New Spanking by Tom of Finland + new discoveries

Tom of Finland - Spanking

 I thought I'd seen all the Tom of Finland images I was ever likely to see until this amazing spanking image turned up recently on Strictop's GaySpankArt site at BSkySocial. It's in Tom's early '60's style which produced many of the great classics. The fashion detailing of the protagonist's clothing, socks, shoes and jumper suggests to me that it's quite early. If so, it's surprisingly explicit, sneakily so.

Some more rare gems from Strictop's collection.....

Steve Masters - Circus discipline

 This image by the highly original Steve Masters is the soul of discretion by comparison. You have to look closely just to see that it is spanking-related. Some scamp caught trying to sneak into the circus tent faces retribution. Is it a thrashing, or is the circus performer removing his belt with something different in mind, inspired by the juicy offering before him? 

Master's unique style featuring skin tight clothing has you guessing whether these men are clothed or not, opening up the more racy interpretation. Are those tattoos or fancy performance clothes the belt man is wearing? The detailing of the intruder's jeans is so faint that at first you don't see it. 

On closer inspection, fashion detail to match Tom's can be seen - the deep turn-ups of the jeans and black basketball shoes are so 50s yoof culture. Similar shoes turned up not long ago in a 1958 Royale Studio photo set of Ian Oliver.

 

This image by Matt is another rarity, preserved and rebranded by the notorious 'Nick Shadow'. A customer who complained gets short shrift from the Chef! Chef spanking crops up fairly regularly in the new wave of AI spanking imagery, but I confess that I don't really get it. I suppose the ubiquity of the wooden spoon, sometimes used for domestic paddling, makes the connection. The authority (and temperaments) of Chefs in professional kitchens is more widely understood these days thanks to TV, but the scenario doesn't really work for me. What I do like here is the maturity of the recipient and the hairiness of the spanker, whose hand lingers on his butt suggestively.

 This image by RASchultz is another period piece with a puzzling scenario that was probably inspired by the story he was illustrating. Executioner's masks had a bit of a vogue in the Drummer 80's and so did Chippendale bow ties on strippers, but it's hard to deduce what the connection might be in this picture. Fortunately, the sense of domination and beautiful, kneeling bondage in the imagery is so powerful that you don't really need to.

 

This image by Copper was a revelation to me. He is a prolific producer of comics which use humour to defuse their subject. I have seen his pointillist style before too, but the dark drama of this offering is on a different level. The hand under the chin makes an unusual physical connection and subtly reinforces the Master's control. Not sure about the moon, though! Artistic licence?

 

The great, British artist, Bill Ward, drew such uncompromisingly masculine figures that he even gets away with a walrus moustache here. Ripped pants, jock strap and a face down in a crotch make up an irresistible image of assertiveness and submission.

 

 

A final, eye-pleasing, modern AI offering from otklad, with a Senior Scout learning that you're never too old to learn about authority and discipline and that different rules are necessary when you're a long way from urban civilisation.

 ~

I'm indebted to Strictop for collecting these images, 
he also has a collection of spanking images on 'X' and a link to his spankart gallery. 

Art by 'Jockinbignikes' 2 - The Milking Factory

 Start reading at Part 1

Jockinbignikes - Billy, Specimen #115

 This is the closest this artist comes to showing us the extraction arrangements at his milking facility, which has a high-tech, lab-rat slant. The hunks are pre-treated to make them spontaneously produce voluminous quantities. They are not even required to undress, in fact it's so spontaneous, apparently, that they don't get the chance to. I suppose straining their produce through sweaty shorts might add extra depth to the masculine flavours, but simply collecting the run-off at his feet seems a little crude. You can see it's all spotlessly clean, though!

 

Jockinbignikes - Jonas, Specimen #300 - U of M Collection

This snap of a different donor at work seems to confirm the improvised nature of the collection arrangements. Rather like scrambling for buckets and bowls when the roof start leaking. 

