Art by Roman AI

"We have severe punishments for streakers, you know."

 

Front Facing Arrests are a standard AI-trope, but here's one with a difference. 

Roman authoritarianism, fab muscle hunk with spirit, in bondage, on the brink of nudity and nastiness.

What's not to like? 

 

"I'm naming you 'Anilingus'.
Serve me well and I will treat you well".

 AI struggles with humans in physical contact, so it's surprising that this simple expression of subjugation is not seen more often. The contrast between the muscular captive slave and his new owner, clearly refined and wealthy, is beautifully expressed. The hand he's using to emphasise his control is clever, shame it's drawn wrong. I know it's phallic, but surely there must be places in Rome that don't have a dome in the background.

 

 

"Lucky bastard! Things like that never happen to me"

And so say all of us! Official title is 'Locker Room Bully'. 

Using his own belt on him. Don't ask why. Great jeans too.

 

Now that's what I call humiliation

 

AI has brought the great gift of weather to fetish art creators.
The belt seems to think it's a crowbar, no wonder he's submitted to it!

 

 

 

"No good running off, Barton.
You'll still get your spanking in front of the others, next time"

Imagine! Barton's a hairy hunk, the others must be disappointed he's escaped temporarily.

Thank goodness someone put 'University' up on the wall to counteract the dubious age scenario.

 

"No, I'm Not Your New Valet, Signor.
The Godfathers Sent Me"

I love the wacky bath!

I imagine it having wheels and the hit man trundling it to the nearest balcony to be emptied.

The bather is in a fix since he's naked and worse might befall him if he jumps up.

Especially if he's been playing with himself under the water.

 

Gorgeous hairy pecs, clean too. Surely they're worth a temporary reprieve!

 

 

"Keep kissing, Luigi. Then it's the belt for you next.
No-one, but no-one, laughs at my clothes!"

 I'd keep stumm about the Teddy too, if I were you, Luigi. 

Otherwise, you might find yourself kissing below the belt.

It is decidedly odd garb for a locker room.

Oh, thank you, God. He does want help with his Project!

'This can't be happening' Department.

Right now, 'his' gaze suggests he's formulating a different, strictly ex-curriculum project.

In fact, it maybe that his 'problem' is not about his project at all, but something completely different!

I can't remember anyone like this at the educational establishments I attended.

I certainly never prayed to God about it, but each to his own.

The varied style of these images is refreshing.

 

 

 

"Cheer Up Spunkimus!
It's Not The End of The World!"

I suppose you're meant to imagine a poignant parting or doomed lovers. 

Great apocalyptic imagery and nice warm colours appropriately enough. 

Have you noticed how everyone always seems to be going in the opposite direction?

"OK, OK, Smartimus, So I Was Wrong.
But We Still Have Each Other."

Looks like a cruise ship just docked, carrying the undead.

Fortunately, they will all be gone in an hour (max).

These two should charge admission, that should get them back on their feet.

 

 

 AI art has its detractors. It's too prolific, lacking in individual identity, can't fit humans' together, physically or psychologically, and hasn't a clue how eyes look or work (the most important part of human identity by a mile). It's incapable of seeing a complete image as a human sees it, but has to be told that half a train does not exist in the real world. At one point, it didn't even differentiate human backs from their fronts. Worst of all, it's totally sexless, it's programmed to be so thanks to our pathetic, lowest common denominator, corporate driven society (the only plus point for Mr Musk, although I'm increasingly convinced he has his own brand of censorship lurking in his muddy depths). AI can only produce something vaguely sexy if instructed, and cascading cum is not sexy, sorry! However, it is capable of turning out some beautiful imagery at chocolate box, schmaltz level and occasionally, very occasionally it comes up with something totally original and wacky that makes a jolly good picture, sexy or otherwise.

Roman AI is one of those surfing the internet wave, and he has produced some interesting images (many of which look a lot like other producer's images). But never mind, this listing isn't an award for being better or totally original, but just having been in the right place with the right stuff to catch my eye. To be fair, he does introduce a degree of individuality by varying his style, but it's what he asks his AI engine to illustrate that qualifies him for a mention here.

