Stephen's 'Golden Pasha'

 Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' dates from the nineteen sixties. It appears to be related in concept to, and a precursor to, the better known 'Sailors Beware' story, which came out in its first version shortly after 'Pasha', judging by the Kris Catalogue numbering. 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha', Original Catalogue images
(rearranged from a vertical strip)

The Kris Catalogue entry for 'Pasha' (replicated above) showed 6 images, with all the characters in them respectably 'draped'. Three of them were also published in a larger format in a different catalogue. This article features an uncensored version which I found on the Tim In Vermont website before it was taken down. It didn't give any source information. 

 The three 'big' earlier images are included in the article below in the appropriate places. Unlike the revised version of 'Sailor Beware', the underlying images don't seem to have been significantly altered other than replacing the loin-cloths and pouches with not quite erect organs. No sex is shown.  

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 1

 

The Golden Pasha lounges in luxury while around him a harem of conspicuously naked, young men entertain him with music, grovel and pamper him. Notice the phallic uprights of his throne.

 

Stephen was quite fond of depicting musicians at this time. I suppose there's a certain innuendo in the horn blowing and string plucking of long-necked instruments.

 

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 1 (original version)

This earlier version shows all the characters in exactly the same positions. The three on the right have acquired pouches which seem to be carefully detailed with patterns (and jewels in the Pasha's case). The covering of the guard at the doorway, however, seems to have been painted on rather clumsily by comparison. The Pasha's pantaloons have also been altered, extending all the way up to his waist rather than finishing high up on the thigh, like stockings. 

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 2

 

The Pasha seems to be a hard master to serve. In the dungeon below, those who displease him are chained up, and he personally punishes each of them with his whip. His suspender belt is meticulously detailed and impressively jewelled. It's apparent that the 'Golden' tag relates to his wealth, not his sunny personality.

 

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 3

The Pasha's maltreatment of his slaves means he must watch them with an eagle eye for any signs of rebellion. But one slave at least has had enough. He has somehow procured a sleeping potion and secretly drugs the Pasha's wine. 

This picture almost seems to shift the scene to Japan, as witness the bonsai-like trees. The intricate decoration of the pillar on the left which includes a Fuji-like mountain, a stylised chrysanthemum and more typically Japanese style patterns in-between (plus an incongruous elephant, which is neither Arabian nor Japanese).

Some of Steve Masters' images around this time featured decorative detail like this. 

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 3 (original version)

This earlier version is little different. Again, the Pasha's pants have become thigh-wraps and his dick is covered by a jock-like, ribbed pouch (with a jewel encrusted top hem!). We can see more of the foreground, bottom left, which turns out to be a pool with fish and lilies. A show of his opulence.

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 4

Once the Pasha has fallen into a drugged sleep, his slaves rise up against him. Some have weapons, perhaps taken from the Palace Guards who seem to have deserted their master. Someone, at some point, has removed his pants and boots. As a result, the Pasha lies in a tempting, splayed legs position*. One of the rebels seems to be inviting everyone to have a go. 

*This is a favourite pose of Stephen's, it seems to turn up in many stories, twice in Night Patrol, in image 5 and image 8. The Pasha version is more convincing than some.

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 5

The Pasha awakes to find a knife menacing his chest and his treasure chest being looted. Perhaps more startlingly for him, his legs are in physical contact with the intimate regions of two of his slaves. One is resting between the buns of the looter. The other is raised between the legs of his immediate attacker, almost as if they had just had intercourse. Who knows? The threat of the knife seems to be equated with the threat of his dick. A choice to be made?

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 5 (original)

In the original version of image 5, pouches have sprouted once again, to conceal the less offensive weapons of the attackers.  The disappearance of the primary attacker's dick makes his knife seem a lot more menacing, although he's still deliberately angling it out from his groin. 

 The Pasha's modesty is protected by a casually draped cloth, looking a bit like leopard skin. Oddly enough, that device makes his nudity and vulnerability seem more apparent. His hairy legs, glimpsed in earlier pictures, come to the fore.

 All the slaves' faces have been upgraded in the nude version, in line with Stephen's later technique. In the original, we can see more of the architectural detail of the room, which adds greatly to the depth of the image. We can also see some subtle shading in the trees, which is probably washed out in the later version by the reproduction process.

