Art Bob 2

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Art Bob - GoldBrickers

We'd call them 'slackers' or 'malingerers' these days. Three men trying to get a Doctor's note for a few days off work. Or perhaps it's just an excuse to be examined by the handsome, young Medic. The degree of disrobing he requires of them suggests he has an exacting and thorough technique (and equally dubious motivations?). 

 

The hunk in the foreground is wearing shorts that are both rolled down at the waist and rolled up at the leg to create a sort of loin cloth effect. He is faking a fever by putting his thermometer on a hot radiator, which itself is puffing out smoke signals of appreciation for the assembled, hot "hunkage". 

 

The current examinee, standing with his flies wide open and nothing underneath apparently, presents himself for the medic's stethoscope, nervously tensed. Anxious perhaps, that his pants will drop at the slightest provocation, revealing something he'd rather keep to himself. 

 

The guy stripping off at the back, for me, is the most interesting, strong jawed and lightly stubbled, he has a cute haircut and muscular arms. A glimpse of buttock tells us he's going to be examined totally naked.  

 

Art Bob - The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall

Everyone's already naked in this image, queuing up nervously to get their jabs, of which there are to be a great many, as witness the multiple plasters on those who have gone before. If that wasn't daunting enough, one of them - 'Mr Bigger' - has fainted and is being carried away by his buddies. 

 

Physique Pictorial captioned this as a military induction scenario, which implies the men are strangers and need to demonstrate good masculine resolve in front of their new peers, even if they are naked and defenceless. 

 

There's some interesting detail, a stray hand seeming to pull back the guy at the front of the queue (or perhaps it's tickling the fainted man's foot). The nearest culprit gazing upwards innocently. The recruit at the very back appears to be humping someone. This provocative, but discreetly obscured, forward thrusting pose is seen in other Art-Bob images. 

 

Art-Bob's contemporary, Spartacus, often drew large group scenes like this with sporting and naval settings.  

 

Art Bob - Life Savers

This situation is sort of medical too, but following a book of Life Saving instructions suggests this is about novices getting in practice, rather than a real emergency. Admittedly the 'victim' does looks a bit glum, depending on whether you see his eyes as open or closed. The 3 oil rigs in the distance seem as if they might be an interesting phallic representation of the group's feelings. They also suggest it's based on a geographic location known to the artist.  

 

The portable radio and shades in the foreground are a nice detail. The basket weave, kepi-style cap appears in another image below, US readers may recognise the style, but it's new to me. 

 

Art Bob - Skiing Mishap (my title)

 Another young man seeking his buddy's help with a bad case of burnt bottom after misjudging the strength of the sun rays on the snowy ski slopes. The ointment and liniment on the bench suggest his friend is equally stricken, but he still looks highly dubious about the prospect of mutual oiling in that particular area.  

There's an odd-looking detail in the grass beyond them that looks rather like a big cat with menacing fangs. It's actually a bearskin rug, and it appears in one of other pictures in the set (see below). Perhaps to parody of the pain the boys are experiencing.

This is one of six drawings in The 'Skiing' Series. Two others are known to me. One shows the blond trying on his skis, wearing nothing but a hooded top, unzipped to the waist. In the other, he's being roused by his buddy from sleep to go skiing before the snow melts. Both seem to simply showcase the boys' physiques. I suspect there's a narrative in which the snow melts, and they resort to nude sunbathing with disastrous consequences. 

 

Art Bob -The Young Carpenters 1

More bottom pain awaits one of the protagonists in this diptych. Our increasingly hapless blond is working with his buddy again, this time nailing shingles on a roof. He loses his balance and his buddy's efforts to save him only result in ripped clothing.

There's some nice physique drawing here and a distinctly balletic composition, brought out by the light hand used to sketch the background detail. In other images Art-Bob depicts ballet scenes and tights more explicitly. 

The difficult perspective here presents no problems to this accomplished artist.  

 

Art Bob -The Young Carpenters 2

This sequel is quite a well known image, you may have seen it converted into a spanking picture. The blond has landed in a barrel of nails which his friend considerately extracts from his posterior one at a time.

The bulge and shading of the legs of the buddies jeans here is quite effective. 

 

Art Bob - The Artist (my title)

 Many of Art Bob's pictures seem to simply be vehicles for male physique drawing. The artistic hunk in the foreground is a deceptively casual creation. But while he lazily touches up his painting, two naked, young men, posing for him in the background must sustain as pose that must be getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. So it's also an illustration of the control any visual creator has over his models. 

