Art by Hijaden

Hijaden - Drone Initiates

This is a very typical example of Hijaden's work, depicting two young men in the grip of hi-tech machines which hold them, suspended, in a forward arched position. They are dressed in close-fitting, rubber suits and subjected simultaneously to sensual deprivation and external stimulation. This suspension position with legs spread wide and very little support is quite demanding. 

The setting is a Sci-fi environment, possibly alien, although the master of ceremonies here is remarkably humanoid in appearance. Hijaden calls the unfortunate captives, 'drones'. Their white suits seem to suggest a milking role, a modern update of the white suits of 1970's TV Milk ads. Milking isn't actually happening here, however. It appears that the colour is what identifies them as initiates. They will graduate to black suits in due course.

 

Hijaden - Milking Drones 1

 

Here we see two of the black drones, held in a similar arrangement and being milked by a robot arm. Their faces are masked and there's something going on between their buttocks, which make an eye-catching display. It would probably look even better if we could see the movement induced by the thrust and pull of their attachments. You have to wonder if someone is able to watch them through that panel they are facing.

 

Hijaden - Milking Drones 2
 

This close-up perspective is dramatic and sexy, although the detail is tantalisingly obscured. A similar arrangement to this memorably featured in Milking Factory 3 here at mitchmen. I can't class this as an entry in that series because there are only two donors in evidence and no sign that the milk is being collected. It would appear that the milking has a control purpose, rather than a farming one. Quelling their masculine urges and showing them who is in charge.

Hijaden - Drone Milking Sessions

  This is the nearest I have seen Hijaden come to depicting a milking factory that utilised those marvellous arching positions. Again, though, no collection equipment is shown, and with the drone's bodies stripped naked, the scene is more suggestive of a prolonged torment of unsatisfiable erections. 

It's not clear how the suspended, black-suited, visitor drone fits into the picture. His open legs suggest he is going to be dropped onto those primed erections, one by one, to perform the milking of each and every man (sorry drone) without even laying a hand on them. In that case, it's clearly not going to be collected for onward use.

 *In a separate, recent post, I have presented two examples of mass milking establishments by Hijaden that do seem to be commercial. They use completely different techniques for restraining and extracting from the donors. 

 

Hijaden - Always Watching

 This image perhaps offers some explanation of the purposes and motivations. The young man here having his oral and reproductive functions put through their paces is under surveillance by unseen captors according to the title. It seems to imply that they are aliens, delving into the mysteries of human body functions. However, I wouldn't rule out fellow humans with the pocket to pay for all this gadgetry, enjoying the experiment. At least the aliens have an excuse for doing it. This man's milk is being collected, for analysis presumably, it wouldn't be a viable commercial process.

 

Hijaden - Testing The Deluxe Model.

The title here, by contrast, seems to suggest Corporate branding and profit driven manipulations of a high order. It's reminiscent of Franco's hapless jocks, but they were paired with machines much less sophisticated than this. Normally in these fantasies, the young men respond enthusiastically to their predicament and with firmness, but Hijaden gives us a dose of reality and the more likely, limp outcome. 

The experimenters must have had high hopes of uncovering something better than this when they persuaded this red head to volunteer. Perhaps he's caught sight of that thing just in front of him that looks like a monkey wrench (gulp!). Fortunately (or unfortunately) the unseen experimenters seem to have thought of this and a solution is ready at hand, or at neck to be pedantic about it. I have no more idea than the redhead has about what the syringe contains, but I predict he'll be filling that green, glass pot in front of him in very short order, and having fun at the same time.

Hijaden - Slave Feeding Time

This image depicts a different, more private context, some sort of training scenario. The baseball cap worn by the foreground 'top' reminds me of captured rogues, thwarted in their misdeeds and being rewarded here with some exceptionally creative mutual punishment. However, the comprehensive fetish equipment and cell is probably beyond the average householder's budget. I'm not sure that I can even label these two as buddies. It's all rather conceptual.

 

The detailed imagery, however, is striking. The X-stretched foreground figure in particular. He is obliged to perform another variant of the forward arch. Our downward-looking viewpoint, makes him seem like a top, even if he's simultaneously being treated like a bottom. I'm not the biggest fan of latex suits or dicks on sticks, but the teasing rear opening and inserted plug here are super-sexy. 