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 6

In the final image, the Pasha himself is chained like a slave and forced to kneel, cringing in submission to his former slaves. He is stripped of his turban, the symbol of his rank, as well as the last vestiges of his clothing (except for one sock). He looks very naked now, and the raised position of his hands, behind his back, suggests he's desperately trying to free himself. Aware perhaps that he will soon make his first acquaintance with the business end of his own, vengeful whip in the dungeon. 

 

This is an interesting study of feet, which are less evident in the earlier pictures, but soon became Stephen's unique trademark. Perhaps the Pasha is being invited to address them with respectful lips. Their exaggerated size here creates a sense of powerful men and menace surrounding the cowed ruler. 

 

The intertwining of the feet with Stephen's signature seems to be deliberate, but it's unclear why, perhaps indicative of his personal fascination with them. I'm afraid it reminds me of sticky carpets in sleazy bars!

 

Stephen's 'Golden Pasha' 6 (original)

This cropped version comes from Drummer in 1976. It's interesting that that particular publication should decide to crop out the whip. It makes the Pasha seem cornered, rather than surrounded. Interesting too, that Drummer don't seem to have had the nude version at their disposal (unless, of course, they preferred the contrast and subtle power of nude vs clothed, i.e. CMNM). Either way, it's a tribute to the essence of domination in Stephen's drawing of this scene.

 

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The Golden Pasha doesn't quite have the power of other Etienne stories. The draughtmanship is good quality, the sexuality subdued, but bubbling teasingly beneath the surface and between the frames. The Pasha's relationship with his harem/slaves seems to be strictly sadistic. It's they who seem to threaten him with sex as a punishment and humiliation. The simple morality of the story is a far cry from the aggressive sexual subjugations of Night Patrol, Marine Training and Here Comes the Groom to name just a few of Stephen's later creations. 

 

Perhaps that reflects the political changes of the 60s and the greater freedom of expression subsequently afforded to gay men. 

  

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There are numerous other posts about Etienne here at mitchmen,

check out my Etienne index for articles mainly about him,

a general search on Etienne will bring up every reference.

 

There's also an 'Exclusively Etienne' Google Group 

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Lonely Departure

 It was his own fault. Jerry knew that failure to pay alimony to support the kids would incur a legal penalty. It was just that he always had something better to spend his money on. Once he lost his job, the authorities lost patience with him. 

He was ordered to work in the Penitential Labour Corps until the kids had grown up. That meant 13 years working for nothing except his keep, with all his 'pay' going straight to his ex-wife. It was a prison sentence really, he'd be held captive on a farm, in a factory or some other work complex, with conditions dependent on the whims of his employer. No time off or holidays either, unless his Master allowed it, but even then he'd not be allowed to leave the place.

It didn't matter if he liked the job he was given, he had to do it, and his Master would have a free hand to punish him if he slacked or misbehaved in any way. Punishments could be severe, limited only by the need to keep him productive - and some Masters were not even concerned about that. They had to pay the labour fees anyway, and regarded an hour giving a worker punishment as being 'training', an investment that would make him more productive. 

His 'sentence' would begin with an induction course on Hades Island, an old isolation prison just off the coast that had been recommissioned for the work programme. There he would learn correct behaviour before being allocated to his Master. It was public knowledge that the induction was tough. It had to be because many of the men sent on the programme were thoroughly bad lots. They often believed that if they were awkward or violent enough, they'd be sent to a conventional prison. It didn't work that way, The programme kept punishing them until they conformed, and only when they were deemed 'fit' for work would their actual sentence begin.

That was why Jerry obeyed his joining instructions to the letter. A friend had driven him to the remote jetty early in the morning and left him there in his underpants. He'd imagined there might be other men to waiting to be picked up too, but there was no one else. That gave him a few minutes to himself, standing on the wooden platform, enjoying the cool autumn air on his naked body. Then the distant sound of an engine reminded him that he must take off his underpants too, before the collection boat came into sight, lest they catch him disobeying the instructions. 

He dropped them into the wire mesh basket provided to keep the jetty tidy. There were a few other garments and belongings already in there. Anything of value would be taken by scavengers. For some reason, he'd put on a brand new, going-away pair of underpants that morning, someone might want to take them. 