 

There's a more overtly erotic ingredient in the positioning of the right-hand model's head just in front of him, seeming to suggest he's being obliged to give service, which in a way he already is. There may not be much of a bulge in the artist's jeans, but the dripping paintbrush is equally telling. A rather stylish example of 'hidden eroticism'.

 

Art Bob - Artist With His Model 1 (my title)

There's a similar theme here, with an exceptionally muscular, young model being prepared for his shoot (as it were!). The miniature figure on the floor behind him suggests this is a sculptor's studio, so he's probably in for a long stint. What's more, the coat draped over his shoulders and the broken window behind him, with snow and icicles visible, indicates that this is the proverbial, freezing garret. 

Oblivious of this, the artist takes great pains and time to get the skimpy, modesty covering adjusted just right. The sculptor's clothing, complete with trendy deck shoes, is the product of an artist well versed in fashion sketching, but perhaps not the typical attire of bohemian artists.

 

Art Bob - Artist With His Model 2 (my title)

 In the sequel, the sculptor has given the poor model ear-muffs to wear - in response to his complaints about the cold presumably. To add to this indignity, they are particularly feminine, fluffy muffs. He is also obliged to pose holding a household broom instead of a manly spear, highlighted by the contrast with the authenticity of the helmet.

The sculptor working on his model looks at him as if mystified by his grumbles. Of course, he's wrapped up warm himself. At first sight he looks like a painter cleaning his hands with a rag, but he is actually modelling a figure, you can see the shape of the legs, matching those of the model.  

 

Art Bob - Crowded Quarters

 

In their youth, men are usually undismayed by having to share quarters and bare all to other men. The two hunks in the foreground here seem happy to improvise, doing their morning ablutions in close proximity without any apparent concerns. The close arrangement of crotch and elbow is not without erotic interest, nor of course the bent over pose of the nearest man.

 Their younger flatmate, waiting his turn, seems to positively enjoy the spectacle of them jostling at the sink. While they are preoccupied, he seems to be holding up someone's undershorts for a closer examination, as if wondering how they would feel on him. Art Bob seems to have liked this criss-cross pattern, it crops up in a number of his drawings. 

This man also seems to be holding a rosebud which I'm not sure how to interpret. Is it a symbol of his crush on the owner of the pants? Or of what he imagines extracting from them? Maybe the forward thrust of his pelvis and the shielding of his crotch by the backside of one of the hunks provides the answer. Well we can all dream!

 

Art Bob -Water Shortage

 This picture has a similar 'sharing' theme to the one above, but is almost the opposite in emotional terms. These four men jockeying to get some of the water that is dripping out of the shower head are definitely not happy with the arrangement. When it was published, Physique Pictorial related it to military service, when of necessity, washing arrangements were often improvised. 

 

Comrades in arms usually make the best of such inconveniences, but the levels of embarrassment on display here seem to go far beyond that. There's a certain, very mitchmen-esque pleasure to be derived from their predicament. 'Trim' No 3 bizarrely observed that "the English might consider that these boys deserve this fate". Be that as it may, we are deprived of Art-Bob's usual cute faces as a result and must content ourselves with some luscious physique detail.

 

The picture is not without erotic humour, however. The muscular blond in the foreground is rubbing his backside, almost as if he has felt a surreptitious touch. Beyond him, a comrade looks back over his shoulder, as if he might have felt the same thing, as they bathe, accidentally cheek to cheek. Or perhaps it's his wandering hands that were responsible, and he's feigning innocence but can't resist observing the reaction of his target. 

 

The same might be said of the figure on the left, whose willowy physique is another example of Art Bob's forward thrusting pelvis action which produces a natural bunching of the backside and possibly in this case, embarrassment for the man in the middle soaping his hair, he's seen what we can't!

 

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More Art Bob in Part 3 (article pending)

 

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Experimental Art by Richman65

Shameful Exam 11

 

The mysterious oral procedure being carried out here uses equipment reminiscent of traditional water divining, but otherwise the clinic looks pretty normal, although the nurse looks a little anxious about what's going on. Surprisingly, the patient is stripped to his underwear, but he doesn't seem to be complaining! However, the hint of a metal band on his wrist suggests a more sinister situation.