However, milk extraction without attaching any restraints or collection tubes to the donor is a revolutionary innovation in the Male Milk industry and will produce ripples of unease in certain quarters. This facility exploits the natural willingness of men to give their tackle a run out at the drop of a hat, and the 'free-range' technique must add authenticity to the end-product. 

Jonas, here, was recruited after being seduced in the locker-room by two operatives. He willingly entered the collection van in an already excited condition. So when 'the treatment' was administered to him there, it was pushing at an already open door, amplifying his already activated impulses. The snag (from the donor's point of view) is that once production has kick-started, it can't be stopped. The treatment has to wear off. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Shayne - Specimen #96

 

Men who entered the programme, confident in their manly prowess, soon discovered that the insatiable uncontrollable, chemical 'push' of the treatment they had been given, was exhausting. More than the insistent 'pull' of conventional extraction devices that were used on men in captivity, in fact. The pleasure of rapidly repeating climaxes soon decayed until they just wanted it to stop. There was no restraint to stop them leaving the facility, but non-stop ejaculations made it physically impossible. The usual downer afterwards was multiplied over and over again, draining them of all aggression, of the will to do anything at all, in fact.

 

Jockinbignikes - Big Dean, Specimen #657, Mobile Acquisition Unit

 In the early days of the programme, it was easy to pick out likely-looking studs in quiet locations. To persuade them to volunteer their services and enter the Mobile Acquisition Unit for the initial treatment. Once disabled by desire, they were spirited away to the Collection Centre. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Specimen #881, Dustin D, Horny Gym Jock

As disappearances mounted, men became more wary. But by then the Centre developed a portable device that was able to apply the treatment randomly in the street, without the need to waste time on persuasion and preparation. It kicked in almost instantly, effectively disabling the chosen ones with orgasmic ecstasy. They were usually only too willing to accept the offer of transport to somewhere they could hide and be looked after until the embarrassing outflow was stopped. They were not to know just how long it might take. 

Jockinbignikes -  Jett and Bo, U of M Collection, Mobile Acquisition

Impressed by the performance of Jonas (image 2 above) the scientists returned to the University of Michigan to see what else the Wrestling Club had to offer. Thanks to misleading accounts of the Milking Centre's activities, deliberately leaked into social media, many young men thought it would be an honour to be selected for the programme. Jett and Bo thought so for a few fleeting seconds after they realised they'd been 'had' by the pair of chicks they were chatting up. 

 Their pride lasted long enough to pose for this picture. It didn't feel quite so great as they staggered to the white van with their organs enlarging and raging uncontrollably, but the cheers of the crowd kept the euphoria going a little longer. Then the doors closed and their new life as milk beasts began. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Greg, Subject #199

It didn't take long for the Government to get involved in the programme. They saw all sorts of benefits, ranging from increasing fertility in the population to taking hypermasculine aggression off the streets. By the time word had got around about what was going on, they had authorised The Centre to conscript new recruits to the programme, whether they wanted to join or not. It was still selective, Greg was under surveillance for weeks. When they came for him in the gym and showed him his call-up papers, he knew he had no choice. Unfortunately, he also had a good idea of the rough ride he was in for.

 

Jockinbignikes - Chet, Specimen #225

 Sometimes the Police were drafted in to add extra authority for the reluctant ones. Chet had been something of a locker room bully, constantly belittling less well-endowed teammates. Eventually, one of them turned the tables, reporting Chet's impressive statistics to the Centre and earning himself a useful finders fee to put towards his education. 

 

Jockinbignikes - Frank, Specimen #127

Soon, dodging the cum draft became a national pastime, but the searchers were relentless in their pursuit of tasty hunks. Frank was too fond of the ladies to keep his physical assets a secret, but his big weakness was that he couldn't keep away from the gym. They caught him there with his pants down and since he was an evader, they cuffed him as a precaution before leading him out to the white van. Luckily, Frank's obsession with his own body turned out to be a great asset in his new role. 
 

