Art by Steve Masters

Steve Masters - Wolf (1961)

This is one of Masters' most memorable works, imagining life in a prison. There's a strongly masculine flavour and a clear sense of who's who. Overlapping hands establish a connection between the prisoners (illicit for it's time). It can be interpreted as menacing ownership and exploitation - or secret tenderness. 

Masters often used words in his images to spin homosexual puns, but I confess the significance of 'Machine Shop' escapes me. 

 

Steve Masters - Convict (1961)

This convict image shows the flip side of the coin, with a heavily manacled convict being toyed with by the prison guards. It's from the same year (and the same thought process, judging by the prisoner's sexy, sagging pants in both pictures). 

The styling here is closer to Masters' trademark style, with geometric, conflicting and seemingly random lines creating a sketchiness (e.g. the guard's chest) but also a clothes layering effect with the suggestion of a bulging pouch inside the Guard's trousers. 

The ambiguity - is the prisoner expected to lick the Guard's feet or to service that bulge? - is reflected in the second guard's reaction, look at his left hand is doing.

 

Steve Masters -Bulkhead (1961)

This picture was often cropped in its day to focus on the two sailors in the background, undressing and hanging up clothes on a washing line. That playful cameo is framed by two more sailors in the foreground playing out a more serious game. 

At the right, a bare ass tar who stands, arms folded, as if he's waiting for his pants to dry on the line. He looks round, embarrassed and uncomfortable. It's as if he senses he's being eyed up and is uncomfortable about it. Below him, another sailor lounges. He winks at us conspiratorially, as if his catch is in his sights, but he's biding his time to land him. The title encapsulates his thoughts, one man's bulk, another man's head, an abbreviated pun. 

 The lounger still has his pants on, but the fly wide is wide open, revealing plunging abs and sexual intent. There's a substantial arousal within, which doesn't take much spotting, and there's an illusion of teasing detail in the folds. In the complexities of this drawing, these pants double up as very brief shorts, looking through different eyes.

Steve Masters - Fisherman and Frogman

 Steve Masters often drew men in bodysuits and tight-fitting clothes, so the 60s vogue for underwater exploration and adventure (Sea Hunt etc) naturally interested him. He's juxtaposed it here with another favoured theme - fishermen. 

 

In this curious image, the hands of the two men are again superimposed, establishing a mutual connection via the phallic, harpoon gun. The frogman's giant catch has a vaguely phallic look too, but there's nothing vague about the fisherman straddling the rudder of his boat. Not only is the post jammed suggestively between his cheeks, the tiller arm (unseen by us) sticks out between his legs towards the frogman.  The symbolism can be taken further to embrace the function of the tiller - determining the direction the fisherman wishes to take.

 

The Frogman's suit is decorated with a snazzy 60s design, which Masters generally did. That modernity contrasts with the timeless sexiness of the fisherman's skimpy singlet and drooping pants (with rolled up bottoms as per Royale fishermen for example). Low rise trousers were another 60s fad, a sexy rebellion against the high waists that had defined men's fashion for as long as anyone could remember. It culminated in a race to have the shortest zip, only 1" long.

 

Steve Masters - Scuttlebutt (1962)

Rough fishermen and a 'sailor' collide in this image too. It looks like it might be a fashion shoot being conducted on a working jetty. Despite his practical-looking sea boots and jeans, the sailor strikes a catwalk pose* which accentuates his backside. A seagull balances comically on his shoulder, presenting its backside threateningly.

 

* pre-dates the familiar Jim French/Colt image (below) 

Colt - Sailor with Ventilation (my title)

 The fishermen just ignore him, smoking and eating fruit from a phallic arrangement in their lunch boxes. The nearest one is depicted in a very traditional manner, with boots and cockleshell hat. His straightness is challenged by the words on the box he is sitting on. The other, smoking a pipe and with his captain's cap jauntily canted, looks more mature, except that his muscle vest is tight with snazzy 60s flashes and a design suggestive of a nautical Hell's Angels. He's totally naked below the waist - apart from tattoos. He has attracted the sailor's attention, they seem to be exchanging 'looks'.

 

The photographer watches all this closely. He is the modern equivalent of the artist drawing his model, a common device in gay images of this era to legitimise the admiration of a naked man. It may represent Masters himself, he was a fashion photographer.

"Scuttlebutt" means rumours or gossip, originating from a nautical term for the water cask on a ship where sailors would gather to drink and exchange information. The pun on butt is obvious with three on display in the picture, scuttle meaning 'to sink' is a sexy connotation but slightly obscure.