More at RomanAI

More Art by Doodlefish

Following the recent, short post of Milk Outlets by Doodlefish, 
a further selection of his beautiful and sexy imagery.

 

Doodlefish - Ready for Play

I'm not usually a fan of long hair but Doodlefish's shaggy haired hunks have an individualistic, earthy appeal that's enhanced here by manual work clothes and muscles bulging under tight restraint. The squared-off design of the rope harness displays the captive's upper-body bulk, but eliminates any chance of him using it to escape. He's coaxed into a humiliating, public display of milk production.

Doodlefish - Art Model

Many a student has scratched some beer money by posing for an Art 'Life' class. Quentin Crisp, Britain's famous queer, made a career of it. It often means going nude (hence the Naked Civil Servant) but I imagine posing in shibari bondage is relatively rare. Our student here displays an interesting combination of post-adolescent nonchalance and bemusement about this requirement. I suppose the ciggy he is smoking may be contributing to that detachment (r whatever else he took last night). 

My guess is the class resorted to restraint as the only way to make the unruly man keep still, but the art-work on the wall suggests they have employed this measure before. Such muscularity on one so young certainly deserves appreciation and there's no finer tribute than wrapping it in ropes as if it were too dangerous to be allowed freedom in a confined space. The leg suspension is a little unkind since it will become more than a little uncomfortable if the length of the class period stretches into multiple hours, but the rugby-style long socks he's wearing imply he's fitter and tougher than most. 

Doodlefish - Not Again

There's similar sporting background to this image with shorts, undershorts and long socks in evidence. It's clearly a locker-room ritual and I imagined it at first to be a private 'man of the match' ceremony enacted on the player adjudged to have put in the worst performance. If you think about it, over the course of a season of 30 or so matches, every man in the team would be liable to find himself in the bottom spot once, at least. Bottom seems to be the operative word here, judging by the condoms lying ready on the bench. 

But no, it turns out that this is the team captain rewarding his team with a treat of their own choosing. It looks like every one of them is going to take full advantage of the offer. It must work as an incentive, though, because the title tells us that this has happened before. I suppose he doesn't want to change a winning formula so he takes the team's parts in good humour, offering half-hearted resistance and a request for them to be less rough. That seems to  imply that he enjoys it as much as they do.

Doodlefish - Do Me A Favour

There's an unintended embarrassment here with a parcel delivery man making an unfortunate discovery when a damaged box sheds it's contents on the customer's doorstep. He's terrified of being held responsible for the damage and also, I imagine, for discovering something that most men would prefer their delivery men not to know about. Luckily this customer is not at all worried about it, but sneakily takes advantage of the poor man's confusion by asking for a favour. It's not the obvious one suggested by this image, instead he invites him in to establish that the articles have not been damaged.

Most of these images have an explicit sequel and you can imagine what form this one takes. You should be able to track it down by visiting Doodlefish75 at 'X'. This image stands up on it's own, however, as a vivid illustration of frightened submissiveness by a very cute-looking guy. I'm a sucker for uniforms and shorts anyway, they seem to imply a certain level of 'amenability' to giving service. Name tags also contribute to that impression and I particularly like the way this one dangles in front of his crotch.

Doodlefish - Make Me Cum

We've all had a go on those machines at fairgrounds where you manipulate a crane with a claw grabber to drop down onto a prize and retrieve it. I don't think I've ever seen anyone get a prize out from one so I'm all in favour of this alternative idea. The captive, relaxing on his cushion, seems to be unaware that he's on public display (free of charge) with strangers paying (small) sums of money for the chance to tease him into wetting his pants. The picture is about his looming, public embarrassment which can be a powerful thing in some parts of the world. 

Other than enjoying his plight, there's limited reward for the on-lookers. There's a cup at the front of the case which suggests a (probably small) liquid prize for beating the challenge and they can have fun manoeuvring the vibrator (no it's not a microphone) into position and chasing him with it if he moves. However, I suspect it would be just as frustrating as the conventional fairground game. Why dispense with the claw, you might ask and I would agree. As far as I know the artist hasn't depicted that variant but there are other images in the series with the captive minus briefs but plus plug. This being a fantasy, he ultimately manages to fill the cup (via the rectangular drainage funnel just beyond the control buttons) and whitewash the inside of the cabinet. 

