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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.

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Defeated Army Enslaved

Charles Gleyre - Romans Under The Yoke (1858, detail)

This image depicts the subjugation of an entire, defeated army. 

The muscular soldiers have been stripped of their uniforms and armour.

Reduced to loincloths, their hands are tied behind their backs 

and noose collars of enslavement have been put round their necks.

The entire army was forced to pass under a yoke,

 symbolically bending their heads to acknowledge their failure

and the superiority of their captors,

 who flogged them as they ducked to pass through the arch.

In the full size image of this picture, the artist sought to heap further embarrassment

on the captives by surrounding them with jeering children and choirs of celebrating women.

It's an 19th century work but those sullen, masculine faces and muscular physiques 

still reach out to us across the chasm of time. 

Sadly that homoerotic tang is absent from other, grand works by Gleyre, 

but some have an unexpectedly modern, surreal quality,

Look for 'Egyptian Temple' and the fantasy world of 'Lost Illusions'.

In this image of the scene the captives are tethered together, like oxen. 

This illustrator seems to have heavily based his work on Gleyre's compelling image

But, he's accorded the captives more modest attire, Victorian style.

Another image of the scene shows a captive stripped completely naked

and his clothes and possessions being looted by the captors.

Other artists have imagined a less graphic format to the humiliating submission

with the 'yoke' merely symbolic, the arch actually made from the captor's spears.

However, the flimsy shifts worn by the captives here are scarcely better than full nudity

The depiction is highly sensual and the 'horns' of the aggressive captors

add a threatening tang of sexual domination to the army's subjugation.

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The event that inspired these images was the ancient battle of Caudine Forks (321 BC)

It wasn't really a battle at all.

The entire Roman army was decoyed into a trap by the Samnites.

Bottled up in a canyon, they surrendered without a fight.

That's humiliation enough for any seasoned soldier.

Samnite Re-enactment Fan

I doubt that the Samnite warriors ever looked quite like this!

But that short tunic and bag dangling from his belt

might have been a useful distraction during close combat!

Tentacle Art by Ruslan

 The early tentacle render portrays a much more dramatic pose pose than most in this genre.

The unfortunate victim is being assailed from above and below by tentacles which have a technological origin, not a biological one. His arms are pinned back by the assailants and one is wrapped round his neck, like a noose, pulling him upwards. Others, emerging from what looks curiously like the innards of a piano, are entwined round his legs and levering them open, leaving the way clear for penetration and milk extraction.

I don't have a site link for Ruslan 

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Art by Alibobokk aka 'JR'

Alibobokk - Suspended and Pumped

This image is a supreme statement of total, extreme bondage with a man undergoing a uniquely personal, sensual experience under the direction and control of an unseen, external agent. He is tightly bound, face wrapped and suspended in the air, totally deprived of normal sensory stimulation leaving only that provided through the ropes compressing his body and the tubular attachments to his orifices. There also appear to be 2 electrical cables, presumably attached to his pecs. Someone unseen is in total control, but this image is not about him, it's about the bound man.

The artist who produced this striking image signs himself 'JR' on some pictures but he goes under the name 'Alibobokk' on X (previously called Twitter). His art accentuates muscle shaping within the male body sometimes approaching the style of Drtkk.

Alibobokk - Shibari

This image has similar ingredients but the addition of a leotard provides an identity and context for the viewer's fantasies to feed on. With the subject facing outwards it's more suggestive of his vulnerability to control than his inner journey (although the white spillage reveals his intense excitement). The viewer senses (as he does himself) the presence of the man who has lavished time on artistically tying him up and intends to savour the result.

 

Alibobokk - Aloha Chastity

There's no great indicator of age in the preceding pictures but cheery, young men like this surfer-type pop up from time to time in this artist's output, seemingly offering themselves up to us. This sporty man's provocative posing unexpectedly reveals a state of chastity. We don't know if it is a statement of self control or evidence of having submitted to it and perhaps now appealing for release. The viewer can imagine himself as the key holder (if he can keep his hands steady enough!). 