 

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View another Scott Master's fisherman at mitchmen 

 

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Steve Masters - False Alarm

More sailors at play. This isn't a particularly good copy, but it's an interesting example of Masters' visual innuendos. Here a naked matelot has been called upon to put out a fire by two of his shipmates. They seem to be giving a novice the ship's initiation rites, because the idea of a fire bucket (full of water or sand) catching fire is as ridiculous as the notorious glass hammer or tartan paint used to haze apprentices. 

 

However, the naive young novice has little choice and clumsily feeds the hose between his legs like a snake. The nozzle ends up looking like an extension of his dick. Aligned with the open fly of one of his tormentors, it also looks as if he's jerking him off, with the resulting fountain (not looking very much like water) dousing the fire. Another sailor watches the fun through a porthole. 

 

 

Steve Masters - Reveille (my title)

This looks like another hazing ritual. A young military recruit is suddenly awakened by a bugle blast and finds his bed surrounded by men in strange, sheer bodysuits, He looks around for help or an avenue of escape but one of them, (totally naked like him), is sitting on his legs, so he can't move. 

 

These pranksters have moved his bed in the night and placed it outside the captain's office. Inside, we glimpse miliaria - and a coil of rope that bodes ill for him if he doesn't co-operate. He is ordered to lay his head on the pillow, where it will be inches away from a dangling cock. The remaining two men are poised to explore his ass.

 

More Steve Masters to follow 

 

Steve Master's Biography  

 

Mike Miksche photo album 

Captive Combatants by BedVC太郎

BedVC - Combatants Lined Up, No 1

 I began this series of posts with some milking factory situations where the donors were all dressed in tight-fitting, bodysuits. The artist calls these characters 'Combatants' and they appear in dozens of his images. They seem to have a drone-like personality. Those above seem to be undergoing some sort of conditioning. There doesn't seem to be any physical restraint of them, but it doesn't look as if they are free to leave, either. There's evidence to suggest they don't want to, not just yet! 

 

 

BedVC - Combatants Lined Up, No 34

 The sense of treatment being administered is more intense here, with the men immobilised and bathed in violet light, requiring goggles to be worn. They are not so much suited up as enclosed in a tight, rubbery sheath. Multiple straps ensure an exceptional level of restraint, but one part of their bodies seems to be rebelling. An uprising, you might say. 

See also 'Muscular Zentai Men in Restraint, No 24' at 'X'

 

BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 13

The recruitment process for Combatants seems to be quite a daunting affair. You might imagine that putting on the suit for the first time would be quite exciting with the promise of being converted into a muscle hunk. This guy looks as if he's just found out it's not reversible. The gag-like face covering prevents him exercising his right to change his mind. The supervisor's evil grin suggests he's seen it all before.

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BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 50

 I assume that these volunteers have not just been dragged off the street, but seeing these images, you have to wonder. Or perhaps the glossy brochure glossed over just how challenging the transformation process is. The clingy bodysuit channelling the adaption must feel very exposing for a young man unused to public display. I dare say, there are members of staff that take advantage of the novices helplessness.

 

BedVC - Transformation into a Combatant No 63

Resistance is futile, but it's nice to see the new boy trying, it shows the sort of inner qualities the Combatants need. It'll end up safely corralled into total obedience, of course. His growing awareness of that outcome fuels his protests 

You'll see from the title that there are many other variants on this theme at the artist's Pixiv site (see foot of post). I'm not at liberty to illustrate the full extent here, let's just say that no blood is spilled, but other fluids are. If you plan to explore his offerings, I suggest you take a picnic and some tissues (or your preferred, mopping up material).

 

BedVC - Transformation of a Villain No 35

 

The rigours of the Combatant transformation process and the conforming nature of the men it delivers make it ideal for reeducating villains. Their inbuilt aggression can be re-channelled into useful combat qualities. This one's vain attempt to burst out of the restricting suit, that is also his ticket to eternal obedience, is quite symbolic. It's also rather sexy. His bulging lower body parts here are a little 'in yer face', so I've sanitised it as a precaution, there's a link below to the real thing. 

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I've done the same thing with some others further on.

 

BedVC - Combatants Compressed for Storage No 15

It won't have escaped your attention that the men emerge from the transformation procedure with their reproductive urges intact, nay enhanced. Once converted, therefore, the men are not sent off to barracks where they might be free to get into all sorts of testosterone-draining mischief. Instead, they are vacuum wrapped in pairs and put into storage, where their tensions and aggression can simmer indefinitely. 

 

In the image above, you can see that the proximity of a package-mate has raised an embarrassing sweat for one susceptible conscript.

The titling has lost a bit in the translation.

 

 

BedVC - Combatants Compressed for Storage No 44

 

This method allows entire platoons to be held in reserve for a rainy day at the front. I imagine their shared anticipation of being upgraded to black suits and unleashed on the enemy will be constantly nourished by the usual bawdy, barracks room chatter.  