Finally, he turned and walked slowly to the end of the jetty and nervously waited for the approaching boat, that would transport him to a new phase of his life. 

Naked Bondage Art by tru3ai - 2

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Ball Tied by Tru3ai

Naked and body-shaved, ready for shipment.

Joey's soccer career is over. 

 

Going Nowhere by tru3ai
caption by mitchmen

 It's interesting to discover how other people earn their money.

Sometimes it's quite a surprise.

As Kyle found, when his hard-up flatmate revealed all. 

 

 

Hog tied in the Rainy Forest by tru3ai

Early morning joggers are especially vulnerable to amateur trappers. 

They loiter in quiet locations frequented by keep-fit runners.

Having snared a suitable candidate, they send for the big boys. 

Sometimes it's hard to get a convenient pick-up slot.

Still, he isn't going into work today, so he won't mind waiting. 

 

 

Chillin' in the Rain by tru3ai

Dylan had been out in the garden for over an hour, 

His boyfriend had an important report to finish for work,

and didn't want any interruptions.

Well, he'd certainly made sure of that.  

And then it started to rain.

 

 

Fun in the Woods by tru3ai

Jackson had a wicked streak in him. 

He liked to prowl the woods posing as a Redneck in search of lone campers who he could terrorise, like in the movies. When he spotted two city dudes with expensive camping gear,

he licked his lips in anticipation of the fun he could have.

 

But as soon as he revealed himself and started making dark threats, they attacked and felled him with a barrage of punches. Now they were discussing whether he would be a 'keeper'. 

 

Jackson didn't like to think about what the alternative was. 

  

 

Hog Tied with Muzzle by tru3ai

 

As day broke and warm sunlight fell on Liam through the patio glazing, he fervently hoped his ordeal would soon be over. Last night, the choice of being tied up for the night or being turned over to the Police as a burglar seemed a no-brainer. True, he hadn't expected to be stripped naked as soon as he was immobilised and gagged, but he could handle a bit of groping. Even by a man. That was embarrassing, but fair enough in the circumstances. 

 

However, when the guy had had his fun, he announced that he would make a 'final decision' about Liam in the morning. Meanwhile, he needed to make sure that he couldn't escape or get up to any mischief during the night. Liam's restraints were made tighter and tighter and his position more and more uncomfortable. 

 

Liam quickly gave up trying to escape from the ropes. It was cold on the patio during the night, but he had finally got some sleep. Now everything ached - no, everything hurt. 

 

He could smell an enticing breakfast cooking, but time passed, and he slowly became more and more anxious about that 'final' decision.

 

 

Packed and ready to go by tru3ai

Even a slave deserves a holiday. My boy says being locked in his travel trunk makes him feel safe and wanted. But there's always that doubt in his eyes whenever I close the lid on him.

 

 

Home Alone 

(Tight Hog Tie on a Bed by tru3ai)
 

 The burglars had seen the film and were taking no chances with Darren. Darren always slept naked and they obviously enjoyed tying him up in that state. However, he found their comments about his 'hairy cleft' quite disturbing, particularly as it had quickly escalated from jokes about parking bicycles to parking a rope between his ass cheeks and anchoring it to his dick.

 

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Etienne's 'Sailor Beware' comes to life (briefly!)

Etienne - Desert Trek from Sailor Beware

 

 The recent flurry of posts on Etienne's Art gets another boost with a new, AI-animated version of the Desert Trek scene (Stephen's original version above) posted by Planet Gay this week at his 'X' site.

This follows his terrific AI reconstruction of the same image, which was posted here recently.

The image reproduced above comes from Etienne's revised version of the story, which is posted in full at mitchmen in this post. 

A more recent post pieces together the original 60's version using fragments which I unearthed in some old beefcake magazines.

 

 

That article also highlights the inspirational cross-fertilisation between 'Sailor Beware' and Royale Studio's 'Shanghai'd Sailor' which may have been the egg for Etienne's chicken.

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More Etienne at mitchmen  

 

Art by David Angelo 1

 

 The vintage gay art of the sixties that was printed in beefcake magazines of the time often seems quite amateurish, however this example by David Angelo has a pleasing blend of technical accuracy and sensuality. 

 

Inevitably, the model is clad in a posing pouch, a garment that often attracts derision in our own time, but the artist's treatment gives us a sense of size inside and entrapment, a straining to escape that shows us how the men of the time really saw it. Something truly erotic. 