 

The kneeling, partner figure seems to have got off lightly in the body stress department. It's anybody's guess how he feels about his 'food' or the feeding connection which he can't shake off, something like an umbilical tube making him dependant.

 

 

Hijaden - Milking Machine

 It's interesting here how unclothing the captive throws the focus of the image onto the machine. He's clearly being milked, but once again it's not obvious that the result of his efforts is being collected, although the top and base of the machine both seem to have hydraulic connections. There's something very business-like and economical about the mode of restraint, suspended from the ceiling and offering up the human to the machine. One can imagine a factory set up like this, where the milkers are rotated by robots, giving up their load to a central extractor and then moved away to rest and recharge while the next man takes their place. A nice dose of realism.

 

Hijaden - Tank Torture 2

What better way to recharge the batteries than this? Not quite a spa but better than nothing. Actually, Hijaden has labelled this as torture. The tight limb isolation bondage speaks for itself and the cock attachment looks as though it's getting hot, like a heating element, although it don't know if that would work underwater, if it is water, that is. It's the water level that poses the threat.

 

One is reminded of the classic, Bound Gods water trial, where Dante is put in a tank like this by CJ Madison*. He's simply restrained, but threatened with drowning as the tank fills up and Madison lies on the lid. Something similar is happening here, the cylindrical tank extends way above his head (it's more obvious in other images in this series). The captive is impaled on a post so he can't float. However, he has a tube in his mouth which is presumably carrying air to him, so it's scary, but not fatal.

*See also Rusty Steele is dunked in a giant fishtank by Derek Diamond at BGods.

 

 

Hijaden - The Pod

'The Pod' also sounds like a relaxing place to be, but it doesn't look very private. More like a sci-fi, display cabinet rather than a place to have a quiet doze. But it's a nice containment image. The user inside is restrained, in a mild-looking way admittedly, but someone has decided his limbs have to be prevented from moving. I wonder if he noticed the sign on the door behind him when he stepped into the pod (assuming he got in voluntarily, which I suppose we can't take for granted). The tube attached to his cock looks like a drainage arrangement of the toilet kind rather than a milking device, but if it's going to be very cold it's usually considered prudent to turn off outside taps so they can't leak.

Hijaden - The Egg

This image obviously derives from the same line of thought as The Pod above. The user inside this container is unrestrained and floating in a medium that the colouring suggests is a fluid. Preservation springs to mind, and you may have noticed that the egg seems to have a decorative frame and been mounted on a stand. However, you can also see gas bubbles inside, like an aquarium, so we can hope this humanoid is capable of breathing in this situation, an alien conversion project, perhaps. That doesn't explain why he's got a raging erection (although it's also welcome evidence that he's alive).

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Milking Factories by Hijaden2

Hijaden2 - Milk Collection 1

 

The artist does not describe this hall as a milking factory, but it seems to be set-up for collecting the stuff on a substantial scale, albeit in individual jars, not carried away in pipes. That suggests a focus on quality and traceability. The building architecture resembles the futuristic designs of Sci-fi sagas* and one could easily visualise robots periodically emptying and taking away the contents of the collection cylinders for processing. That would account for the spacious aisles.

 

*I suppose this might be the crew of a giant spacecraft in some sort of stasis during an interstellar voyage, but I can't recall the authors of such stories identifying an ability to produce milk in such a state. It might be a useful function if their mission is to found a human colony on a distant world. But if that is the case, I'm thankful that we are spared the sight of eggs being harvested from their female opposite numbers.

 

Hijaden2 - Milk Collection 2

This, more detailed, view reveals that the conditions for the donors in this place are pretty austere. They are totally naked and vacuum-packed inside rubber sacks. They sacks have a degree of transparency, which is useful for monitoring the condition of the donors, but perhaps discomforting for them. It certainly keeps the place tidy, but severely limits their movement, and you might think that the inability to feel any sort of sensual, skin contact might inhibit a man's ability to produce. However, I have observed that mummified men do have a disturbing ability to weep without very much stimulation. I imagine the extraction device is able to render assistance to them. 