 

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BedVC - Factory Wrapped No 44

The same technique can also be applied to disciplinary matters. A combatant guilty of misdirecting his carefully cultivated aggression gets a spell of solitary confinement so he can work it off in private. The comedown in isolation after that, with no warmth from his comrades to console him, is worse than a cold shower

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BedVC - Vacuum Packed No 17

 This wacky image is the natural extension of that thought process. It gives a whole new meaning to Army Surplus. It looks like this unwanted pair are en route to the Supermarket meat counter, where they will sit alongside the pork chops. Of course, there will be people who complain about the excessive packaging, but no-one wants meat that could have been interfered with.

 

 

BedVC - Two Guys Tied Together in Zentai Suits

 

 It's already obvious that the tight design of these bodysuits causes them to seek out every crevice in a man's body and bring out it's more prominent features. At the same time, their tactile qualities have a sensitising effect on said prominences. As a result, Combatants are normally stored side by side to avoid undue mutual stimulation. 

 

Tying two men together, face to face, therefore, seems to be a highly advanced form of training. Or interrogation, perhaps. "Spill the beans, Sergeant, or your buddy gets in the neck" (or somewhere like that). An exquisite torture that some people are very good at.

 

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There's an even more exquisite buddy torture at 'X'

The Factory of Self-Fellatio, No 32

 

Bed VC - Chris Redfield Bound

Chris Redfield and suspension bondage are two more favourites of this artist. Unsurprisingly, his familiar uniform has been transformed into a rubber equivalent by BedVC producing lots of manly sweat. The suspension keeps him out of the reach of most of his enemies, but it also means that his tackle protrudes. A well-placed rope ensures that it dangles and dribbles (hence my adults only sticker, which is painfully ripped off in the link below).

 

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BedVC - Chris Zentai Bound

It's almost inevitable that Chris would be forced to don a Zentai suit. It's body flattering qualities seem to have had their usual effect on him. The highlights on his underside are brilliant, although you get the nasty impression that there's a fire raging below, which he's about to be lowered into.

 

The suit's tendency to arouse also seems unimpaired in the uncensored image (linked below). However, it doesn't seem to have transformed Chris into a more formidable Combatant than he usually is. It hasn't made him obedient and docile either, fortunately, but he's still in a fix. 

 

The full image is brilliant!

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AI Images by BedVC太郎 who is on 'X'@exMtNHpo4oF9lzO

and on pixiv as user 4607635

 

More AI Art by BedVC太郎

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Milking Factory 25 by by BedVC太郎

see Milking Factory 24 by the same artist

uncensored link below

A line of 'combatants' are restrained in tight rubber suits on inclined beds. They are totally immobilised and enclosed. Masks control their air supply, able to stimulate pleasurable euphoria or calm sedation at the flick of a switch. 

 

Their cocks are enclosed in transparent sheaths with a compartment for their balls that extends back between their tightly bound legs. It produces a variety of erotically stimulating sensations that cause long spells of continuous emission between climaxes. The domes contain and suck away all their ejaculate for processing.

 

The operatives have friendly competitions to see who can bring about the longest edge or the most simultaneous explosions. It's exhausting and draining for the captives. Inside his sweaty suit, their commander agonises about the mistakes that led to their capture. 

 

See uncensored image 

 

see Milking Factory 24 by the same artist 

More by this artist with links at mitchmen soon! 

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 This is Milking Factory No 25, go to Milking Factory 26 

(link pending)

 

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

for all other posts on the subject at mitchmen blog

 

You can also start at Milking Factory No 1 and follow the links 

Click the 'milking' label for all posts with milking imagery.

Milking Factory 24 by BedVC太郎

 

BedVC太郎 - Combatants Lined Up

This vision of a milking factory looks highly disciplined, with the donors all dressed alike in tight-fitting suits which have a rubbery texture. The artist's title suggests they are military men so they would be accustomed to wearing uniforms. These days, soldiers are called upon to perform the most unlikely tasks! Their great virtue is that they do them, without question. Military guinea pigs!

The men we see here are top quality stock, young but well developed in all the right departments. For the milking process they are subjected to air controls and, judging by the blue light and goggles, some sort of irradiation too. This may explain why they can be so lightly restrained with just a couple of body straps and stabilising 'claws' at the sides and shoulders. Their relaxed state is likely to encourage production and enhance the quality of their milk.

Although their dicks are sheathed, it appears that ejection is stimulated primarily by vibrating devices strapped to them. These look as if they are remotely controlled, enabling the operators to pace the demands on the donor to match their production capabilities.

