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

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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. 

 

 

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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. 

 

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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.

 

 

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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'

 

More Moosemind and link next time

Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 2

Read Part 1 of this '2025 Recent Work' article

 

 

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This story, simply called 'Farm Boys', opens in a sunny field filled with gay flowers. Two Farm Boys are examining a scarecrow. Well, one of them is, I've called him Seth. The other, Tim, is keeping his distance. The scarecrow has an outer wrapping of well-worn sacking, it looks as if it's been around for a long, long time and it's very spooky. Horror movie fans will recognise the meme with relish. The pumpkins lying around on the floor confirm the worst, this has got to be Halloween. 

 

The presence of summer flowers in Autumn might be considered another spooky element. It's probably artistic licence, designed to give that initial impression of beauty, peace and well-being.

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Despite his amazing muscles, Tim is unnerved by the scarecrow and wants to get away. Seth laughs and puts a reassuring, affectionate arm round his shoulder. The two friends walk off, unaware that behind them, the scarecrow seems to have reacted to them in a disturbing way.

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The Farm Boys hold hands as they depart, clearly they are more than just friends. 

The scarecrow seems to be watching them. 

We see now that it isn't secured to the support.

 

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That evening, a mysterious mist descends on the farm. 

As Seth walks home, he is unaware of strange creatures emerging from it behind him.

In the distance, the scarecrow's cross is now vacant.

 

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Seth is attacked by the creatures, overwhelmed and stripped naked*.

As they carry him off, a storm breaks. Brilliant lightning sears the sky, 

Torrential rain pelts Seth's naked body.

*more images at DeviantArt (link below)

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With the storm raging, the creatures carry Seth across the sodden field

Ahead, two scarecrow crosses are planted amongst the pumpkins.

One of them is already occupied, a naked man hangs from the cross piece. 

He's tied by his wrists and ankles.

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Seth is dragged the last few yards to the crosses, where the 3rd creature awaits.

He looks up at the last minute and sees the unconscious, hooded figure already hanging there.

 

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Seth is hung on the cross next to Tim.

The rain continues to pelts down on them, cascading down their naked bodies.

Lightning flashes illuminate their glossy, neutralised muscles.

 

You can fill in the gaps in this tale by starting to read at Deviant Art 

 

This tale is a splendid, gothic variation on Homoeros' favourite theme of crucifixion. 

A bloodless one, which pleases me. The horror iconography is a bit random, but the scarecrow role reversal is very effective, and the outcome is still disturbingly sexy. It does seem, as if Seth and Tim are being punished for being gay, the same might also be said of the story of hitchhiker Leo in Part 1. But equally, it may simply be that these malevolent creatures hate lovers and happy people.

See the foot of this post for other scarecrows 

and ominous farm settings at mitchmen.

 

 

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The artist's interest in depicting homophobic situations is even more explicit in this series, which is simply titled 'Medieval'. A nobleman's son has been caught in 'flagrante delicto' with a wandering Player (i.e. an entertainer). No guessing who's going to be blamed for this fall from grace! A dripping dick is the smoking gun. 

 

The Player is abused then dragged before a priest - to confess and reform, I guess. This is a great image with good composition and convincing figure interactions. The Renaissance style colouring and warm lighting in the style of Caravaggio is a very clever embellishment.

 

 

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The Priest proves to better at exploitation than rectification, but I suppose someone has to have a pop at the handsome offender before he is despatched to his fate. He also hangs around afterwards to legitimise the sadistic proceedings that follow. The Player is spread X-fashion across a timber frame and the whips are brought out.

 

 

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The executioner lays the whip on with ferocious energy. I can't say I enjoy the sight of blood, especially after having read about the consequences of harsh floggings in Clavering's 'Under The Lash', but this is an intensely dramatic image, made more so by the crazy angling. 

 

The executioner's arched torso expresses a determination to inflict the maximum pain. The stiffness of the victim's physique reflects his efforts to manage and contain it. The naked man's anatomy is more compact and realistic than in older work by this artist.

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Once the tormentors have completed the designated flogging and discharged their own interest, the victim is taken down. He's set on the floor, with a timber block under his shoulders, and they proceed to nail his arms to it. I've selected this single image to represent that process (depicted at length by Homoeros), because it illustrates the victim's horror and helplessness as he grasps what they intend to do to him. The torturers continue to show their keenness to do the job well, sitting astride him, not shying away from intimate contact with the condemned man. 

