AI art by hongd542

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Guys out on the town? Rowdy tourists embarrassing their friend?

Or is this a 'crack abduction' team scooping up fresh meat for the Black Market?

(Quite a chunky piece of meat at that)

There's a touch of affection in the rubbing of cheeks, which fits both scenarios.

You can decide for yourself because hongd542 doesn't give his pictures titles.

 

 

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There's no such ambiguity in this image, despite the AI-misspelling.

You might wonder, though, if it means 'lonely slave' or 'lone slave'. 'Loan slave' even?

He doesn't look entirely dismayed by all the uncertainty about his future.

Or the complete lack of interest in him from passers-by, for that matter. 

 

The combination of modern shoes and lowly loin cloth implies a modern man put in his place 

So, be careful what you wish for!

 

(Those unusual tit tags look as if they might be painful - decorative or labels?)

 

 

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 The theme of public humiliation continues with a guy getting a spanking in the park

Or perhaps he's just telling his muscular buddy about last night's date that went wrong.

If so, there's a small impact 'flash' that suggests he's getting in on the fun.

The direction of the hand prints suggests a wheel-barrow position at some point. 

 

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Is this a romantic night in for a bondage-loving couple?

Or is it another example of an unexpected outcome to a casual pick-up - or for a burglar?

In the latter case, the romantic treatment might feel decidedly spooky.   

Perhaps the guy has simply just been 'purchased' 

and needed a good bath after all the handling he got in the saleroom.

 

The packaging of the captive's tackle in a net for his dip is sexy, 

although it's uncomfortably reminiscent of brussels sprouts in the Supermarket.

The red ribbon completes a Christmassy feel about this image*.

 

*Perhaps an idea for 'A Christmas Criminal, Mark2', when the hapless villain returns to the scene of his unsuccessful crime, hoping to do better and not get spanked again. As if I'd allow that!

 

5

I suppose this might be called 'You're in the Army Now' 

Teaching an inexperienced man how to shoot does entail a semi-intimate phase when the instructor gets down beside the novice to show him how to hold and aim his weapon. I have to say that this particular weapon seems to require a very unorthodox sighting position - at the side rather than in line, so a good deal of advice might well be needed. 

 

The instructor might 'sign off' innocently with a friendly buttock touch or a tap to show his approval of the soldier's progress. However, but his splayed fingers here don't really fall into the 'chummy' encouragement category. The look on the instructor's face suggests they weren't meant to be, either. Presumably those splayed fingers are moving. The recruit's expression is a sort of shocked surprise, but his lifted foot, slightly girly, might be taken as an indication that he's getting a kick out of the attention and personal instruction and all it implies. 

 

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Hong revisits the 'Take Your Aim' theme in a number of army images. This one seems to show the moment when the greenhorn realises that the Sergeant's friendly encouragement was not just about his prowess with an automatic rifle, but about his openness to other forms of shooting with his bullseye being the prime target. This area of the male body is of great interest to this artist and features in a good many of his images, but not to the exclusion of other, private parts.

 

 

7

 This anime-style variation on the 'target' theme takes a humorous track, with the shooter resting his weapon on his captive's buttocks. Ideally it would rest in his V-crack, but AI isn't always that obliging. The prisoner looks conscious of his obligation to hold his buttocks steady, or maybe he's worrying about being first in the line of fire. 

 

You might well ask why he's been stripped naked by his captor, this doesn't seem an ideal spot for a bit of creative, bondage fun or for a severe interrogation. But perhaps he isn't a prisoner of war at all, but an escaped hostage who will be eager to show his gratitude to his rescuer at a convenient pause in hostilities. 

 

8

AI has an ability to fortuitously deliver sexy results with physically impossible imagery. The great Tom of Finland was a master of this technique. Here AI has created the impression of the physician standing between the patient's legs, even though he's lying on a bed or couch of some sort. However, no-one could complain about the result of a cock brushing against his groin. 

 

The standard opening remark of a Doctor, 'What can I do for you?' has all sorts of possibilities here, although I suppose there isn't too much doubt about where the problem is. In real life the patient might wish for a downsizing, but in porn his problem is one that the Doctor would be eager to accommodate.