More on vintage pouches 

 Angelo's drawing is based on a photograph of course, the model's physique and face looks rather like the great Rick Wayne.

 

David Angelo - Gunslinger

 

Cowboys were big in popular culture in the sixties, replete with handsome heroes. Angelo has given this one another idealised treatment, with prominent pecs and nipples straining at his tight shirt. The gun belt fulfils a similar restraining role below the waist. This last detail was not pure invention....

 

Robert Fuller as Jess Harper in 'Laramie'

  

Robert Fuller sneaking up behind John Smith in 'Laramie' 

 

David Angelo - Wrestlers

For this image of two wrestlers, Angelo has cleverly used the same stark lighting to cover up a bold erotic statement. 

 

One of the fighters is caught in a position where he's off-balance and vulnerable. His flimsy pouch inevitably draws the eye, but it's also attracted his opponent's hand. It's groping underneath, in the shadow of his groin. This hold has nothing to do with wrestling! 

In addition, the fighter in the foreground is totally naked, and the dark shadow that hides his far leg accentuates the impression that he's presenting his backside to us. 

It's not simply the sexuality that is so daring, it's the homosexuality. In 1960, just putting men together in a picture was suspect.

 

The lattice pattern in the corner is not part of Angelo's picture, it's part of an adjacent image in a magazine spread. 

 

 

David Angelo - Pop Star's Finale

In 1963 when this picture was published, pop music was starting to shed its veneer of respectability with Beatlemania converting music concerts into manic, adoration events. With its focus on young love, however, it was (and still is) relentlessly heterosexual. Not many pop stars dressed in transparent shirts and matador pants like this (not yet). 

 

Nevertheless, many gay artists tried to incorporate pop into their images. Tom of Finland's 'Ringo' openly sought to subvert the idea of straight entertainers and I suspect Angelo is doing that here too, by showing us his rear view, tensed above opened legs, raised up on tip toes. The singer seems to be ignoring his female fans, who are noisily lusting after his front profile. He's casting aside, too, the female shape of his guitar*. "Come and get me", he seems to be saying. To us, not them.

 

Ultimately these images fail to capture the magical attraction of pop stars, because away from the mic', he's just another bloke. I think I have seen art images of a star being seduced on stage, but I can't cite it at present. Sex in front of a horde of screaming women is a bit niche for me!

 

*The singer's own shape has interesting undulations at waist level, with an odd fit into his pants at the left. It's almost as if Angelo couldn't quite decide how slim, how masculine to make him look.

 

 

Angelo - Slave Auction 

Ever since Victorian times, the Slave Auction has been a 'go to' for artists seeking to portray gender power play and sexploitation in a semirespectable way. It fitted readily into the adoption of classical settings by gay artists seeking to avoid censure in the 50s and 60s. 

 

Angelo's Romanesque take has a very unusual night setting, giving him an opportunity to play with light effects*. The physiques of the two spectacularly muscular men who are manacled and up for sale, are greatly flattered by it - to the benefit of their value too, I suppose.  

 

A key ingredient in this scenario is the depiction of the slaves' emotions. One is proudly displaying himself, seemingly indifferent to the fate which might await him. His companion is, if anything, more muscular, but seems to be cast as a younger servant. He reaches forward, holding up the cloth which screens their groins (for the time being). 

 

The bidders we can see in the audience seem to have their own favourites, suggesting these two will not remain united after the sale.

 

*Angelo seems to have achieved this night effect using chalk or crayon on black paper. It gives something of an etched effect. Some of the detailing is spectacular - the creases of the toga for example. Unfortunately, his characterisation of the second slave, using voluminous hair and rounded cherub cheeks is very much of it's time and doesn't work for us, even if we believed in such improbable muscularity to go with it. With a man's head and face, the whole image would work much better.

 

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More Angelo in Part 2 

 

 
 

 

 

FOOTNOTE 

Recent Art by Planet Gay

Presented to the Harem

 

An atmospheric image of a new arrival, anxiously appraising his new home and master. His new 'family' seem to be enjoying a candle-lit bath, unaware of the beautiful young man about to join them. Maybe it's not such a bad life after all.