These images seems the wrong way round to western eyes, 

it's origins are Chinese so it should be read right to left.

Alibobokk - Aloha

This image provides the missing link in the sequence and gives a startling glimpse of what is crammed inside that tiny, chastity capsule. Also, one might speculate, evidence of the sort of behaviour that gave rise to its attachment in the first place. 

Apparently Black Cats are positive images in China, associated with wisdom and justice. 

This one's narrowed eyes look more judgemental than enlightened.

Alibobokk - Chastity Guys

This seems like a celebration of chastity. Two, notably muscular buddies seem to be proudly comparing their restraint equipment when once they might have been comparing cock sizes. In a sense the chastity cage is the great leveller but these two devices, though similar, are not of equal size. Older readers may recall the time when men sought out the jeans with shortest zip, perhaps a similar race to the bottom (as it were) applies in the realms of public, chastity display. 

Alibobokk - Shibari at the Office

In this image a tightly-bound office-worker seems to be floating in the air, but is posed as if still seated at his desk. It suggests an office fantasy where a much-admired co-worker is frozen in time, magically elevated, his shoes and trousers made to disappear and then invisibly enveloped in bondage. The top buttons of his shirt have been undone and pulled apart allowing the body harness to squeeze his pecs out through the gap. The reverse re-arrangement of his underpants transforms them into a minimal thong whose sole purpose is to contain his burgeoning erection. It's an extremely sexy picture.

The speech bubbles suggest he's actually a straight man being teased by subordinates who fancy him and offer him sex on account of his excited response to being bound in this provocative way. He vainly protests that he's not what they think but his ID badge lies on the floor as though it represents a vital protective barrier that has been pushed aside. Fortunately the taping of his face hides his identity as well as that of his tormentors should anyone choose to photograph the scene.

The matter of fact title of this picture is reminiscent of books about crafts like flower arranging which would devote individual chapters to the diverse places and occasions when the technique could be introduced, shibari at home, shibari in the Office, shibari in Church,....the list is endless!

Alibobokk - Sub Worked

This is a very similar image which I have included to indulge my own enjoyment of the way the clothing motifs are exploited. The inset 'photograph' seems to reiterate that sense of a man who has been admired from afar until now. His white socks suggest the object of the obsession has a sporting connection. This time it seems to have led to abduction and not just an inappropriate Office prank.

Alibobokk - On his Knees 

A pleasingly clean image featuring attractive, upper body, harness restraint. The captive has a sexy hairline and the focus on his neck continues with a chunky, chain collar and a slightly sinister, dangling cord attachment suggestive of a noose.

The lower half his body is slightly out of kilter with an exaggerated balloon butt (glowing red) and plummy balls which frame a receptive rear, expressing the artist's more earthy interests.

Alibobokk - In The Frame

That earthiness is brought to the fore here. In your face you might say. The ingenious, dual purpose restraint and display block may not be totally original but is a highly polished and convincing piece of apparatus, beautiful in it's simplicity. There's an equally multifunctional plug and probe device whose capabilities to thrill we can only imagine, but thrill they plainly do! 

This set up references the erotic characteristics of tentacle-alia but the probing tubes look to have been engineered by human hand and are suggestive of the practice of colonic irrigation which enjoyed something of a vogue in the 90's. Ball weights (possibly attached via a spring) keep the captive's tackle tidy and out of the way while also reminding him that pleasure must always be counterbalanced by pressure and pain.  

Alibobokk - Plugged and Milked

This sportsman is shown undergoing similar procedures in a slightly more comfortable and slightly less undignified position. But it reveals an expression that tells us that the experience, which might have been expected to be pleasurable, is proving to be demanding for him. It's a matter of degree I suppose and being subjected to strange, new experiences which you cannot control can be very disconcerting.

Alibobokk - Universal Soldier

This artist's interest in tubular, body attachments leads him into the murky regions of augmenting and modifying the body. Here he visualises tubes of an unspecified nature implanted into the groin of his military-looking subject. Tentacle art sometimes fantasises about ultra deep penetrations of a conventional kind but this seems to extend the idea into penetration of the body itself, perhaps in search of internal regions that can be stimulated (presumably pleasurably). 