An overhead feed line provides air and, I dare say, water and essential nutrients too. You'll observe in picture 1 that the men seem to share these arrangements in pairs. It's not clear how this works, but one can imagine 'buddying up' being beneficial for the milkers The full cylinders and presence of a good, old-fashioned pump on the output tube implies that decent quantities are in fact produced. The control panel on the left even seems to have options for an external operator to make adjustments to optimise output further.

 

Hijaden2 - Milking Drones

In this installation, the produce is carried away by a communal pipeline, implying that output volume is what matters most. The men are clad in tight-fitting latex suits and described as drones, with no visible individual identities. The men in the first facility seem to have allowed to choose their own positions before being sealed inside the vac pack. These drones are not afforded that, they cannot even move their heads because of the rigid feeder tube to which their helmets are attached. Their kneeling positions seem to imply that they are not passively extracted, but are expected to actively promote their own output. Fortunately, their helmets look as if they have the capability to assist, with visual stimulation.

 

Hijaden2 - Storage Facility

 In our enthusiasm for seeing men harnessed to the thankless task of producing milk for their masters, it's easy to overlook the biological fact that they have to rest and recover sometimes. A short pause 'on the job' can enable younger milkers to come back surprisingly quickly -  given the right incentives and diet. But ultimately, even they will run out of steam and post-orgasm disinterest will take hold. I don't think there's a drug for that yet, but no doubt it will come one day.

Hijaden gives us a look behind the scenes with this storage facility for drones who need such a holiday from their endeavours. Chillingly, a rest does not mean that they can take off their suits, clean up and exercise as we would do. However, I imagine their owners have thought of that need and catered for it in some other part of the factory. This is the equivalent of bedtime for the men. We see them, still tightly packaged, being delivered by a robot transporter and stored away in an underground bunker to recover in comfort for the next shift.

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101 Uses for a Belt - No 22 Wrapping a Present

 

 

I suppose New Year is an unconventional time for present giving.

I actually started wrapping this one two weeks ago,

 but you know how difficult it is with odd shapes.

Especially when they don't want to be wrapped. 

I missed Christmas and wasted 15 metres of wrapping paper.

 Before I hit on this wheeze.

Still not as neat as I'd like, but there you go.

Or rather, that's the way he's going! 

Bye bye Kevin!

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Targeted - Collar and Tie

 

Dave and Sam normally spent New Year in front of the TV.

They reckoned it was the best way to enjoy all the fireworks.

But this year they got a surprise, personal invitation to a private party.

It came from 'John', but they could guess which John it was.

The black dress code was a slightly daunting to Sam, 

but Dave, who mixed in classy circles, was perfectly relaxed.

Plus, there was to be a spectacular display at midnight.

So they thought, Why Not?  Enjoy the change. 

Something out of their comfort zone, you might say.

The venue was already busy with guests when they arrived.

They didn't spot John amongst the crowd but  

they were immediately offered free drinks and food,

so they were soon enjoying the party atmosphere.

 

About half past eleven, anticipation and excitement was rising.

Dave and Sam were both feeling distinctly mellow.

Then someone called for silence, he had an announcement to make.

He asked for the Guests of Honour to come to the stage. 

 

Dave and Sam discovered it was they who were the Guests of Honour,

a group of burly men closed in and frog-marched them to the front.

Gazing out at the crowd, they realised they were all dressed in black leather.

But any feeling of being over-dressed was quickly taken away from them.

In fact, all their clothes were taken away from them, by muscular attendants.

They weren't exactly in good shape to resist, but tried their best.

The crowd appreciated their efforts and wild cheering broke out

as they were buckled into wrist suspension bars and their arms hoisted high.

 

In a final dramatic gesture, their attackers removed their underwear.

Sam cursed loudly as his new, Christmas, designer briefs were cut open.  

It was little consolation when they were replaced by soiled jock straps

 donated by audience members in the front row, their pouches still warm.

Thanking the donors, the MC reminded them of the Charity Auction

which would enable them to recover their property (with added interest!)

The front row audibly dissented, convinced that some rich bastard

would inevitably carry off the star prizes to some distant part of the globe.

'Big Ben' was invited to come to the stage to 'officiate' the midnight rites

The Guests of Honour would lead the count-down to the strokes of midnight.

