AI art by MaxMini

 

MaxMini - A muddy slave being scrubbed clean after work

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MaxMini - A muddy slave being scrubbed clean after work

 

This video is a refreshing glimpse of a slave being treated well, he is scrubbed clean by an attendant, after a hard day's work in the fields or the stables. 

 

MaxMini - Slave Pulling a Cart

 Men pulling carriages, like ponies turn up fairly regularly in S&M collections and there's a well-known photo by AMG that I used recently. However, this for me is a more interesting, more serious take. The military uniform of the cart driver seems to imply that this slave is a POW. Although this artist is interested in slaves as objects of desire, he portrays them as physical workers.

 

MaxMini - Slave Carrying Rocks Uphill

This is an example of the kind of hard labour envisaged. 

After a day in a dusty quarry, he'll need that wash-down. 

 

All the images shown here are represented by short videos at the artist's website (link at foot of post) 

 

 

MaxMini - Slave Pulling A Chariot

 Cart pulling adapted to a Roman context in front of an audience. It's not clear if this is a form of punishment, part of a race or pure entertainment for the crowd.

 

MaxMini - Slave Ploughing a Paddy Field

There's a predominantly oriental flavour to this artists work so it's not surprising for him to depict a typical oriental scenario like this. I'm not clued up on the science of cultivating paddy fields, but I think they use oxen normally. Big beasts! The water obviously elevates the intensity of the labour. 

 

If this were the work of a western artist, he might attract flak for the stereotypical straw hat, but it's obviously authentic. 

 

MaxMini - Video of Pec Manipulation
 

The artist's interest in pecs, depicted as sensual, near-worship in the video at the top of this post, morphs into something more serious in a long series of videos featuring a post bound slave being tormented in a variety of ways with fingers and in more exotic ways. 

 

MaxMini - Pecs and Pins

 

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Art by Darksitesm82

 

Bango 136 by Darksitesm82

 

This artist shows that you don't need AI if you have photoshop skills and a great imagination. That plus a supremely sexy base image, tantalisingly cropped. 

 

Worker01-44 by Darksitesm82

Another straining physique teleported from a sporting event to eternal purgatory. The title is a reference to a base image which lacks the embellishment with multiple torments. 

 

Slave Line-Up* (ae022) by Darksitesm82

Many of this artist's images have this blurry, art finish, but the inventiveness of the scenario is crystal clear. 

 

Consolation* (arr0032) by Darksitesm82

An innocent gesture from a sporting competition becomes an encounter with deeper meaning and true pathos when placed in the context of muscle slavery.

 

Bango 01-025 by Darksitesm82

These images are reminiscent of the old Chained Muscle site which I think is gone now, although I have come across attempts to revive it.

 

Desert Trek* (bs00-001) by Darksitesm82

Another variation on the popular 'Slave Train' theme (see labels at foot of post for more). The splendid horseman has been borrowed from a movie, he looks like a Star Wars character. I might have gone to see one if they had scenes like this. More desert walker than Skywalker. 

 

Are We There Yet?* (t004-0007) by Darksitesm82

This one clearly isn't a trek across a desert, but a jaunt through a jungle, which puts different pressures on the sweaty unfortunates in tow. 

 

Roman Punishment* by Darksitesm82

When Romans get you, you know a cross is likely to feature at some point if you misbehave. It certainly makes a great display device for your knick-knacks. 

 

Slave Uniform* (es00-0001) by Darksitesm82

The jock must always be cut low enough to give a glimpse of the contents without spilling. Most recruits need posture training so they don't get above themselves.

 

Shopping Trip* by Darksitesm82

Whenever I sent my husband to buy groceries at the market he always came back with something that wasn't on the list. 'Just thought it would come in useful' was his usual excuse. 

Sometimes it did!

 

Slave Training* by Darksitesm82

When s slave looks you in the eye, you know he's going to cause problems, but you have to admire their spunk. I insist.

 

Heave Lads!* (ms112) by Darksitesm82

Still not in paid employment, but at least they're not on benefits.

 

Imagine The Scene by Darksitesm82

Tony decided he'd never understand women.

~ 

*my titles where Darksitesm82 didn't specify one.

Darksitesm82 posts on DeviantArt

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Mercenary Nick - Part 1

 Day 1

 

At first, everything went exactly to plan. I travelled to the capital on a normal commercial flight and booked into my hotel without any trouble. Our contacts had arranged a room that overlooked the head-quarters of The Organisation, which I had been sent to penetrate and destroy. 

