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Showing posts with label soldiers. Show all posts
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Sunday, 24 August 2025

Recent art by Hongd542

Captive

This muscular man is being held prisoner. He's been stripped to his underpants and ritualistically tied up in shibari-style rope work. A bare topped captor silences his protests. The sun streaming in through the window cruelly mocks his captivity. An array of instruments in the background suggest other torments lie ahead.
 
Cop

A cop in his office pauses from his paperwork for a coffee (product placement!) and a snack. He, too, is mightily muscular, filling out his uniform with every part of his body. Tight enough to show us that he isn't wearing any underwear. Some Offices have that as a rule. The doughnut he's nibbling provokes ribald comments about licking tasty rings from his colleagues. 
 
He might easily be the captive of image 1.
 
Convict

It's easy to visualise him as a prisoner. Restrained with handcuffs, forced to wear the humiliating stripes of a convicted felon and made to submit to intrusive searches at the whim of his jailers. His resentment is apparent, but futile. They will have their way. 
 
Victim

It's even harder, out there on the streets. Danger lurks in every alleyway, and even a street-wise man can fall foul of what lurks there, waiting for an opportunity to sate its lust. 
 
Sportsman

 The sports field should be a place of refuge from the world's evils, a place of relaxing, healthy exercise. But even there, a muscular man is at risk. Teams bend the rules, ostensibly to be the winners, but no sporting triumph can beat the thrill of scoring in the goal that lies hidden in every opponent's shorts.
 
Locker Room Lollipop

As the Cop with his doughnut discovered, things that melt in the mouth can stoke an appetite for savoury treats. There's no shortage of men eager to give them instruction in the locker rooms. It's not only narcotics that get you hooked.
 
Fetish Date

The discipline of team sport is good preparation for the rigours and training for formal servitude. Every journey begins with the first step, but this hunk can scarcely have imagined where that lollipop and curiosity would lead him. 

Juicy Fruits

Temptation abounds in every profession. Stoked by unscrupulous employers who impose quick-release uniforms on their workers. They are designed to assert their power over them - and, by a happy coincidence, satisfy their tastes for eye candy of the masculine kind.  
 
Underwear Inspection in the Army

It's no different in the army. The uniform is prescribed and regularly inspected. Even a soldier's underwear is inspected periodically to make sure it is clean and without creases. The Sergeant thinks it helps with unit bonding.
 
See also 'Peacekeeper' at 'X' 
 
 
Office Boss

Some Offices make their employees wear shorts. In this one, the roles are reversed on 'Dressing Down Friday', with the workers finding skimpy shorts for the Boss to wear and showing him what it's like to be the underling. It's all taken in good spirit usually but, as with any Office 'do', it's wiser to not drain his patience completely. 
 
 
Office Suspension

For those that go too far, there's Suspension Saturday. This happens quite often to employees who happen to be good-looking. They can't show their contrition by writing out lines, of course. Instead, the Boss comes in to see them when he thinks they've had enough and extracts whatever he wants from them on the spot.
 
Office Dicktation

Men with exceptional credentials and malleability may even get promoted to be the head honcho's PA. Their duties mainly involve looking hot when doing the filing and sitting on the bosses knee to take his dicktation. Little extras in their pay packets are their reward for allowing access to their play packets. There's also a bondage bonus if they have to stay late for 'over the knee' overtime. He doesn't take no for an answer. 
 
 
Office Primer

 Some new employees find this culture difficult to adjust to, but primer courses are helpfully provided for promising entrants. In the privacy of the medical centre, they are shown what will be expected of them and how to make the most profitable use of their natural abilities. They are also taught some unnatural ones that might come in useful, too. It's a hard and sweaty induction.
 
 
Milking Medic

The highly experienced medical staff are well-equipped to allay their patients' anxieties about the sometimes-invasive procedures. Their expertise always gets the best out of their charges, who leave exhausted and drained, but with happy memories. 
 
 
Office Restroom

 The pressures and tensions of such jobs are enough to drive any red-blooded male to seek respite in the restrooms. There they can find relief - if one of their equally-aroused colleagues doesn't find it for them first.
 
~

This is Part 5 of my series about Hongd542's AI art,
Earlier articles: Part 1 contains onward links through to Part 4

Hongd542 posts enormous quantities of art and surprisingly rude versions of his images at his Hongd542 Deviant Art site 

Wednesday, 18 June 2025

Mitchell - Soldiers, shorts and sexiness

Mitchell - Builder Press-Ganged

A construction site workman is arrested by a Military Policeman after a struggle that has resulted in most of his clothes being ripped off. Interestingly, the cop is tying his hands with rope rather than clapping handcuffs on him. The workman does not seem to find his predicament very worrying, on the contrary, he's positively excited by it*. Perhaps he does not realise that he has been selected for conscription into the expanding British Army and a taste of military discipline is coming his way. The MP's choice was not entirely random, of course, he could not resist the hunky man doing manual work in tight white vest and jeans. Predictably, the Policeman's own shorts are somewhat briefer and tighter than normal military issue, but who wants normal?

 *Unlike some parts of the world, British people find Military personnel a lot less threatening than civilian police. 

 This picture has many connections which date it (rather damningly from my point of view!). The central figure with the ripped vest was inspired by a 'Zipper #31' beefcake model called 'Giano', I think. He posed on a board looking very wet, but I can't find him in my back files for the moment (and thanks to Google's latest 'improvements' to its search engine, it's now disappeared off the face of the earth, until such time as a copy pops up for sale on e-bay). Any offers of help to find him?

Mike Arlen - Military Arrest

The Military Policeman (and to some extent the whole image) was inspired by Mike Arlen's photo-series about an MP arresting a suspected Arab insurgent and being seduced by him (above). 

Arlen's work in this genre and the military shorts, link back in turn to the Royale Studio military imagery of the 50s/60s.

For more pictures by Mitchell at this blog, click on the 'mitchpix' label below 

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

AI Art by hongd542 - Part 3

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Wednesday, 23 April 2025

My Saucy Boys in the Regiment

Saucy Boys 1

Saucy Boys 2



Saucy Boys 3

Saucy Boys 4

 Image courtesy of muscleandboots

Sunday, 20 April 2025

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

Monday, 7 April 2025