The dumbbell fitting used to organise this man's balls are a nice detail.

This man is also fitted with a collar tube suggestive of breathing tubes fitted after a tracheostomy which gruesomely extends the niche subject of breathing control (already touched upon in the first image) into startling regions, but this artist's work suggests to me that he's interested in the level of invasiveness and threat rather than extreme experimentations themselves. 

This image seems to encapsulate a search for what you might call the ultimate erotic sensation, a secret internal source of pleasure, the Holy Grail of sex. But it's an internal search apparently, in this case realised through the agency of machines and technology. This artist's work doesn't involve other people except as hidden controllers who appear to be directing the search. Experimenting on their captives by subjecting them to ever more extreme sensations, pleasurable or otherwise. The psychology of this is interesting but I wouldn't pretend to understand or explain it. 

See more of Alibobokk at X (aka Twitter)

Jotto - Jungle Boy Excerpts

The popularity of Jotto's gay fetish art never seems to wane and these excerpts from his recent 'Jungle Boy' series demonstrate that his powers to excite are as strong as ever.

Jotto - Jungleboy Trashed

Jungleboy's captors treat him with contempt.

But they cannot diminish his aura of masculinity.

Jotto - Jungleboy Power-Washed

His physical attributes seem to win him a reprieve.

Jotto - Jungleboy slung

But only so that they can use him.

Jotto - Jungleboy Face Down

Jungleboy is cast aside and  left for dead

But the jungle is his friend, he lives to fight another day.

Jotto - Jungleboy Vengeful

But his spirit is far from extinguished.

Jotto - Jungleboy To The Rescue

Jungleboy is not alone in being abused.

He rescues another victim from the gang, Thiago.

They fall in love.

Jotto - Jungleboy Arrow Shot

But the gang pursue the escapers and corner them.

The reclaim Thiago and punish Jungleboy 'Sebastian style'.

In the historical story St Sebastian is not killed by the soldier's arrows

and so it proves here. 

Jotto - Jungleboy Walking Away

Once again Jungleboy is able to return to the shelter of the jungle.

But it's not necessarily the end.

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I have tweaked Jotto's story here for presentation purposes, he gives it a surprisingly romantic ending with Jungleboy and Thiago sailing off into the wild blue yonder. In this series he dabbles with some extreme and difficult subject matter in places which I have discreetly tiptoed round in this selection although I have drawn the line at blood. You can find the omissions at the Telemachus gallery link below. However his artistry with the male physique and depictions of 'the hero in peril' are outstanding and even win over my normal aversion to long hair. Super erotic art.

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 Other Jotto articles at mitchmen blog: 

A-Z of artists article, 
Milking Factories 6, 
Mystery of the Red Barn
also featured in Snakes & Chains

There's a vast collection of gay art at Telemachus 12

see Jotto's Gallery there

The Torments of Channing Travolta

 When a man with a smiling, college jock face calling himself 'Channing Travolta' posts publicity pictures of himself in virgin white trunks, he's creating an image that is an attractive target for all the beastly characters in the world of wrestling who just love to take a self-regarding, pretty boy down a peg or two. 

 

Against Elite Eliot he confident turns up wearing brash red trunks with matching arm bands plus a bleach blond hair-do that projects more edge than his squared-jawed, well cushioned appearance actually delivers.

Nevertheless his chunky physique alone suggests he will be a formidable opponent and more than able to look after himself. So it proves. He gains an early ascendancy over the highly experienced Eliot and pauses to showboat as if to assure us 'you ain't seen nothing yet'.

His undisguised glee while inflicting a painful claw hold on Eliot's face reveals a typically jock-like, cruel streak and contempt for his opponent. Travolta's arrogance is likely to backfire badly at some point, especially against an old trooper like Eliot, who's more wrestler than bully, but no stranger to inflicting unpleasantness on his opponents.