Watch out for that mysterious white van in your vicinity!

More Jockinbignikes next time

~

 This is also Milking Factory No 22, go to Milking Factory 23 (link pending)

 

Click on the 'Milking Factory' label below 

for all other posts on the subject at mitchmen blog

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

 

More Moosemind

Read Part 1 of this Moosemind post

Moosemind - Escape from the council of the apes

A great image of a fugitive fleeing from would-be captors. Guess what they want him for!

Not crazy about the simians, but it's easy to imagine your favourite, dreaded predator instead. 

Rather nice texturing and a neatly incongruous, beautiful sunset. An augury of recapture, perhaps.

 

Moosemind - You Won't Be Needing This Any More

 An equally mysterious storyline here, but it's a beautifully constructed composition, designed to showcase the central figure's body in a stimulating way. It's a classic example of less nudity is more sexy, a point reinforced by his abundance of amorous admirers. They seek to delay his departure, but there's a hint of physical restraint being applied on the right. As if where he's going involves captivity as well as nudity.

 

Moosemind - Listen Boy, Come Over To My Tent Later

There's a fascinating study of power imagery here. A man, whose posture emanates authority and strength, has been accosted in the street and seems to be embarrassed by it, angered even. The other man is taller than him and clasps his neck, assertively pulling him closer, but at the same time bowing his head in a gesture that speaks of affection and supplication. This little drama is acted out before a fascinated audience

Both men are naked and (according to the title) one of them lives in a tent, although this is an obviously wealthy city. Similarly, the onlookers are all clad in drab loincloths, as if of a lowly caste. They must be slaves or arena fighters, perhaps. Men whose close relationships are all that they have. 

This is an unfaithful lover, perhaps, returning full of regret, or a defeated opponent coming forward to pay his forfeit, knowing he will be roundly used and humiliated. We can imagine the denouement in the marginally less public setting of his tent will involve lots of shouting, humble pie, tears and sex. 

 

Moosemind - Samson Destroys The Philistines

The underlying image here is a bit of a cliché, but it's nicely modelled and if, like me, you are not enamoured of long hair, it's easy to visualise a haircut that's as tidy as his physique. The soaring architecture is the wrong era, but superbly dramatic and gives a more relatable sense of scale to the modern eye. However, it makes you realise the original tale of him bringing down the temple must have been exaggerated a tiny bit. Or else, the priests got their just reward for neglecting the long-term maintenance of the building. 

Moosemind - Jealousy

This artist's interest in ancient cultures takes in the sport of naked wrestling, but he's applied it here to a more domestic scenario. It's quite hard to capture the drama of fighting in a static image, but this is a good attempt. The cartoon-style 'impact' signal is unorthodox but serves its purpose without subverting the splendid artistic pairing of figures, whose bodies are juxtaposed together and matched in a manner that seems to invoke the private intimacy and passion that has brought them to public blows.

 

 

Moosemind - Manhandled

 Here too, there's a great sense of struggle and also of physical strength, a sight that is rarely manifested in modern day, pro wrestling but can still be glimpsed in the amateur code. This mighty lift, delivered from a seated position, seems to have caught, off guard, an opponent who was prematurely celebrating victory in the modern manner, with clenched fists. An improbable throw, but a rather satisfying comeuppance for the braggart. The characterisation of the two men, one wild and hairy, the other with a more refined and subtle masculinity, reinforces the storyline.

 

 

Moosemind - Sparring

The artist's disingenuous title doesn't quite match the image a gay observer perceives. It is a perfectly feasible wrestling moment, but you can't help thinking that both men might have lost sight of the aim of winning this contest. He who has the upper hand suddenly finds himself distracted by an unexpected development. His over-excited opponent seems to have become suddenly aware of his own vulnerability, having started something he might not be happy to finish.