That's 12 strokes each of course, he cackled, to uproarious laughter.

'Black Jack' was summoned to be his assistant and synchronise

Dave just had time to apologise to Sam before Big Ben gagged them both

So that they might bear the ritual strokes safely and with dignity.

Their only consolation was to be in the front row for the 'fireworks'.

But in all honesty, it would probably have been better on the TV at home.

 

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The Art of Gilgamesh 4 (cont) - Zahir Escapes

As always, here at mitchmen, the Christmas day post is dedicated to anyone who is alone or who feels alone at this time of year. I hope you enjoy this offering and all the other goodies from years gone by posted here.

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Zahir's (somewhat grim) Adventure

Continues from Part 1

1

Zahir awakes to find himself lying in a pool of dirty water in a cell.

He has been stripped of his weapons and all his clothes too are gone.

2

 He gets up and tries to open the door, but it is securely locked.

Angrily he shakes it, tries to bend the bars and finally kicks it in frustration.

It's all in vain and despite the noise he has made, no one comes.

3

He gives up and lies down, wondering what his captors might do with him.  

He fears they will never set him free but keep him as a prisoner forever.

 

4

 

After a while, he manages to push these gloomy thoughts aside.

Looking around the cell, he notices a nail lying on the shelf.  

He picks it up, imagining it must have been used to do terrible things.

 

 

5

 

But then he realises that the nail might help him escape.

He tries to use it to pick the door lock. 

But the lock is old and rusty, the workings are stiff.

6

 

 Zahir becomes more and more desperate.

But then suddenly he feels the lock give, 

after a struggle, he manages to get the door open. 

 

 

 

 

7

 

Once out of the cell, Zahir stops to listen, hearing only distant echoes and trickling water.

Nail in hand, he heads off through the tunnels, hoping to find his way out. 

8

 

 He's escaped just in time, because seconds later the jailer, Nam, arrives.

He's carrying shackles, intending to restrain Zahir and begin his interrogation.

Seeing the cell door open and the prisoner gone, he roars with anger

and cursing him, he sets off in pursuit.

 

 

 

 

9

 

Ahead of him, Zahir has paused at a fork in the tunnels, already lost in the maze.

But hearing Nam's angry shouting behind him, he presses on, hastening his pace.

 

 

10

 

But as he passes the next fork in the labyrinth, he is spotted by another guard, Siraj.

Siraj shouts for him to stop. Zahir attacks him, though armed only with his rusty nail.

 

 

11

Siraj deflects the nail with his club, but is sent sprawling in the water by Zahir's kick.

The fight, though brief, has delayed Zahir long enough for Nam to catch up with him.

 

12

 

Unknown to Zahir, there is yet another Guard not far away.

 Essam is sadistically tormenting a mature, muscular prisoner in one of the cells.

The man is hung from the ceiling in shackles, his moans silenced by a metal gag. 

 

 

13

 

Hearing the commotion outside, Essam interrupts his work to listen.

As the shouting continues, he reluctantly leaves his prisoner to investigate.

 

 

14

 The prisoner watches Essam go, knowing it is only a temporary respite.

He feels pity for whoever it is that the guards are dealing with, out there.

*You might suppose that this is Jeff, whom Zahir has been seeking to rescue, 

but Gilgamesh doesn't actually say so in his text.

 

15

Essam arrives to find Zahir just in front of him, defying Nam's instructions to give up.

Essam leaps on him from behind and knocks him to the ground. 

 

16

Siraj comes to and sees to his astonishment that Essam has his head buried in Zahir's lap,

while Nam restrains him from behind.

 

17

Nam hauls Zahir to his feet, pinning his arms firmly behind him.

His resistance has been drained by Essam's violent attack and distracting cocksucking,

But when he sees Siraj approaching, he realises his chance to escape has gone.

 

18

 

Essam releases Zahir's cock from his mouth and forces his head down

bending him over, so that Siraj can put the manacles on his wrists. 

 

19

 

As soon as Zahir is secured, Nam drags him away, back towards his cell.
He mocks him for his aroused cock and promises painful retribution.

Essam studies Zahir's departing backside, sniffing the musk on his hands.

 

20

 

He calls after Zahir, promising to come and visit, once he's settled in.