  

Clinical Restraints and Shameful Exam 3

In another ward nearby, the atmosphere is darker, with an older man looking less sanguine about his Doctor's preparations. The attractive smattering of hair on his chest and legs seems to be bristling at the prospect of an 'examination' that looks as if it will require a selection of hidden instruments (possibly a keyboard) and mandatory silence.

  

Shameful Exam 9

At first sight, the presence of a device on a tripod in this clinic suggest a film set. You couldn't blame the Doctor for wanting to make a record of having this muscular specimen on his table, particularly one clad in such clinging underwear.  

 

The panoply of restraint has now taken on fetish dimensions. Perhaps that is in recognition of the patient's physical attributes. Or maybe it's a precaution against his (predictable) aversion to the needle, which the Doctor is preparing for him. The gloved medic seems to have her concerns too, but seems to be fully prepared to make her own point. 

 

 

Shameful Exam 10

 Here the same clinical staff tackle another, Adonis-like patient and the procedure seems even more obscure. This time though there's a hint that the subject is just a little bit excited about the whole predicament, deep down. The nurse's expression suggests he shouldn't be. 

 

I've posted a precursor to this story at my BSky.Social account

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These images by Richman65 demonstrate the power of AI to generate detailed, fantastical, hyper-authentic scenes that would be beyond the powers of most artists starting from scratch. The vague sense of purpose allows for any number of interpretations, ranging from the most innocent of investigations to pure horror scenarios. The improbable attractiveness of the men on the table might even suggest a satirical take on the purely cosmetic surgery industry. The retention of client underwear is a not insignificant detail. It's both appealing and sometimes revealing.

Richman65 posts at DeviantArt 

The artist provides notes and a full story that explains his thinking behind these images. Other work there has a more significant female presence, alongside some good, male bondage imagery.

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AI Art by DirtyMocchaBB -2

DirtyMocchaBB - Let Me Finish Reading This Book

As a seasoned, much decorated veteran, Tim was irked when his new Commander ordered him to wear skimpy shorts at all times while on duty. Reading through the Unit's Manual on Disciplinary Procedures, he began to understand why.

 

DirtyMocchaBB - No, Please Don't Pull My Pants Down

 It was an elite unit, so discipline on the base was tight. 

Dawson knew what to expect when he got back late from leave. 

The Guards seized any opportunity to practice their rope work,

 as a preliminary to questioning prisoners.

 

DirtyMocchaBB -You Can Keep Me Tied Up Like This

 Once they had a man restrained, the security squad was noted for its thoroughness, stripping the veneer of defiance from offenders. They didn't use kid gloves. In fact, they didn't use gloves at all, which were not deemed to be in keeping with the masculine ethos of the unit. Consequently, when drugs were suspected, not every one was keen to follow investigatory procedures to the letter.

 

see also the sequel at 'X' 

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - That Is Cutting It Too Close

Trained to resist severe interrogation and pain if captured, these elite soldiers were often drafted in the Army's own, sometimes fanciful, research programmes, as guinea pigs. Knowing how the Army treated their own men, they were never quite sure whether they'd get out with everything intact.

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - Doc help Me, I'm Getting Bigger

Another quest by the Army to develop 'Super Soldiers' using modified hormones was cancelled after it resulted in uncontrollable levels of fraternisation between the men in the barracks.  

 

The researchers were loath to sacrifice their work and took the opportunity to sell the formula on to illicit, civilian clinics. Unfortunately, the operatives there often lacked the necessary expertise in dosage, with predictable results.

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - Being A Doctor, I Love Hunky Men

Embarrassing rectification episodes frequently followed in more mainstream, (and supposedly reputable), medical establishments. 

 

Bikers are much misunderstood creatures, most of them are shy, silent types, not hell-raisers. Fond of the company of men but wary of women. So, when Jim's 'enhancement' went wrong, his embarrassment in front of the female Doctor was off the scale. 

 

Already a great looker, that trait made him even more attractive, especially to maternal ladies. But it did not attract much sympathy from this ultra-professional and slightly disreputable practitioner, not known to pass up an opportunity to see a man naked and nervous. 

 

I'm glad to say that this artist's fem-dom imagery does not feature scanty clothing or luscious seducers. 

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - Disgusting Behaviour, Shall I Strip You Here?

