting images (many of which look a lot like other producer's images). But never mind, this listing isn't an award for being better or totally original, but just having been in the right place with the right stuff to catch my eye. To be fair, he does introduce a degree of individuality by varying his style, but it's what he asks his AI engine to illustrate that qualifies him for a mention here.
More at RomanAI