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When the grisly attachment process is complete, the block is lifted into brackets high up on a wall frame especially built to hold it. This elaborate arrangement suggests crucifixion is a regular occurrence in this particular dungeon, but it seems the perpetrators never tire of watching their victim's suffering and descent into oblivion. Unlike Leo the rambler in Part 1 of this post, there's no-one to rescue the young Player.

Fill in the picture gaps at Deviant Art starting from Medieval 01

 

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There are a number of other examples of spooky scarecrows 

and ominous farm settings at mitchmen:-

 

Chenz-X-Chen, from Art by Chenz-X-Chen 

EdDraws (sinister happenings in a corn field)

Amalaric (scarecrow punishment in Cruel Justice)

Jotto (scarecrow conversion)

RomanAI (sinister corn fields)

Palanca (corn fields and corns)

 

click on the labels at the foot of the post for other related articles

 

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Here, it looks like the Player from 'Medieval' has got himself into more trouble.

The naked man, drunk and disorderly, is arrested and handcuffed in a modern city centre.

I suppose reincarnation might well perpetuate the terrible traumas of a previous existence.

This detention may not be without bodily consequences either, invasive maybe, but not fatal.  

The moment when a man submits to capture never fails to stir me.

 

 

 

 

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This appears to be a very different situation where two men have emerged from an underground tunnel to discover the opening is sealed by bars. You can feel their frustration and disappointment. This may be an escape attempt that has come to naught. Maybe they didn't even suspect they had been imprisoned, but were just exploring. Now the terrible truth unfolds. 

There's an echo of Gilgamesh in the idea of a labyrinthine prison.

 

 

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This man certainly knows he is a captive, because he's in a bare stone cellar with his hands tied.

He must have tried to escape, but thwarted now, he kneels submissively to await his fate.

The simplicity of the image gives a sense of his helplessness and abandonment.

 

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This captive is tied to an easel-like frame, as if by a man who sees himself as an artist.

A man who sees his captive as worthy of display, a canvass for his artistic talents.

However, it's a frame of tremendous size and strength, built to withstand great forces.

Neither of these ingredients bode well for the young captive.

His muscularity pleases the eye, but will be sorely tested in the coming days, sorely.

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The final image in this selection is another simple but powerful idea.

A naked man has been brought to his knees by another, skimpily dressed in gladiatorial accessories.

He's not restrained, nor trapped in a cell, but bought low in a vast open, deserted arena.

With his back turned, defenceless, to his antagonist, his bowed head signals total submission.  

 

The telltale clues to this sorry state can be seen in the area below his left armpit:-

Flecks of blood and a glimpsed loop of a whip.

His strong jaw and masculine stubble underline the depths of his subjugation.

Dejection, humiliated. A great little image.

 

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 Read Part 1 of this '2025 Recent Work' article

 

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More Homoeros at mitchmen blog

BDSM and Fetish Art by Deon

Felix Deon - Japanese Bondage

This picture is based on one of the most familiar of vintage, bondage photos (see Hal Paul in bondage). Deon has sprinkled the elixir of youth and added shoulder tattoos but otherwise has left it unchanged. When you know the original you get the eerie sense here that the captive has been tied up for the very purpose of inking his body. A Westerner being subjected to the arcane arts of the ancient East.

The other striking feature of the image is, of course, the styling, derived from the traditional pen and ink drawings of Japan. The parchment-like surface adds authenticity and he's even included Japanese script, a poem perhaps?

Felix Deon - Bullfighter

You'd hardly credit that Deon drew this image. The academic, pastel style seems quite unlike his more familiar images, but he has a drawn many pictures in this style. The subject too is more dramatic than you expect from him and although he hasn't quite caught the sense of strength and struggle, the concept is a marvellous expression of masculinity. Of course, wrestling naked with the bull is precisely what bullfighters don't do. They exhibit a similar level of bravery but instead of engaging directly, prefer to strut in elaborately decorated clothes, frustrating the beast and despatching it from a distance. 