 

AI has gifted us a strikingly sexy patient here, the creases of his wet-looking T-shirt are fascinating although the pink nipple showing through is overkill. His amazing bush of pubic hair sends a male message too, although it cries out for shaving to me, maybe that's what they are discussing!

 

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More Hong in my next post

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.

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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

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.

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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.

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.

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 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.

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

Diplomatic Language

AI image generated by 'muscle and boots'

caption by mitchmen

Spanking Art by Stonecrooze

Stonecrooze - Adrian's Ass Whuppin'

'Adrian' gets to open this collection of spanking miscellanea by Stonecrooze, chiefly because he's a chunky lad with flaming ginger hair. His knee-high socks hint at an equally interesting connection with a contact sport, meaning that he's not averse to pain and well able to look after himself.

 

This is not an easy physique to balance on one's knees in reality, let alone an art construct, but this depiction is pretty convincing. Stonecrooze's art is crisp and colourful, uncluttered and easy on the eye. The subject matter is familiar, with fanciful exaggerations that reveal an appreciation of meaty men. He approaches their ordeals with dry wit and humour.

Stonecrooze -Cell Mates

We tend to think of 'mates' as being friends, but the word also covers involuntary associations such as shipmates, teammates etc and both types come with boundaries and rules. Sharing a room with a complete stranger usually means 'the rules' are set by the stronger one of the pair. In prison, there's a risk of being thrown together with someone who finds that being a big fish in a tiny pond can be satisfying in ways that go beyond simply keeping good order.

This unfortunate man may have fallen foul of an unexpected housekeeping rule, like being untidy. Or he may have been indiscreet about something much more serious, like smuggling contraband. Being punished for it in such a ritualistic, humiliating way, however, is not the norm, suggesting it probably won't be the last time he goes bottom up across his cellmate's knee. Stereotypically in prisons, sex is the pitfall for the innocent, not spanking, but I wouldn't rule out that being the dessert course for him.

Stonecrooze -Cowboy Trip To The Barn

You don't expect cowboys to be easy prey for spankers either, but you do expect ranches to be populated by strong personalities. This image accommodates that viewpoint with a distinct sense of resistance and struggle on the part of the intended victim, impeding the would-be perpetrator of rough justice. Despite his determined expression, the rosy cheeks indicate that he is fighting a losing battle, which is the way it has to be in these fantasies. It shouldn't be too easy, nor so hard as to discourage a repeat performance when the opportunity arises again.

Stonecrooze -Field and Stream

An idyllic scene, one man, his dog and fishing rod, enjoying nature's bounty and getting up close and personal with it. Going commando is not without risk of discovery, even in the remotest terrain, and it looks like he and his dog have both detected an intruder. Let's hope it's a deer and not a game-keeper, because he's put himself in a tricky position if he's poaching.

You don't have to be a spanking fan to like looking at men's bums, and they often look even more attractive when they are the only part of the body that can be seen. That is, when they are bracketed by clothing, that has been raised or lowered, emphasising the incongruous absence in-between. Wading in water creates a similar, truncating, thigh-magnifying effect, with the added frisson of icy cold liquid splashing over unprotected, private parts from below. 

 

Stonecrooze has gone for broke here by adding in canvas waders and if you've ever experienced wading through water in such a garment (or even just in wellies) you'll know that the strange sensation it produces, of being immersed but not immersed, is justifiably part of the lexicon of erotic experiences.

Stonecrooze -House Rules

One of the delights of this artist's work is that his characters are fully grown men, which means that the spanking action takes place between equals in physical and emotional terms. But that does not necessarily mean they are complete equals in every respect. House Rules sounds rather parental, but the recipient here is clearly old enough to prevent their application to him if he chose, he could even walk away from them.

 

We don't know why he hasn't, but now he discovers that a hand slapping your buttock feels no less painful when you're a grown man than it did at a more tender age. The attendant humiliation of submitting to it is a hundred times worse. Stonecrooze's image catches beautifully the tide of rising misery in the victim's face, but I couldn't resist drawing that out further with my caption. Apologies to the artist if it offends!