 

I freshened up with a shower and changed into my combat pants, ready for action that evening, then I took up position at the window and observed the comings and goings. My plan was to wait until midnight and then enter through a service door at the rear, which it had been arranged would be left unlocked for me. 

 

1

 

Night had begun to fall, and the office staff were leaving, but the real work of the Organisation would continue after the exodus, in the so-called 'Orange Rooms' where they would be interrogating suspects, out of sight. Many of our men had gone through those doors and never been seen again. I was about to risk joining them. A cold shiver ran up my spine, but I quickly dismissed the negative thought.

I rang Room Service for a snack and while I waited and diverted myself by wondering if it would be brought by a handsome waiter in a cute, tight-fitting outfit. There was time for a little relief before I commenced my mission. Or so I thought. But when I answered the knock on the door, I found four, ugly goons waiting outside. They barged in, seized me and took me down with professional ease. I felt the sharp stab of a needle in my neck and within seconds lost consciousness.

 

Day 2

 

2

When I woke, I was stretched out on a bare table with my wrists handcuffed above my head and my feet shackled together. Above me, an orange light burned. My stomach immediately churned with fear as I realised where I was. Beside me, an interrogator was already waiting, stroking my body appreciatively, like a trainer examining a fine stallion or a butcher selecting his meat. 

His touch was ice-cold and I shuddered. 

 

 

3

Seeing that I was awake, he introduced himself with the strange, polite formality that still persists in that part of the world. He explained that he was searching my body for hidden electronic devices, adding that anything he found embedded beneath my skin would be prised out with his favourite tool - a commonplace screwdriver. He showed it to me, wondering if I might like to direct him to the hiding places and so avoid unnecessary pain.

 

 

4

I had no hidden devices, I was totally alone. But he would expect me to say that, so I stayed silent and tried to prepare myself for indiscriminate butchery. He laughed as if reading my fear and swapped the screwdriver for a brush-like scanner device. It would detect and disrupt any electronics, he said, but as it passed scratchily over my body I was subjected to burning stabs of electricity that seemed to pepper my flesh like shotgun pellets. I'm ashamed to say that I cried out in pain and surprise. 

That seemed to please him.

 

 

5

Then suddenly he stopped and said, “Ah, what have we here?” 

“Nothing!” I gasped through the pain, as he crushed my seared pectoral with his tools. 

He looked at me and nodded, registering my first moment of weakness. Then he proceeded to probe the area with his tools for several minutes, in search of subcutaneous gadgetry that didn't exist. I squirmed in agony, anticipating the crude rupture of my flesh. But he was just playing games with me, eventually he laughed, then put down his tools and left, saying that he would send someone else to examine my inner cavities. 

 

 ~ 

 I can hardly bear to describe what followed. After a long wait stretched out, shivering on the table, a man dressed like a Doctor came to me. He put his hand and various instruments into my mouth to search inside. Then he pulled down my pants and repeated the process between my legs. I could feel him inside me. My ears and eyes and even my penis were probed by his instruments. His searches were both thorough and lengthy, but there was nothing for him to find. Eventually, he left.

 

After he'd gone, it wasn't long before the guards took the opportunity to assess their new prisoner and gloat. Multiple invasive humiliations followed, peppered with slaps and punches, long into the night. I had sampled many such things during my training, but now discovered that even the most determined of my instructors had not to managed to simulate the profound depths of sleazy, violent lust unleashed on me that night. When they finally tired of abusing my unresisting body, they abandoned me to exhaustion. But there was little chance of sleep for me, tightly restrained on the hard table. 

Just the dismal knowledge that I was quite, quite alone.

Day 3

 

 

6

Early the next morning, I was released from the table and taken to another cell, where I was strung up by my wrists. There the guards soused my body with water, cleaning away the residue of their abuse.

A short time later, my original interrogator returned. 

 

He made his intentions clear by knocking me off my feet with a hard punch in the solar plexus before even a word had been spoken. The blow caught me by surprise and I collapsed in great pain. But as I tried to get back on my feet, fearing he would start kicking me, he grabbed my hair and held me down, ridiculing my attempts to stay strong.