It has to be admitted, that some biker recipients of the faulty hormone therapy developed behaviour of a most regrettable nature,  in the worst traditions of 'shock 'em', antisocial activities - like riding their bikes into convent churches, for example. 

 

They were not the first men to discover that the so-called weaker sex often has hidden steel. Far from being upset and intimidated, the Nuns called the Police. The bikers were arrested by a female cop leading a specially set up shaming squad, who arrived complete with lights and camera to record the bikers' humiliations. Which were to be slowly stripped of their leathers and much else in front of their victims.

  

 

DirtyMocchaBB - The Biker's Convention

When the Biker's convention rolled into town with the usual cacophony of noisy, stuttering exhausts, the Women's Guild decided to take action. Squads of women, staked out the Hotels and targeted those men with particularly offensive behaviour.

 

A group of three hairy beasts were cornered in their room by stern old ladies and quickly turned into pussies. The bikers were forced to strip off their smelly leathers and don matching, red underpants. Then they had to crawl across the room to kiss their own boots, newly requisitioned by their elderly, lavender-scented tormentors. 

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB -Men Loving Another

While this mayhem was going on, two half-naked bikers escaped from their room and cowered in the showers, where they discovered mutual support mechanisms that would have risked them being booted out of their Club if any of their comrades had seen them.  

 

I find this image highly erotic. If the boots are cropped off, the pair morph into an artistic diving pair, sexily consoling each other after an 'off' dive.

 

  

DirtyMocchaBB -Please Let Me Go, I'll Do Anything

The police did nothing to intervene with the bikers, they were too busy with apprehending young, speeding motorists who were much easier to deal with than rampaging women and rowdy, motorcycle gangs. The younger generation could usually could be relied upon to compliantly provide innocent entertainment into the small hours before being released, without charge. 

 

DirtyMocchaBB -I Will Enjoy Taking Off Your Clothes And...

Most of these young men kept silent, knowing that an unsympathetic 'Serves you right' or an even worse (painful) fate awaited them if they revealed their indiscretions to their parents. 

Some Fathers who did learn of their son's sordid experiences, however, took exception and then revenge. Relatively innocent young cops on night patrol found themselves mysteriously targeted as surrogate examples and removed to a place of captivity without benefits. 

DirtyMocchaBB - I Love All That Fur On You

Some captive cops found their treatment at the hands of irate Fathers (and sometimes their sons too) less unpleasant than might have been expected. It was only afterwards when they realised there might have been cameras recording all their responses that they started to feel uncomfortable about it and anxious for their careers. 

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - A Kiss Is Just A Kiss

Maybe a kiss is just a kiss, but some kisses are more intense than others. This seemingly chance encounter between a muscle hunk, minding his own business and an opportunist passer-by, oozes with erotic appeal. An unlikely pair on the face of it, each feeling out the other, perhaps taking the first step into a passionate affair, as time goes by. The stereotyping is daring and very powerful. 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - Guess What's Coming Off Next

Room Service never used to be like this, but maybe I've been going to the wrong hotels! I wonder what else is on the menu? It looks like touching is 'off' tonight, but imagine having a cutie, bell boy stripping off for you in your bed. This is a marvellously understated image leaving the viewer to imagine how things will progress. 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - The Coach Enjoyed His Inspection

 

How To Get Into Tight Pants if you've got a big backside.
Get the coach to give you a hand, of course.
But unless you want to curry favour with him, 

be alert to his famous, underhand tactics.

 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - I Must Find The Secret Codes

This artist's work is sprinkled with really attractive, non-erotic images, like this one of a (hunky) adventurer seeking out a clue to an ancient, lost treasure in a dusty, old library. The atmosphere and colouring is terrific. The symbolism of the shaft of sunlight is a trifle corny, but great visually. 

 

DirtyMocchaBB - No-One Can free You From My Spell

The previous picture and its colouring co-ordinates nicely with this image that references the legendary genie in the lamp of '1001 Arabian Nights'. 

 

The neat twist here is that the servant of the lamp does not live inside it as some airy-fairy magical vapour, but is, in effect, the lamp's companion, guardian, lover even. In other images of this set, the servant has the lamp's sinuous spout in his mouth as if he is sucking it. 

 

It looks like a very valuable lamp, too. Is this the secret treasure the adventurer seeks, and if he finds it will he, too, become enslaved?  

 

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