Art by 'Jockinbignikes' 2 - The Milking Factory

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Jockinbignikes - Billy, Specimen #115

 This is the closest this artist comes to showing us the extraction arrangements at his milking facility, which has a high-tech, lab-rat slant. The hunks are pre-treated to make them spontaneously produce voluminous quantities. They are not even required to undress, in fact it's so spontaneous, apparently, that they don't get the chance to. I suppose straining their produce through sweaty shorts might add extra depth to the masculine flavours, but simply collecting the run-off at his feet seems a little crude. You can see it's all spotlessly clean, though!

 

Jockinbignikes - Jonas, Specimen #300 - U of M Collection

This snap of a different donor at work seems to confirm the improvised nature of the collection arrangements. Rather like scrambling for buckets and bowls when the roof start leaking. 

However, milk extraction without attaching any restraints or collection tubes to the donor is a revolutionary innovation in the Male Milk industry and will produce ripples of unease in certain quarters. This facility exploits the natural willingness of men to give their tackle a run out at the drop of a hat, and the 'free-range' technique must add authenticity to the end-product. 

Jonas, here, was recruited after being seduced in the locker-room by two operatives. He willingly entered the collection van in an already excited condition. So when 'the treatment' was administered to him there, it was pushing at an already open door, amplifying his already activated impulses. The snag (from the donor's point of view) is that once production has kick-started, it can't be stopped. The treatment has to wear off. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Shayne - Specimen #96

 

Men who entered the programme, confident in their manly prowess, soon discovered that the insatiable uncontrollable, chemical 'push' of the treatment they had been given, was exhausting. More than the insistent 'pull' of conventional extraction devices that were used on men in captivity, in fact. The pleasure of rapidly repeating climaxes soon decayed until they just wanted it to stop. There was no restraint to stop them leaving the facility, but non-stop ejaculations made it physically impossible. The usual downer afterwards was multiplied over and over again, draining them of all aggression, of the will to do anything at all, in fact.

 

Jockinbignikes - Big Dean, Specimen #657, Mobile Acquisition Unit

 In the early days of the programme, it was easy to pick out likely-looking studs in quiet locations. To persuade them to volunteer their services and enter the Mobile Acquisition Unit for the initial treatment. Once disabled by desire, they were spirited away to the Collection Centre. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Specimen #881, Dustin D, Horny Gym Jock

As disappearances mounted, men became more wary. But by then the Centre developed a portable device that was able to apply the treatment randomly in the street, without the need to waste time on persuasion and preparation. It kicked in almost instantly, effectively disabling the chosen ones with orgasmic ecstasy. They were usually only too willing to accept the offer of transport to somewhere they could hide and be looked after until the embarrassing outflow was stopped. They were not to know just how long it might take. 

Jockinbignikes -  Jett and Bo, U of M Collection, Mobile Acquisition

Impressed by the performance of Jonas (image 2 above) the scientists returned to the University of Michigan to see what else the Wrestling Club had to offer. Thanks to misleading accounts of the Milking Centre's activities, deliberately leaked into social media, many young men thought it would be an honour to be selected for the programme. Jett and Bo thought so for a few fleeting seconds after they realised they'd been 'had' by the pair of chicks they were chatting up. 

 Their pride lasted long enough to pose for this picture. It didn't feel quite so great as they staggered to the white van with their organs enlarging and raging uncontrollably, but the cheers of the crowd kept the euphoria going a little longer. Then the doors closed and their new life as milk beasts began. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Greg, Subject #199

It didn't take long for the Government to get involved in the programme. They saw all sorts of benefits, ranging from increasing fertility in the population to taking hypermasculine aggression off the streets. By the time word had got around about what was going on, they had authorised The Centre to conscript new recruits to the programme, whether they wanted to join or not. It was still selective, Greg was under surveillance for weeks. When they came for him in the gym and showed him his call-up papers, he knew he had no choice. Unfortunately, he also had a good idea of the rough ride he was in for.

 

Jockinbignikes - Chet, Specimen #225

 Sometimes the Police were drafted in to add extra authority for the reluctant ones. Chet had been something of a locker room bully, constantly belittling less well-endowed teammates. Eventually, one of them turned the tables, reporting Chet's impressive statistics to the Centre and earning himself a useful finders fee to put towards his education. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Frank, Specimen #127

Soon, dodging the cum draft became a national pastime, but the searchers were relentless in their pursuit of tasty hunks. Frank was too fond of the ladies to keep his physical assets a secret, but his big weakness was that he couldn't keep away from the gym. They caught him there with his pants down and since he was an evader, they cuffed him as a precaution before leading him out to the white van. Luckily, Frank's obsession with his own body turned out to be a great asset in his new role. 
 

Watch out for that mysterious white van in your vicinity!

More Jockinbignikes next time

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 This is also Milking Factory No 22, go to Milking Factory 23 (link pending)

 

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

for all other posts on the subject at mitchmen blog

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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'
 

AI art by hongd542 - Part 2

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 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.

 

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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.

(Uncaptioned Original)

As they say, there's no smoke without fire.

 

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more Hong542 in Part 3

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Crazy Cop Caps 14

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Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 1

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Regulars will know that I have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with shorts, so it didn't take much effort to fall for this hunky hiker, who seems to be wearing a pair made of leather, somewhat in the style of lederhosen. His wanderings have been interrupted by an unpleasant-looking character with a gun. 

He seems to think this is his territory. Freedom to roam? Bah! Humbug! 

 

This story is called 'Hill-Billy Elegy', which sort of prepares you for unprovoked nastiness. The young rambler is called Leo. It's a hot day, but it probably wasn't a good idea to make such a show of his amazing physique.