 

Moosemind - The Agoge Trials

A more conventional expression of the ancient art here shows two young men struggling for supremacy before an audience of soldiers. The Agoge was a rigorous, Spartan training program for young male citizens, so this is an authentic scene, but the sensual entwining of naked bodies here makes you wonder about the thoughts of those seemingly detached on-lookers and the reward given to the winner.

 

 

Moosemind - Colonised

 

This rather unusual take on the founding of America is frank and almost political in the way it contrasts the pride and strength of the captive, Native American with the uniformed, flag-bearing pomp of his captors, who seem to regard him as a curiosity. The title is bluntly accurate, but not one that modern day politicians care to acknowledge. Popular culture takes refuge in the Wild West stereotyping of 'renegades', rather than heroic freedom fighters.

 

Moosemind - Squanto Captured

There's a similar theme here but with a greater sense of enslavement and humiliation of the unfortunate captive. The on-lookers, civilised and determinedly religious, seem oblivious of his humanity. 

 

The original story of Squanto seems to conflate episodes of settlers being helped to survive by members of the Patuxet tribe with others in which indigenous tribesmen were kidnapped and trafficked to Europe as slaves, but it serves to make the artist's point. It's unlikely that any of them were such impressive physical specimens as this man, but it helps to amplify the sense of 'difference' in a way that shows him as more of a man than his captors.

Moosemind - Zane Blaze

The boots on the other foot here, or possibly on no foot at all, with a white man (of equally muscular and equally improbable stature) held captive in a way that draws on religious imagery to cast him as a martyr too. It makes a delicious counter-point to the Squanto images. 

Zane Blaze sounds like the protagonist in a pulp fiction Western, but I can't find a relevant reference. We may guess that he's an adventurer or lawman who's got himself into undeserved difficulties. He's clearly been unlucky enough to fall into the hands of cowboys who find his physique of as much interest as his supposed misdeed. Justice sometimes took arbitrary, brutal forms in those days, but with the noose dangling in the background, I shudder to think what they have in mind for the naked Zane. 

Moosemind - Lovers in Arms - Beneath The Olive Moon

 This tender scene seems like another of those "you want it really, don't you?" moments when a man is obliged to acknowledge his inner reality. It might easily have found a place in my story of the humiliation of the Spartan army in Part 1 of this Moosemind post. The seducer here, however, seems more respectable than the cunning Throbbers who undermined the advance guard of the Spartan Army on that inglorious day. 

This man is blond, wears a white loin-cloth that is loose beyond reproach, and even has the victor's laurel wreath on his head. What could possibly be wrong with him? Alas, such is the way with men! The poor guard, struggling with his own desires, and military duty too, I hope, seems to sense that something isn't right. Probably though he's just tormenting himself, when really, there is no need.

 

Moosemind - The Blacksmith's Apprentice

 

Another out-take from the Spartan shaming. Another youth separated from his lover and transported to a distant realm to work out his life as a slave. At least this one will learn a skill to give some meaning to his life, but an interview in the nude like this suggests that forging iron may not be the only hot banging he's going to experience. His resentful look may reflect that he's just learned of that unpleasant module in his training plan. Still, at least he's alive.  

Moosemind - Bare Slave

I've always been of the view that a slave ought to work for his keep, not just idly enjoy the attentions (dubious or otherwise) of his master. And if he's a muscular slave, he ought to use that muscle to good purpose. Make 'em sweat. Makes a great show.  It's good for him, too, helping to preserve that glorious physique for other purposes. I suppose there is a risk here that he might lob his load at the temple, Samson-style, but any guard worth his salt ought to be able to keep a naked man in check.

Read Part 1 of this Moosemind post 

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Faux Pants

 

We've all put on socks that don't match each other in our morning haze, 

but for Jeff it was a lot worse than that. 

 

Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to conform to #makemenwearshorts*, 

but in the fashion capital of the world, he couldn't have got it more wrong.

 

 

*for more on  #makemenwearshorts see mitchmen @'X'
 

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.

 

~

 

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