Felix Deon - Japanese Bondage 2

This example from the Japanese Bondage series features a chunky man who looks like the Japanese youths of Okawa and his contemporaries. He is not totally naked, having been allowed to retain his head band and fundoshi (loincloth) both of which have a deep cultural significance in that country, related to manliness and growth. 

 He's surrounded by the creatures of the sea, including an octopus or squid between his knees which may be an allusion to the famous erotic picture of 'The Dream of The Fisherman's Wife' (see Octopuses at mitchmen blog). The parchment colour gives the impression of a sandy beach but the creatures are drawn in a way that gives the sense that he's actually lying on the seabed, like a character being tested in an ancient legend. The simple, loosely secured hogtie does allow him scope to escape, like a latter day Houdini.

Felix Deon - An Unfortunate Encounter

Escape seems less easy for this swimming party in the open sea, ambushed by two octopuses who seem have more on their minds that just dinner, stripping the unfortunate young men and sexually assaulting them. One is being dragged off for some other nefarious purpose in private. The seaweed seems to be aiding and abetting the abduction, reaching up from the depths. Or perhaps the immobile seaweed has bribed the octopus to bring the young man to it, who knows?

Deon has depicted the swimmers in 1930's bathing suits, loose fitting and modest (but easy meat for a multi-armed predator). He's employed a matching, contemporary style of painting like that once used for boy's adventure comics which lends a perverse sense of nostalgia to the scene (see also the Art of Sherer). There's a nod to Japanese art in the styling of the wave crests on the surface and the tiny signature scroll, top left.

Felix Deon - Saint Sebastian

If you looked at the Sherer link above you'll see the connection to this image which is European in origin but was enthusiastically (and morbidly) embraced by the famed poet and writer, Yukio Mishima and it later found it's way into the erotic works of other Japanese artists like Hasegawa.

Deon stays within the European tradition here deploying an arty, elaborate cartouche (frame) and saintly upward gaze, which silently rebukes the Lord for his part in this fine mess. The fleshy build of the martyr seems to reference females in Renaissance art but the styling of the cameo inside the frame is mid-20th Century. The simple, loose sheet serving as Sebastian's loin-cloth has somehow become snagged on the tree as though it's participating in the torment, like the seaweed in the swimming disaster image above.

 

Felix Deon - Japanese Bondage 3

This third variation on the Japanese Bondage theme tweaks the hog-tie in an unconventional arrangement whereby the captive's arms are pinned to his sides by a simple harness looped around his backside. The captive himself is given the thirties, Leyendecker treatment with bouffant hair and suspiciously pink lips. The traces of tattoo we can see are different to the dense, samurai-inspired shoulder ink in the previous examples, here it seems lightly decorative rather than block-like bulk and comparatively feminine 

Felix Deon - Happy Servants

The sense of pre-war WW2 decadence pervades the styling of this image too with the subject matter itself reaching back to the Edwardian Belle Epoque. For an artist normally associated with the cute and witty this take on service is surprisingly S&M. It's pleasing to see the stereotypical role of camp dominatrix given an all-male treatment. 

There's an unusual double edge to the term 'servant' here exploring beyond the modern world of consensual leather servitude with a Downton Abbey, Upstairs-Downstairs twist that sees the footman and the groom vying for the attention of their kinky, aristocratic paymaster. Unfortunately, thanks to the sensationalism of the current era it's a scenario that doesn't have the power to surprise like it once did.

Felix Deon - Tattooed Submissive

Strangely enough this undramatic variation on the theme of domination is more unexpected. Or to be precise, the sight of a young westerner totally engulfed in oriental tattoos is unexpected. They simultaneously seem to disguise and yet in a strange way accentuate his nudity and vulnerability. It's hard to imagine why he would do this to himself and in this image he's not so much being submissive (as the title implies) but being dominated by the neatly dressed, leather master.

Felix Deon - Spanked

Another pastel drawing, directly inspired by an image which is well-known to me but which I can't quite place. It's a slightly awkward spanking  position but I can't fault the authenticity of the spankee's pain-filled face which Deon has beautifully captured. 

Felix Deon - Bird In Hand

I don't even know where to begin with this one. As one comes to expect with Deon, it draws on popular art of the past with distinctly Art Deco trees and turn of the century iconography in the peacock seducing the young (inevitably) gardener of some stately home. The naïve depiction of the formal garden in the background goes even further back to the 1700's. I suppose it must have roots in the legends of Asia as well, since Westerners are usually more reticent about relationships with the animal kingdom.