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Hillbilly number 1 is joined by another who looks an even more ugly character with an unhealthy lifestyle that probably hasn't done his brain much good. Leo is forced to kneel at gunpoint, presenting a delicious, submissive rear view to us. It might have caused him even more trouble if those emaciated rednecks were to catch sight of it. Luckily, they only want to grope him and make him strip naked. They take him to their camp, leaving his clothes and rucksack behind.

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Surprisingly, and disappointingly for us, their leader turns out to be an unkempt woman. I suppose the fact that there is a leader, and it's not just a bunch of violent thugs, might give Leo cause to hope. Especially as she is quite taken with him, a considerable improvement on her usual entourage. Unfortunately, she also sees Leo's good looks and impressive physique as a challenge.

 

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Leo is forced to fight her and suffers some humiliating treatment.

Great buns Leo!

 

 

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It's a painful experience for Leo. 

His dick is symbolically ground into the dirt, much to the delight of the gang, looking on.

 

 

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But Leo refuses to be a pushover, his muscles show their worth.

His dick also shows commendable resilience in the circumstances.

 

 

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Unsurprisingly, this doesn't go down very well. It's a contest he cannot win.

The woman responds to his lively dick by rubbing it with her fanny.

Leo defiantly rejects her.

 

 

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His fate is sealed anyway, they tie him to a whipping post.

You can see the gory results at Deviant Art (link below).

The woman gets sexual revenge too, in the only way she can,

(there's a clue in the image below)

 

 

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When the lash of the whip and sexual humiliation is finally ended,

Leo is taken away to a shed. He soon realises that this is not the end of his torment.

You can probably guess from this picture where it is all heading.

A traditional Homoeros fate awaits him.

 

 

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A Sheriff finds him traumatised but still alive.

Someone reported Leo missing, and his abandoned possessions were found on the trail. 

Great story.

I have omitted most of the imagery relating to Leo's torment, which is very explicit.

You can see much of it at 'Homoeros - Hill-Billy Elegy' at Deviant Art,

(plus more if you subscribe).

 

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Some more interesting Homoeros titbits........

 

 

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A young slave, kept naked in chains by his master, looks up,

 wondering what is going to happen to him next.

 

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The young men of Homoeros, like Leo the Hiker in the story above, often have a slightly unreal, fragile attractiveness. Some of that is due to the blond hair and blue eyes. This young man by comparison looks startlingly real and startlingly cute as well. It would be a cold master indeed who could not feel some sort of emotion towards him.  

As is often the case, the artist has only given him a number - 941.

The fate of prisoner 941 is reserved for subscribers.

 

 

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This image shows yet another young man who has been crucified in the middle of a vast yard. This is a regular situation in the world of Homoeros, but his free pages don't always reveal his inner thoughts about what is happening here. 

 

A man in military attire stands before the helpless victim and seems to be remonstrating with him. His arms wide pose, mirroring the victim's plight, seems full of psychological significance. Earlier pictures suggest the victim had a role as a groom and a cosy relationship was developing with this superior officer.  So this could be a distraught lover sharing his sorrow - or prolonging the anger of their break-up. It could be a friend lamenting his foolishness. A Commanding Officer justifying his hard decision. A regimental bully mocking his misfortune. Whatever the case, the inclusion of this second character makes the image so much more interesting than the isolated victim dying alone.

 

 

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Here, Homoeros imitates the famous homoerotic images of "Fred with Tires", substituting a typical character of his own as the model. The mechanic in his overalls is a much-loved male sex object. It's traditionally been a strictly masculine job, and the mystery of what might lie hidden beneath the shapeless, workman's overalls is tantalising. As a second layer, the glimpses revealed if partly open are emphasised, somewhat like the cowboy's chaps. 

 

Homoeros has chosen a zip fastening for his Fred's overalls. It's much more convenient than buttons for revealing glimpses, but it can have a mind of its own once released. If your hands are occupied with carrying heavy tyres, it's a dilemma whether to put them down to stop it or hope for the best. We can see almost down to his mechanic's cock, and more revelations below the hip seem imminent. His face is a picture of indecision, but have to content ourselves with the amorphous bulge in his crumpled overalls.

 

 

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These images acknowledge the muscularity needed to heft these heavy tyres.

Shiny perspiration and the dropped top tell us just how hot he is (as if!). 

 

Homoeros skates round the inconvenient reality

 of where all the material in the top half ends up, when it's dropped.

 

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The same zip still seems to be causing problems in this, outside of work, situation.

We don't know if the lowered garment was already in this position when authority intervened. 

Men do all sorts of things in quiet back alleys, and 'Fred' looks as if he's been caught out. 

 

His hands are placed submissively behind his back, but they don't seem to have been cuffed yet. Modesty might have been a more appropriate response to the challenge.

Unless, he's been ordered to stand this way, that is.....

 

The cop's muscularity and relaxed pose is nicely captured,

but his jeans suggest he's not a cop at all.

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Whatever 'Fred' was up to in the alleyway, he probably didn't anticipate this outcome.

It doesn't look like a regular Police Station, however, and Fred still doesn't look restrained. 

That suggests he's been intimidated or blackmailed into trying the horse out.

His current state might be described as 'dismayed'.

 

This horse doesn't have a particularly sharp 'wedge', but I'm not sure that it makes much difference after the first five minutes astride it. Having the legs raised at the back makes for a more precarious balance and shifts the discomfort forward, but probably doesn't add much to it. 

(in legs down mode, weights are sometimes attached to amplify the effect).

 

For more wedges at mitchmen, click on the 'Riding The Wedge' label below this post.

 

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More Homoeros highlights in Part 2

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.