Then they can finish what they started - in private.

Zahir curses him, but a seed of fear and anticipation has been planted

 

21

 

Laughing at his joke, Essam heads back, eager to resume work on his own prisoner.

His imagination has been fired up by the brief, sexy encounter with Zahir.

 

22

 

The prisoner sees Essam returning and is filled with dread,

 knowing that Essam will resume his 'examination' with renewed vigour.

It is he who will suffer because of the distraction.

 

23

Siraj helps Nam to propel Zahir towards his own private hell

He caresses Zahir's hairy buttock, asking Nam what he will do with him.

 

"He's a strong stud..." Nam replies, smiling, 

"... so it's going to have to hurt". 

 

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This is a highly condensed and embroidered adaptation of Gilgamesh's story, which consists of no less than 222 frames depicting Zahir's muscular encounter with the castle guards.

Gilgamesh's own storyline can be read at pixiv where it is displayed alongside all the pictures in three parts:  -  

Vault Part 1 (Zahir Captured)

Vault Part 2.1 (Zahir Escapes)

Vault Part 2.2 (Zahir is recaptured)

 

The pictures at pixiv have been 'sanitised' and if you want to see the uncensored version you must head for 'X' where they are all posted (also with storyline) in 4 image episodes.

 

Vault Part 1 (post dated Apr 17th 2023)

Vault Part 2 (post dated Jun 4th 2023)

STOP PRESS! 

Gilgamesh has now begun to publish a third Part of this epic tale

Vault 2.3 at pixiv and at 'X' (Post dated 22nd Dec 2024)

 

The Art of Gilgamesh 4 - Zahir Captured 1

You can also start reading about Gilgamesh from Part 1 of this mitchmen series
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5

Zahir is looking for his friend, Jeff, who has been captured and taken to the castle.
Under cover of darkness he enters the place to investigate Jeff's whereabouts.

25

Seeing that the entrance is guarded by two warriors, he decides to look for another way to enter.

He finds a sewer that takes him to a vault which seems to be deserted.

42

He decides to explore the tunnels. They seem to be very big and complex.
Suddenly he hears footsteps in the distance. He decides to stop and stealthily observe.
He doesn't realise he has been seen and is being stalked himself as he wanders the vault.

50

Zahir sees there is a huge, muscular guard patrolling and decides to wait for him to pass.

But his own stalker is creeping ever closer, waiting for the right moment to attack.

58

He hits Zahir with a huge cudgel, knocking him out.

70

Hearing the commotion, the other guard comes to see what is happening

72

They gloat over Zahir's fallen body and decide to strip him of his clothes.

85

They lift Zahir between them and drag him away.

Zahir is now naked and without a weapon.

86

It needs two of them to support the mighty Zahir on his shaky legs,

So they have to wade through the central drainage channel, splashing through the murky water .

90

They drag him to a cell where the Guard unlocks and opens the door.

91

They push Zahir inside and he collapses onto the floor in a pool of water
One captor scratches his head wondering why any man would be so foolish as to enter the vault.

99

The lock the door, leaving Zahir lying in the dirty water.

Then they go and report his capture to their master.

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Has Zahir's rescue attempt ended in ignominious failure?

More of Zahir next time, read the full story of  Zahir, (all 99 images) at pixiv

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Gilgamesh Gallery Links (updated Jul 2024)

Gilgamesh on Pixiv

Pixiv has a comprehensive and well organised collection of his work with helpful narratives that add colour and background to the stories he tells. It's the most accessible gallery but recent releases (2024) have censored cocks, the explicit versions are posted on 'X' aka Twitter

Gilgamesh on Deviantart

There's a limited selection on DeviantArt including some older images which are not in the pixiv collection. They have escaped being censored somehow but tend to lack explanatory titles or narrative information, however, this site does provide an easily scannable overview of it's contents.

Gilgamesh on 'X'

The X, ex-Twitter gallery appears to mirror the pixiv one but has explicit versions of recent images which are censored on pixiv. There's no overview, just sequential postings with the stories spread across them, broken up into four images per post. Gilgamesh has gone to the trouble of making sure they come out in the right order. There are slightly different comments, I haven't explored the site in great depth so it's possible there are works there that don't appear anywhere else.