 

He said he expected me to stay loyal to my unit, but assured me that eventually I would break and talk. His arrogance re-kindled my resistance, as he knew it would. He told me the higher I rode, the further I would fall - for fall I most certainly would.

 

 

7

The guards hauled me back to my feet using the wrist chains, so I was virtually hanging, standing on tip toe, fully stretched. The interrogator taunted me once again, introducing my torturer, black-clad and armed with a whip. I contemplated spitting in their faces, then thought better of it, only to chide myself for my cowardice. 

 

When the first lash of the whip landed squarely on my back, it was almost a relief. I had been trained for this and knew how to endure it. But my training also told me, from the first blow, that my torturer was using a heavily weighted one. The sheer force of its impact jolted my body. I would have been knocked down if not for the restraints digging into my wrists. I sensed he was an expert with his weapon too, and he proceeded to prove it as he whipped my helpless body with a slow, measured pace. He spaced each blow, allowing none of the searing, penetrating pain to be submerged by over-enthusiastic overlays. Despite my agonised bucking and twisting, he made not a single miss-hit. 

 

Eventually the interrogator, who had been watching my performance closely, signalled the torturer to stop. He asked if I was ready to talk, but it was a formality, we both knew that. There was a long way to go. He simply nodded at my silence and left me hanging to contemplate the raging pain of my ravaged back. I watched the whip man cleaning his weapon as best he could, feeding its suppleness with oil, so it was ready to embrace another body, probably mine again. He looked at me occasionally as he worked, showing neither emotion nor pity. I imagined he was measuring me against all the other men who had danced under his fiery kiss. 

 

Eventually, he carefully wound his whip up and packed it into its bag. He left me, hanging alone in the darkened cell and there I stayed until nightfall was announced by the return of my lecherous guards who silently pawed my weary body and bathed my wounds with their rasping tongues. 

 

~ Continued in Part 2 ~

Leather Art by Nerone - 1

Nerone - CP1 Man Tied to a Chair

From Nerone's Perv Catechism Series:- featuring simple imagery, a refreshingly mature subject and a naughty, teasing glimpse of hairy undercarriage that makes you wonder what you are really looking at!

 

Nerone - CP3 Man Tied and Kneeling

 

Another, unvarnished visualisation of manhood with a tang of Tagame about it. 

The hint of socks makes his nudity more apparent, the kneeling an attempt to hide it.

 

 

Nerone - CP4 Man in Chastity and Chains

With his neatly trimmed hair and beard,

 this man seems to belong to the world of commerce rather than a dungeon. 

His hands are secured to a wall ring that would safely berth a Supertanker,

the padlock and manacles making the connection being equally emphatic. 

 

The chastity jock enclosing his tackle is no less compromising.

The design eliminates any chance of outside interference.

Except by the privileged holder of the key to that tiny padlock. 

 

 

Nerone - CP28 Man Subbing His Sub With Crop

Nerone's simple black and white, sketchy technique and the realism of his depiction of the participants disguises a very frank illustration of S&M applied to a sub's undercarriage.

 

 

Nerone - CP52 - Man Domination and Worship

 There's a nice sense of play in this image, with the 'sub' unresisting both to the gloved, hand-gag 

and also to the leverage on his body, exposing him to a 'vampire' kiss on the neck.

 

 

More Nerone in Part 2

See more Nerone at his blog (inactive)

Mitchell is on holiday, Holiday Tip No 9

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 1

Away from the pressures of daily routines,

the body can rest and the brain roam freely

But it's not advisable to fall asleep in the sun.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 2

Beach etiquette (and parenting) are not what they used to be.

But hey! There are worse things in life than mischievous kids.

(But where did they learn about sounding?)

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 3

This lazy day at the beach is starting to become a fetish experience!

First playful burial turns out to be inescapable restraint 

and now, exotic and painful nip' nips come out of the blue 

(or should I say, the sand?)

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 4

That little blighter isn't going to let go of his succulent nipple anytime soon

and our hero's struggles have only managed to liberate his nether regions.

producing an embarrassing display of assets 

That red flag is looking more and more like one of those signs

they stick into sandwiches at a buffet, 'come and eat me' they say.

This offering knocks a curled-up ham sandwich into a cocked hat.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 5

It isn't long before some men in search of liquid refreshments pass by.

 They gather round to investigate and quickly find this pump is fully primed.

They need no further invitation.

Like I said, beach etiquette is not what it used to be.