High volumes would normally be essential to justify the enormous investment seen here, but those individual controls allow the factory to offer premium products - with 'Just in Time' freshness and even choice of donor available to customers.

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More by this artist with links at mitchmen soon! 

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 This is Milking Factory No 24, go to Milking Factory 25 

 

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

for all other posts on the subject at mitchmen blog

 

You can also start at Milking Factory No 1 and follow the links 

Click the 'milking' label for all posts with milking imagery.

Recent art by Hongd542

Captive

This muscular man is being held prisoner. He's been stripped to his underpants and ritualistically tied up in shibari-style rope work. A bare topped captor silences his protests. The sun streaming in through the window cruelly mocks his captivity. An array of instruments in the background suggest other torments lie ahead.

 

Cop

A cop in his office pauses from his paperwork for a coffee (product placement!) and a snack. He, too, is mightily muscular, filling out his uniform with every part of his body. Tight enough to show us that he isn't wearing any underwear. Some Offices have that as a rule. The doughnut he's nibbling provokes ribald comments about licking tasty rings from his colleagues. 

 

He might easily be the captive of image 1.

 

Convict

It's easy to visualise him as a prisoner. Restrained with handcuffs, forced to wear the humiliating stripes of a convicted felon and made to submit to intrusive searches at the whim of his jailers. His resentment is apparent, but futile. They will have their way. 

 

Victim

It's even harder, out there on the streets. Danger lurks in every alleyway, and even a street-wise man can fall foul of what lurks there, waiting for an opportunity to sate its lust. 

 

Sportsman

 The sports field should be a place of refuge from the world's evils, a place of relaxing, healthy exercise. But even there, a muscular man is at risk. Teams bend the rules, ostensibly to be the winners, but no sporting triumph can beat the thrill of scoring in the goal that lies hidden in every opponent's shorts.

 

Locker Room Lollipop

As the Cop with his doughnut discovered, things that melt in the mouth can stoke an appetite for savoury treats. There's no shortage of men eager to give them instruction in the locker rooms. It's not only narcotics that get you hooked.

 

Fetish Date

The discipline of team sport is good preparation for the rigours and training for formal servitude. Every journey begins with the first step, but this hunk can scarcely have imagined where that lollipop and curiosity would lead him. 

Juicy Fruits

Temptation abounds in every profession. Stoked by unscrupulous employers who impose quick-release uniforms on their workers. They are designed to assert their power over them - and, by a happy coincidence, satisfy their tastes for eye candy of the masculine kind.  

 

Underwear Inspection in the Army

It's no different in the army. The uniform is prescribed and regularly inspected. Even a soldier's underwear is inspected periodically to make sure it is clean and without creases. The Sergeant thinks it helps with unit bonding.

 

See also 'Peacekeeper' at 'X' 

 

 

Office Boss

Some Offices make their employees wear shorts. In this one, the roles are reversed on 'Dressing Down Friday', with the workers finding skimpy shorts for the Boss to wear and showing him what it's like to be the underling. It's all taken in good spirit usually but, as with any Office 'do', it's wiser to not drain his patience completely. 

 

 

Office Suspension

For those that go too far, there's Suspension Saturday. This happens quite often to employees who happen to be good-looking. They can't show their contrition by writing out lines, of course. Instead, the Boss comes in to see them when he thinks they've had enough and extracts whatever he wants from them on the spot.

 

Office Dicktation

Men with exceptional credentials and malleability may even get promoted to be the head honcho's PA. Their duties mainly involve looking hot when doing the filing and sitting on the bosses knee to take his dicktation. Little extras in their pay packets are their reward for allowing access to their play packets. There's also a bondage bonus if they have to stay late for 'over the knee' overtime. He doesn't take no for an answer. 

 

 

Office Primer

 Some new employees find this culture difficult to adjust to, but primer courses are helpfully provided for promising entrants. In the privacy of the medical centre, they are shown what will be expected of them and how to make the most profitable use of their natural abilities. They are also taught some unnatural ones that might come in useful, too. It's a hard and sweaty induction.

 

 

Milking Medic

The highly experienced medical staff are well-equipped to allay their patients' anxieties about the sometimes-invasive procedures. Their expertise always gets the best out of their charges, who leave exhausted and drained, but with happy memories. 

 

 

Office Restroom

 The pressures and tensions of such jobs are enough to drive any red-blooded male to seek respite in the restrooms. There they can find relief - if one of their equally-aroused colleagues doesn't find it for them first.

 

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This is Part 5 of my series about Hongd542's AI art,
Earlier articles: Part 1 contains onward links through to Part 4

Hongd542 posts enormous quantities of art and surprisingly rude versions of his images at his Hongd542 Deviant Art site