Royale Models - Peter George 5 - Fishing for Bulges

Peter George in tight-fitting Sailor Pants (Hussar Studio)

Peter George seems to be hanging up his fishing net here at the end of long day of work. 
It's a nice image giving a pleasing, mildly suggestive view of his cute, tight ass. 

It's a civilian scenario but he's wearing a military belt, it is discarded for other shots in the set.

The underlying, arm raised, pose here is inspired by the victory salute in classical statues, so draping it with a black net seems like a deliberate comment on the artistic restrictions caused by the social attitudes of the 50's. The rope coiled round his wrist is even more obviously symbolic of restraint. 

This group of photos appeared in 1961/62 under Royale's, then-emerging, Hussar brand. Peter's tight white trousers with the bottoms of the legs turned up copy what sailors used to do when washing decks but the practice also suggests a dash of stylish individuality which has not been completely overwhelmed by the uniform. 

The rope and the net augment the nautical theme but also supply a hint of bdsm.

 Matt Carrol, Fed Up Sailor by John Palatinus

Calf length trousers were also used for sailor imagery by other contemporaries, such as Palatinus and Barrington. This picture addresses the drudgery and humiliation of having to wash decks directly but the lump in his pants suggests he doesn't mind being bossed. They look more like riding breeches than naval ducks to me but I'm not complaining!

Peter George in tight-fitting Sailor Pants (Hussar Studio)

 This is the time of year for nicely wrapped packages, so this grainy image of Peter George is not entirely out of place. The bulge in his pants is teasingly believable here (if not quite as riveting as Matt Carrol's hosepipe just above).

Peter has discarded his belt here and is also disentangled from the rope and net, but his slightly seductive pose does not entirely dispel the simmering possibility of restraint and bdsm. We saw the fishing net previously, you may recall, in the fetishistic, wader images of Peter George Part 4. It's possible these pictures come from the same shoot. 

US sailors did wear straw boaters something like this at one time, but I'm not sure that Brits ever did, certainly not with shredded brims. Basil Clavering was an ex-sailor and a stickler for authenticity by some accounts, but the pictures in this series put me more in mind of a farm boy than a sailor. 

 

Peter George in tight-fitting Sailor Pants (Hussar Studio)

 This proud, defiant pose with net and rope completely discarded seems to pick up that idea of throwing off restraint. It also  gives Peter a chance to show off some impressive pec and arm musculature projecting a sense of inner power that counterbalances the sudden appearance of  'nakedness' produced by discarding the belt and all those accessories.

I dare say that the bulge lower down has also caught your eye. It' looks a more improbable manifestation here but still teases the eye with intriguing detail and I suppose it contributes a sexual dimension to the story of the inner man breaking free. It irresistibly reminds me of the homoerotic trickery of British contemporary photographer, Scott of London*.

I don't think the tight fit of the pants around Peter's thighs is faked, however, it's a very sexy look.

*Normally Basil Clavering and his colleague John Parkhurst are credited with producing the photographs of Royale Studio but I do wonder whether Scott (aka Tom Nicholl) was involved when I see 'bulge' pictures like this. He certainly photographed some of the models used by Royale for his own output and I recently stumbled across a reference which suggests a more direct connection which I will reveal in a future post.

Peter George snoozing in tight-fitting Sailor Pants (Hussar Studio)

No Peter George series of photographs is complete without some shots of his amazing backside. 

Even cloaked in trousers in an image of indifferent quality, his allure shines through.

These clandestine peeks always seem sexy.

His face seems to reflect his growing maturity from this viewpoint.

Peter George sleeping in tight-fitting Sailor Pants (Hussar Studio)

Freed from his constraints the freed man relaxes into dreams while he waits for the right man to come alone (Matt Carrol?). I don't think he'll have to wait too long.

Peter's backside is once again the focus here in an image that is unquestionably framed with an eye to sexual allure. There's absolutely no pretence of showcasing an athlete's dedication to health and weight-training in the gym - although I've no doubt that pursuit contributed to his shapeliness in this department. 

This daring image appeared in the British Magazine, Scan No 10 in 1961. 

Whether they got away with it I don't know.

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More about Royale and Peter George in a Future Post (pending)