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 6

Surrounded by sun-tanned hunks, it's hard for a man to resist
The red flag says you shouldn't go in but they feel their way, 

and once you're in, you're in.
Watch out for grit lads! 

Beach Boner Art by Kien-Bhu 8

The wave of fun-lovers recedes as quickly as it came in

leaving him drenched with a sudden summer shower of semen.

By the time he gets his breathe back, they've all gone, feeling peckish.

Leaving the beach boy still stuck in the sand, with sand stuck to him.

It might occur to him at this point that the starfish and octopus around him imply that he's within the high tide line and unless he extracts himself from the sand, he may find himself in a dangerous situation which may be exciting but only fetishistic if it's happening to someone else. 

~

Kien-Bhu is on Deviant Art (a nice, big gallery, but not explicit)

If you search on his name (plus gay porn or similar) you can also find him on 

Instagram, Fur Affinity - and Patreon of course.

I have to own up to fiddling with this artist's work. No not like that! Well yes, that as well.

In his original, the kids draw cat's whiskers and a penis on the sleeping sun-bathers face, also the men who take advantage of him write 'whore' in the sand. I have edited these out because I don't like degradation of that sort, it's a step too far beyond humiliation. My apologies to the artist for debasing his art, but I hope he appreciates the free plug.

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Domination Art by Russ 3 Cops and Leathermen

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Russ - Cop Search

This scene is a perennial, favourite opening for a porn story, a cop searching a motorist whom he has just pulled over for some violation or another. His fingers go looking for incriminating evidence (or something) up between the suspect's legs. Cops in this era are Tom in Finland country, but for me this image has a sniff of Etienne about it, blended into Russ's eclectic but unique style. 

There's a classic video that opens like this with the subject dressed in sexy, khaki shorts which somehow make his search all the more invasive. Having established the suspect's suitability, the two men adjourn to a barn where the cop administers a fierce belting before... well, you know! I know it as The Barn but I don't know what the correct title is or who made it. Anyone know?

Russ - Cop Probe

When a cop's got you on the rack in a remote lay-by, things can happen that aren't supposed to happen - whether you like it or not. There's a trade-off in this story, just as there is in  Night Patrol by Etienne - sex in exchange for tearing up a ticket. In Night Patrol it's an act of appreciation (or a cruel joke) after the cops have had what they wanted, here it's an up-front deal, but the cop's clenched fist is a tell-tale sign that the suspect doesn't really have much choice. 

It's tempting to see the influence of Tom of Finland here, in the content and composition if not the style. His 'Highway Patrol' (Kake 22) was also published in 1980, and has a similar scene to this in it, except that it's the cop that gets some cum-uppance in Tom's story. 

It's also interesting to compare this scene with the climax of Night Patrol by Etienne. In that story the shafting of the suspect over the bonnet (hood) of the Police Car is spectacular but doesn't look quite 'right'. Russ adopts a less ambitious approach to depicting what is essentially the same scenario and while it doesn't capture the same sense of excitement, it's more convincing anatomically and sexually it's more intense. Penetration imagery in this era didn't usually show significant shaft length between the two men like this picture does. 

Russ - Cop Probe

After reneging on the ticket deal, the cop discovers his two victims are leather guys and have got teeth. Here he suffers the humiliation of being taken captive himself and having his uniform ripped open. More painful retribution will follow, but that's not all. It seems he has a evil, murderous reputation and the leather community decide to exact their own justice by taking him out of circulation. The eagle badge in this image represents their adoption of him and is a prelude to his new life of indefinite captivity and painful servitude.

Cops differ from other gay sex-icons like the Sailor, the Cowboy and the Superhero, in that they are not just figures of lust in their uniforms but threatening, all-powerful and unpredictable men to be feared. Gay porn usually provides a psychological palliative to that fear with the fantasy that they are (only) out for sex, but there's a greater satisfaction to be had in turning the tables on the truly nasty ones.

There's another of Russ's mouth-stuffing gags in this image. The moments he has chosen to illustrate for this story do not have the same energy as the earlier images in this series of mitchmen posts, but there is greater erotic intensity. He understandably uses solid black shading for the cop's uniform in these pictures and it produces marvellous effects in the cop's leather pants and boots, but is less successful elsewhere where it replaces subtle line shading and disturbs the visual balance.