 

Eliot can turn to a dirty trick or two of his own. if he's riled.

And what better way to do it than by grabbing Channing's showy hair?

In very short order, Channing finds himself down on his knees, 

being levered into back-breaking agony.

His pretty-boy face is engulfed by the sweaty hairiness of Eliot's armpit.

But, inexplicably, his manhood pushes out against the restraint of his trunks.

Channing has suddenly lost control of this contest,

His superior weight and strength are neutralised by his opponent with humiliating ease

It's used against him as he is dropped, crashing down onto the canvass.

 

 

His foray into the ring suddenly ends in humiliation and failure. 

see video trailer of Channing v Eliot at Wrestler4Hire

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A second match quickly follows.

Max Quivers' mask and business suit don't fit the template of a serious wrestler,

 but he's a lot bigger than Channing and that the spooky outfit belies a wealth of fight experience. 

Channing quickly discovers that truth as Max's friendly handshake

 suddenly pulls him into a backwards arm lever and torso twist.

He forces Channing to bend, exposing his fleshy waist to a vicious claw hold.

It's as if those red trunks have angered Max, like the proverbial bull shown a red rag.

Throwing Channing down onto the canvas, the black depths of Max's psyche emerge 

as he wraps his hands round Channing's neck and squeezes the choke hold.

Max releases his hold before Channing passes out, allowing him to roll away 

But then he follows and traps him, pinning his neck beneath the sole of his shoe.

Giving us a nice view of Channing's buns!

As Channing struggles to his knees. Max takes off his tie. 

He wraps it round Channing's neck, pulling it chokingly tight.

Within seconds Channing collapses, gasping for breath again.

Max releases him before passes into unconsciousness.

But Channing's torment has barely begun.

Max removes his jacket, showing he means business.

He traps Channing's arms in torso stretch that has the new boy squirming,

like a turkey who's just found out about Christmas.

That turkey comparison seems to have occurred to Max as well.

With Channing down on his knees before him 

Max seems intent on wringing his neck. 

It's a short step to a repeat of Eliot's humiliation, 

as Channing's face is smothered by Max's arm pit.

I'd wager that Max's shirt is a lot sweatier and smellier 

than Elite Eliot's underarm hair.

Channing's too busy to appreciate such nuances,

because Max's knee is grinding into his back.

The back-breaking attack gathers pace as Max flips him over

and folds his legs into the dreaded Boston Crab.

Channing's chunky physique is marvellously displayed.

exerting every ounce of strength in his body

to stop Max squatting on him and thus capping the move.

His face graphically shows the effort and pain involved.

Max does enough damage to leave Channing helpless on the mat.

Like Eliot before him, he can't resist pulling the Golden Boy up by his bleached hair.

Channing seems to have lost the will to fight

even with his hair being twisted out by the roots.

He's spotted the discarded tie lying on the canvas nearby, 

like a snake poised to strike again. 

Rolling Channing over, Max levers his arms behind his back 

The big college jock is completely overpowered and hurting.

That tie now seems to like a threat of bondage.

Channing bleats something about the rules, as if he's an angel himself.

In another uncanny echo of Channing's debut against Eliot

Max shows just what he thinks of 'The Rules' by grabbing Channing's mouth, 

prising it open and paying him back, it seems, for using a similar move against Eliot.

Channing grabs the tie as if fearing it will now become a gag.

A great shot of Channing's ass with Quiver's crotch hovering over it,

Channing's bent leg blocks any exploitation, fortunately (or unfortunately)

but with Quiver's weight bearing down on it that's scant compensation.

 

Max finishes his chastisement of the pretty boy by trapping Channing in the ropes.

he rubs in the defeat, applying the sole of his shoe to his neck again.

I hope it's clean!

Max goes off, leaving Channing humiliatingly displayed. 

see video trailer of Channing v Max Quivers at Wrestler4Hire

Thanks to Wrestler4Hire for the pictures

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More of Channing's attempts to break into the wrestling big time in the next post!

For other wrestling humiliations click on wrestlers or humiliations below