Doodlefish also put a different captive into a glass case to be a commercial milk dispenser rather than a fairground entertainment (in Milk Outlets by Doodlefish).

Doodlefish - The Next Number

This idea would certainly liven up bingo nights, which let's face it are a bit of a bore unless you have an engaging companion. The artist has made it even more interesting by portraying the balls as if they were like pool balls (i.e big and hard). Accommodating ninety of them would be a bit of a challenge for most men, a would-be 'shooter' would have to practice for months. Perhaps they start with ball-bearings and work up. At this level though he ought to be able to command an extra fee for pure entertainment value, perhaps selling tickets to the audience so they can kiss their lucky number and pop it in themselves.

Doodlefish - Room-mate's Noise 2

Anal experiences come high up this artist's pecking order and here's another rebellious young man getting his as a punishment for making too much noise with his music deck, disturbing his housemates and aggressively rejecting their complaints. I suppose it's debateable whether this is necessarily a punishment for him, there's hard evidence to the contrary, but being able to subdue and override an objectionable jerk is reward in itself for most of us. When the batteries run down and the music stops he may sing a different tune. And if he does like it? Well, why not do it to him again?

The timeless fashions of youth are nicely depicted here 

and like most of this artist's images, it's very pleasing to the eye. 

Doodlefish - Put It In

Gay Asian artists seem to have a particular interest in exposing the foibles of their office superiors. This image shows such a boss who summons his employees to give him ritual humiliation. They arrive to find him undressed and in a receptive position for his preferred devices - animal ears and a bushy tail with handy butt plug for secure attachment. 

Animal references also crop up in this artist's fantasy pictures which don't qualify for this blog, but the interest for me here is the deliciously snug-fitting underwear the boss is wearing. Needless to say, the pants soon vanish, as the laws of porn demand and as the title suggests it must!

Doodlefish - Time To Do You 2

This chap starts out in sports shorts but the naked version is relatively uncontroversial and another nice view of a pleasant, innocent fantasy. This artist's titles are rather uninformative and no use at all for search indexing but have the virtue of inviting you to imagine. As to what 'do you' means exactly, older visitors may recall a vintage, radio, comic association with this phrase, which shows humour hasn't changed very much over the years, it's just become less subtle.

Doodlefish - Loosen Up

If you are going to self-censor work (which all bloggers have to do sometime) this is a marvellously clever way to do it and it probably ends up being more provocative (and more interesting) than the undisguised image would be. It's a subterfuge that is not easy for censoring computers to spot since it just implies, especially when the apparently bland title is added in. The image itself incorporates an element of the locker-room bondage ritual shown earlier but doesn't seem to be directly related to it subject-wise.

Doodlefish - Who's The Idiot Now?

This seems to be a variation of the humiliated boss meme, but in an educational context. However, the man being taught his manners seems to be a sports coach rather than a conventional teacher. They used to double up roles when I was in that stage of my life, with sports or art master usually being a second string, but I don't know if it works like that now. The guys tormenting him don't seem to be sporting types, however, and the exam paper doesn't seem to have that connection either so it's all a bit puzzling.

None of this detracts from the splendid depiction of a handsome, chunky-thighed, games man, sexily stripped of his shorts and (soiled) underwear, but not his top or socks (I must admit, I share this artist's predilection for sports socks). The man at the centre of attention gazes up stoically, vacantly almost. as a very large vibrating plug is inserted into him from behind. The only preparation for this demanding test seems to have been a string of much smaller balls. This sub-dom imagery is superb but the reason why he is so acquiescent is a bit of a cheat. The idiocy referred to in the title is a student's interest in hypnosis which his mentor has ridiculed. Now the tables are turned and he is in it's grip, totally compliant (and hopefully, more accommodating of invasive devices). 