 

United by Fate

It makes a nice picture, but I'm not quite sure what the logic is in chaining slaves up together like this, unless it's a frustration torment. But even in 'no hands' mode, they ought to be able to work something out eventually!

 

 

Musketeers

The three musketeers seems to be PG's current focus, and this image is a lift straight out of the 19th Century literature that inspired modern movies on the subject. The slightly sentimental staging, taking time out for a reunion, instead of focussing on getting the poor devil out, is very much of that era. 

 

An all male version of 'La Bohème' might finish like this, with the distraught comrades in arms standing at a respectful distance while the fated lovers bid a final farewell. 

 

In mitchmen land, the interpretation would be completely different, with the captive being told in no uncertain terms that he's there for the duration and that the guards have come to start his punishment. More Tosca than Bohème, in fact. Scarpia cutting out the middle woman and propositioning Cavardossi instead.

 

Games of Thrones 

This variant on the slavery theme of the first image has a more edgy feel. The captive looks a lot more mature and his chain is held personally by the King, not a guard, implying a very personal interest. 

 

The ostentatious wearing of a crown, coupled with the title, suggests politics is at the back of this situation, not domestic service. This prisoner is not a casual pick-up, a handsome man snatched from his usual job and pressed into the king's personal service. No, he is a defeated rival. A dangerous man to have in your bed, even if it is a very satisfying vengeance.

 

The dark, gothic decorating scheme here is a far cry from the splendour of picture 1 and bodes ill for conditions below stairs.

 

 

The Gladiators

The same theme is unexpectedly adapted to the Roman Arena here. Usually, beaten men meet their death here. End of. Still, you can't blame this victor for wanting to hang onto his hunky conquest. In the cruel way of this genre, he might well be one of his training buddies. 

 

Unfortunately, the lack of wounds might arouse the suspicion that there's a conspiracy going on. Notice the queer look another Gladiator is giving them. He won't be happy at them getting off scot-free. No fear, if Caesar suspects there hasn't been enough foul play, it'll be thumbs down for both of them.

 

 

Love against the wind 

The old beefcake books often included public statues of muscular men in their pages to underline their claim of artistic intent and legitimacy, back in the bad old days. They also drew on the ideas of classical Greece which furnished the idea of men being turned into stone as a punishment, sometimes with the possibility of being returned to fleshiness under the right conditions. 

 

Planet Gay gives us not just a statue, but two men turned into a statue, preserving their love for all time against the headwinds of fate. Planet Gay's blogging often has a 'Pride' angle and you can see it in this imagery. But it's a double-edged sword. I'm not sure if this is symbolic of enduring strength - or defiant defeat, with the lovers neutralised and relegated to being an interesting 'feature' in a corner of a garden. I suppose it's better than ending up sitting alone on a horse in the middle of a roundabout. 

 

Other statue references at mitchmen -  

 Rent-a-Dude, also Platter and Priapus of Milet,

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There are several other posts of Planet Gay on mitchmen,
simply search for PlanetGayComic for the latest additions  

Planet Gay's current work is video oriented and web locations include PlanetGayComic on X and PlanetGay onYouTube, but I prefer his non-video, Deviant Art Gallery

Meet The Spartans by Moosemind (AI)

A collection of images by Moosemind with a Roman/Greek/Spartan theme.
I have strung them together with a narrative of my own that is pure mitchmen.
It tells the untrue story of the renowned Spartan Army. 

The Shaming of the Spartans

1

In Sparta, lovers are parting,

 

"Farewell, my love, the Army is assembled.

Today I must march on Throbos*".

 

*A city about 10 leagues from Troy, it was reputed to be the home 

of some of the greatest treasures of the Trojan Empire. 

With an equally renowned, lively nightlife. 

 

 

2

The Army departed from Sparta to the accompaniment of fireworks and celebrations.

Proudly, they bared their weaponry in the traditional way, for which the city was famed. 

 

2

 

The Spartan army stopped off in Homos on the way, to replenish their provisions.

There, the second in command was interrupted, while pillaging one of the locals.

 

"Sire, you must come quickly! 

The Throbbers have sent emissaries!"

 

The General was informed and hastily made himself decent to receive the delegation,

but he was mindful that all Trojans would be still be seething 

from the humiliation they had recently suffered at the hands of other Greeks.