Stonecrooze -Paddle Camp

There are a variety of possible interpretations of this scene. Taken literally, the title suggests a sort of spanking festival organised by the fraternity in a spot that's remote enough to provide privacy, with random acts of domination meted out to relatively eager campers. 

 

However, it reminds me irresistibly of those early pictures of Tom of Finland where a young man is caught trespassing on private land or skinny-dipping where it's not allowed and punished on the spot. In this case, I see an irregular solo camper being taken to task for pitching his tent in a picnic area. Fortunately, the Ranger spotted him before spectators arrived to make things awkward.

 

Stonecrooze - Playing Doctor

A Doctor who looked like this in real life would have a queue of gay patients lining up outside his door, and were it not for the steely look in his eye and the pot of lube on the table this might be taken for a perfectly innocent, professional consultation. A selection of paddles line the wall, but I've not worked out what the other objects lying on the table are. They suggest that this patient is going to get a combination of interesting therapies. He looks like he can take it.

 

 

Stonecrooze -Full Dose

 

These days, people are more and more inclined to take charge of their own treatment, with the assistance of Doctor Google. It must be very frustrating for their regular clinicians. We can imagine this man urging the Doctor to give him the 'full dose', perhaps not imagining that in this clinic it's not a miracle drug but a giant paddle. He should have taken more notice of what's on the wall. The Doctor's mask makes sure that no unprofessional thoughts on his part are given away, but there must be times when the chance of paying-back an awkward customer is extremely satisfying.

 

 Open-back surgical gowns are often unsatisfactory as erotic clothing, despite signalling a naked body hidden inside with easy access available, perhaps it's a little too easy to be sexy. Stonecrooze makes the best of it here, and arguably the revelation of tight, white underwear underneath the gown is sexier than complete nudity would be.

Stonecrooze -Set His Ass On Fire

In the AI-age, fetish imagery is getting more and more realistic, but it often produces a surreal edge that enables the cartoonist to sneak in embellishments that convey things that are felt rather than seen without it seeming incongruous. Like the fiery pain of an ass that really is being seriously paddled, not just participating in a pretence. 

 

The smoking bum is amusing, but the marvellous, graphic expression on the burly recipient's face here is priceless. It combines surprise with indignation and a blossoming change of mind, making it clear that it's no laughing matter as far as he is concerned. That makes it funnier of course and the burly build with a hint of sporting pedigree (rugby, I hope) somehow makes it seem like a well-deserved comeuppance even though we haven't a clue what he's done to deserve it, nor why he's agreed to take it. His red hair and flushed face make a witty connection with the unforgettable experience.

 

 

Stonecrooze -Spank him like a Ketchup Bottle

A fair amount of this artist's work simply combines sexy pictures with amusing captions. In this case, he aptly exploits the colour of the hunk's hoodie. Those white, stretchy underpants would stop most of us in our tracks anyway, but the thought of turning him upside down to empty him out, down to the last drop, is alluring indeed! I'd make him take his smelly socks off first, though.

 

 

Stonecrooze -We Can Settle This Here

The Cop who administers summary justice to offenders over the bonnet of his patrol car is a well trodden road in gay fetish art. Etienne composed a mini-series on the subject - Night Patrol, and there was a classic spanking video from the 90's (?), in which the unfortunate is taken to a barn, stripped and fiercely belted. It used to be a resident feature on sites like this. Stonecrooze's contribution to the genre is an offender with punk-like, militarily-cropped hair who does not submit willingly to the indignity of a semi-public spanking and a muscular cop (ready equipped with a thick paddle) determined to make sure he does, turning up a backside that truly deserves to be described as moon-like.

 

Stonecrooze - Whooped Farm Boy

When the spanking is over, the chastened farm boy corrects his dress,

 delicately avoiding abrasive contact with the seat of his jeans.

The pain will subside quicker than the humiliation.

The lesson, should last longer, but we may get lucky!

A simple adaptation of an already sexy image.

 

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