ARTICLE STILL IN PREPARATION
This is one of my favourite images by otklad, teasing my obsession with men wearing tight shorts. All otklad's art has a spanking context, and his scenario envisages a muscular jock ordered to cut a switch from a tree and report with it to the garden shed for a profoundly humiliating punishment. Fortunately, he's mature enough to escape my normal sensitivities about age and though it may have been conceived as parental disciplining, it doesn't have to be viewed through that prism.
I prefer to see this as 'The Stranger in the Woodshed', a chance encounter on a jogger's morning run, but one with even more profound consequences for him than the fleeting pain of a spanking. Rather like those films from the 60s about escaped prisoners being aided by young people, an era that is bought to mind by the fashion of the stranger's pants in the picture.
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| The Jogger and The Stranger in the Shed |
This jogger is no chicken and picks up the message immediately. He glances down, following the stranger's eye-line and checking if his own excitement is showing.
This is a spicy restaurant where the waiters wear tight shorts. Little wonder, then, that a customer's casual caress has precipitated a spill of the Chef's, lovingly prepared, signature dish all over the floor. The waiter's apology, made with his hands in pockets and averted eyes, is a typically defensive young man, but comes across as less than sincere. Understandably so, in the circumstances, it wasn't all his fault. However, I dare say the Chef has seen him do this before and finds his trademark backside display more disturbing than his carelessness.
These days, we all know that Chefs can be temperamental and fiercely critical of shortcomings in the staff. This one is hunkier than most, and in spanking land that may well be contributing to the waiter's insouciance about the squashed soufflé. The prospect of a paddling from such a forceful hunk might actually be quite appealing.
This image features some very nice colour toning. The artist supplied his own caption and the scenario is so wacky (if I may use that term) that there's little else I can add, except I'm not sure about the Chef's hygiene standards for his utensils!
The Team Captain is a hell of a hunk and his stoic expression shows a steely determination to do his duty without complaint, but he is obviously dreading it. It's irresistibly attractive. His tight, cropped T-shirt provides an obvious erotic focus, but the bare midriff and neat shorts beyond repay contemplation too. The red rose tells us that these are England's top rugby players, a fine body of men, these days, well represented here. Cropped tops are not usual in English training scenarios, perhaps that's why this show-off is being made an example of!
The Coach is a nice creation too, he even makes jogging bottoms look sexy! The sort of man any team would be happy to follow loyally and unquestioningly. Humiliating punishments included, these guys are no strangers to public pain. The coach is so impressed with his captain's sacrifice, that he's swapping the demeaning table tennis bat in favour of treating his backside with a firm, manly hand.
I've taken the liberty of changing otklad's original caption here because it didn't seem to quite fit with the visuals (see it here).
I suppose Superman has similar, inspiring credentials to the coach above, augmented by super-everything, including his physique. I would have thought the intimidating super-paddle is a bit unnecessary, though, for a man of his strength. Sadly, he's much too decent to manifest visible excitement about the duty he's about to do, but the manner of it doesn't quite gel with his goodie-goodie image.
Jimmy has a 'nice boy' image too, so he must have done something truly terrible to have earned this. Bad-mouthing Lois Lane perhaps, or dropping a clue to Supe's, true identity, maybe. Now he learns the price of going public in the most graphic way imaginable. There's a prurient interest in ginger pubes amongst mankind that he's about to learn all about. Fortunately, if Superman's conscience is pricked about what he's doing (or he feels some other distracting desire), he can always carry Jimmy off with his pants round his ankles to finish in private on the top of a (phallic) skyscraper.
Locals are getting a bit fed up with the antics of drunken tourists spoiling the innocent fun of Oktoberfest. It doen't help that they call everyone Hans, either.
A stern official has decided to give this one a taste of another traditional practice. His son can testify to its vividness. This parade through the village is just the beginning! I expect someone will take a video of it and put it on social media and thereby create a lasting memory for the tourist, in case drink (or embarrassment) clouds his own.
otklad has utilised an improbable AI meme (is that the right word?) that a number of other artists have also discovered. Matt (of Jockspank), for example, who clad the characters in grey, flannel shorts of similar brevity. I like the obvious maturity of the offender in this image, it makes his comeuppance so much more profound. Those tiny shorts! I feel for him! His muscular tormentor is also hugely desirable, offering a tight shirt treat to nipple fans.
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MORE otklad IN PART 2
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The imagery of otklad on 'X' seems to be his entire archive.
He's now moved on and abandoned AI art for more personal blogging
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