'It will take more than a Trojan Horse to catch me out', he resolved.

 

 

2

Wary of such trickery, the Spartans took no chances with the Ambassador,

They stripped him naked and tied him hands and feet.

 

"Sire, we have come in peace, our only desire is to serve you", he protested.

It was true, he had not come bearing gifts. Instead, his gifts were bared.

 

The General was impressed by the hunky Ambassador.

And turned on by his submissiveness in bondage

He sent him to his personal tent for a private meeting of minds.

 

 

A more relaxed atmosphere spread through the camp.

The emissaries were soon mingling with the ordinary soldiers

and quickly made many friends with their openness.

 "See, I bring a peace offering, for anyone that wants it"

 

 

That evening, to the dismay of sceptics amongst the Spartan officers,

the emissaries produced multiple emissions throughout the camp.

Including groans from the luxurious Commander's quarters.

 

 

The commanders were rudely wakened the next morning by an Aide de Camp.

 

"Infamy General! It's infamy!" he declared, (camply, as custom dictated).

"The Trojan emissaries have infiltrated the entire army during the night,

and they have stolen all our clothes and weapons!

All I have left is my dagger, which I always keep well hidden".

 

"I fear, I too was infiltrated last night", the Officer replied, 

"It was my first time, and it was bloody brilliant!".

 

"I’ll tell the General, But without our weapons, we cannot go on. 

Sound the withdrawal! Everyone withdraw!"

 

 

And so the long march home of the demoralised Army began. 

It was embarrassing returning naked through the same villages that had feted them.

But, unhindered by possessions or clothes, they made good progress. 

 

Their officers rallied their men and kept them going.

"Courage lads! Once we're through the next pass, we'll be safe!

I'll buy you all a beer, when we're back in Sparta"! 

But the Throbbers had taken a shortcut and reached the pass before them.

 It was no good, they were trapped.

 

 

And so the proud Spartan army, in its entirety,

passed into captivity without a blow being struck.

300 blow jobs had brought 'The 300' to their knees.

 

 

 

They entered Throbos, not as conquerors, 

but as humbled, angry prisoners.

 

 

 

The Spartan General voluntarily offered himself to the King of Throbos,

hoping to spare his men the worst of the Throbbers' revenge.

He was taken to the city square and punished severely, like a common criminal.

 

 

Other Officers had also bravely identified themselves

A few with impressive-looking credentials were picked out by the King personally.

To be held in his personal household as hostages and for ransom.

He made them pay a humiliating price for their mistake. Nightly.

 

The rest shared the fate of the ordinary soldiers..... 

 

"Citizens of Throbos! Behold the proud sons of Sparta!"

 

"Three hundred of them dared to challenge us, but confronted by real men,  

they meekly surrendered without a fight, without a stitch on.

We, in Throbos, do not make prisoners of cowardly hooligans like these.

To pay for their pillaging, they must be sold to the highest bidders.

Citizens! Get out your purses! "

 

 

The captive, young Spartan soldiers were horrified.

"They can't do this to us, Sir, can they?" they pleaded with their Sergeant,

"We didn't do any pillaging, well, not much anyway".

 

"I'm afraid they can" the wise old hand told them.

"There's a convention on the treatment of Prisoners of War,

but we don't count as POWs, because we didn't even have weapons.

Legally, we're just tourists, an anti-social gang of foreign louts".

 

The once proud fighters, realised they had no choice.

Engulfed with shame, they hung their heads, 

It was an agreeable gesture to on-lookers, who increased their bids.

 

One by one, they went under the hammer

 and were led away by new masters. 

 

Sold into slavery, the Spartan boys were dispersed far and wide.

 

In Egypt :- "I am bored with this Spartan vassal, bring me my whip!"

 

 

 

In Rome:- "Get up, dog!"

 

"Tonight you will serve me in my bedchamber

and, by Jupiter, you will regret your insolence!"

 

 

In Britannia, a young conscript, toiled in the fields, 

still naked as he had been the day he was captured.

Far from home, parted from his lover,

his only rest and solace was a nightly dose of the farmer's lust.

 

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Such was the disgrace of the Spartan Army, defeated by deception.

Not by a Trojan horse, but by a crack squad of Trojan whores. 

See also: Roman Prisoners of war by 'Gay-Roman-Fantasy'

 

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