Russ - Jones Beach 1

In 'Jones Beach' a young surfer becomes besotted by a vision in cut-offs and shades. This very 80's object of desire reacts aggressively to his attention, pouring homophobic abuse on the young man. However, that doesn't stop him from lingering with his admirer and coercing him into a sequence of humiliating and subservient acts that suggest a very different agenda.

Russ uses his softer, more realistic style here, capturing the open space of the beach with it's constant, lurking danger of discovery, not least by Police patrols. That threat makes the victim's predicament seem both frightening and exciting at the same time.

Russ - Jones Beach 2

Eventually, the surfer/swimmer is taken into the trees for an even more painful test of his admiration, out of sight of passers-by. It's already clear that his hero's homophobia is a front and having punished the hapless beach boy, he demonstrates that the gay ways he professes to despise are not entirely alien territory to him.

After he's taken his pleasure he leaves the surfer in the bushes, still tied up and bent over a bough. There he's visited and taken advantage of by those who haunt such places, including a cop. Eventually though, his new-found master does return to claim him in a happy ending with a twist.

Some of the detailing in this picture is quite remarkable - for example the bully's boots and the bough over which the victim is bent are graphic art of the highest quality. Notice the return also of the dangling gag.

Russ - White Water Run 1

These illustrations were provided for a story about a leather clubs motorcycle 'run' and they are focussed on the induction processes of that world. In this image a young, blonde acolyte is being trained in submission with some boot-licking practice. This is a similar scenario to the surfer training in Etienne's Road Kings. This trainee's "Gates of Hell" cock strap was a much advertised accessory in the 80's but they don't turn up in art very often, probably because they require a raging erection, but at least this cock is pointing downwards! 

The artist's depiction of the muscular, leather man here is a striking success, creating the impression of a firm, but benevolent master. There's some similarity to Tom of Finland's creations but this is a totally original and very perceptive image. The on-looker in the doorway is an existing slave in the story but you can imagine other scenarios, e.g. a buddy awaiting his turn to be trained (willingly or otherwise).

Russ - White Water Run 2

This domination image owes a lot to Macbeth with a more forceful boot worshiping scenario being enhanced by a variety of exaggerations of scale and drama. The big boots that typified Macbeth's work are given an extra cruel twist by Russ who adds pointed studs to the soles but he doesn't use the same crazy perspectives. His more conventional viewpoint produces a result that is less wild, less energetically aggressive but more intense. The heightened sexual flavouring (including the giant cock) is all his own work.

Russ - White Water Run 3

In this spit-roasting image Russ pays homage to another great artist of the 80's, the Hun. He's extracted one of that artist's typical scenarios and replicated the facial expression of the victim too, but the resemblance ends there. Russ has translated the scenario to the world of leather clubs rather than the Hun's preferred hunting ground of prisons and sleazy truckstops. Russ makes the man in the middle here more mature than the Hun's innocents too. He has used his own, more realistic figures and drawing style to recreate the erotic essence of The Hun's imagination.

Russ - Leather Man (cover for 'The Leather Journal')

This striking cover illustration is a decade on from the imagery Russ did for Larry Townsend and it's a more mature, accomplished style. I'm not 100% sure it's the same man but if it is, it shows considerable artistic growth. 

The spiky cartouche framing the subject is a modernistic, vaguely satanic expression of the fiery, hard passion (bordering on anger) that lurks within the Leather Man's soul. It's scarcely subtle but expressed  much less directly than the flailing belts and harsh domination that mark out the action pictures in this collection. There's an interesting construct where you might expect a motto to be that brackets, almost nudges, the sexual centre of gravity, depicted as a latent source of great erotic power, but temporarily restrained. This slightly mystical interpretation of the leather religion is contrasted with a meticulous depiction of his elaborate leather outfit and carefully trimmed hair, showing the more worldly, conforming, sometimes vulnerable dandy that is also part of this tribe's character. 

~

Russ has a unique style that draws heavily on the inspiration of the artists of his day, but the drama and passion that infuses his best images is probably better executed than any of them. There are glimpses of extremely accomplished draughtsmanship alongside more mundane imagery, but it's not easy to identify a recognisable, unifying style in an era which was rich in artists with unique signatures - The Hun, Macbeth, Sean, Cavelo, Etienne and Tom of Finland. This is perhaps why Russ has received less recognition than he deserves over the years since then.

There's no site for him as far as I know.

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Art by GreenzBamboo

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