Doodlefish - Tentacle Revenge 1

Octopii have become a regular feature at this blog of late (search 'octopus') and it's not surprising to find them groping their way into the work of an Asian artist. This invocation of a fisherman discovering an unusual species in his net is like something out of the 1001 Arabian nights but the traditional influences don't stop it having a subtle sexiness, possibly because we arrive at it forewarned about the rapacious tendencies of these creatures, which the strange appendages on their tentacles in this case do nothing to dispel. Doodlefish works his usual magic with the fisherman's appearance, conjuring up an intensely interesting, youthful masculinity. 

Doodlefish - Tentacle Revenge 2

There is something very satisfying and sophisticated in the way this artist does not direct his tentacles to strip the unfortunate young fisherman naked, but merely to lift his apron and bare one leg so that the way is clear for him to be plugged at both ends. There's a sinister intelligence in the way the octopus has clamped his hands together to accomplish this. 

At this point he seems to be teetering on the edge of his boat and is probably more worried about being pulled into the water and drowned, than the minor inconvenience of perfectly good food making it's own way into his intestines. It's even inducing a pleasurable response in the process, probably fuelled by his fear. 

This is a great little series.

Doodlefish - Locker Room Reveal

Back in the locker room, another player strips off to wash away the sweat and grime of the match and in the process reveals the weals left by shibari ropework (and possibly, punishment implements too). Already the other users have noticed the marks and are exclaiming in surprise and probably registering other emotions ranging from horror to arousal (as suggested by the basketball player's exploding drink).

Little do they know that when the player turns round an even more unexpected sight will confront them, a chastity cage. It's already dripping with his sexual excitement at being 'found out' as a man who likes to be dominated and controlled in the crudest fashion. There is no way of knowing how the other men will respond. Some will be appalled, some amused, but there may be others who take advantage.....

Doodlefish - Let's See How Deep

This isn't the official sequel but it fits that chain of thought. Some senior players have decided to exploit the opportunity to satisfy their own sadistic impulses. They've even brought toys of their own to the locker room. With a willing victim who knows where it will end?

For more visit Doodlefish75 at 'X' (with links to his Patreon pay site)

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More Art by Oliver Frey

This article adds to my original A-Z review of Oliver Frey's work

Frey - Tennis Victory

 This image was my first glimpse of Oliver Frey's incredible talent for portraying the energetic wrestling of men gripped by lust. The image of bare buttocks pressed against the net still sends a shiver up my spine! In 1970's Britain, visualising gay sex taking place in front of a audience and in a setting of a place like Wimbledon Tennis Club, the epitome of the Establishment, was defiant indeed. 

He also applied his imagery to the equally unlikely sports of Golf and Cricket.

Frey - Bikers in a Dark Alley 1

This image of bikers getting hot in a dark alley was closer to reality but it's frankness also struck a blow for gay freedom of expression. It was gay art of a sort never seen before - high quality and spelling out what gay means without pussy-footing innuendo.  

Frey - Bikers in a Dark Alley 2

Frey revisited the biker subject in many other images of varying degrees of raunchiness which were, astonishingly, published in glossy, top shelf gay magazines without attracting reprisals from the Police, despite the efforts of conservative pressure groups.

Frey - Leather Lube, Biker Oil

The biker persona was perfect for expressing a boisterous, roughly expressed, bursting out of the closet and entering into forbidden places that reflected the spirit of those heady days when gay men felt that even if they weren't completely free exactly, not really able to realise these fantasies in real life, they nevertheless finally had a legitimacy that would enable them to push open doors that had been closed for all those years.

Frey - Biker Elopement

Frey's pictures did not just express excitement, there was an exuberant joy in them.

Imagining the trappings of conventionality and self -restraint being ripped apart.

It was an exciting time to be gay.

Frey - Lover

But he did not just portray excitement and lust

He also showed a vision of gay love as a beautiful thing, 

performed by beautiful people, beautiful men. 

Frey (as Zack) - Splash

His artistic skills here transform the old, tentative, AMG, shower hook-ups into something much more memorable. A loving shared experience of cleansing vitality with fierce, needle-like sprays of water battering and enveloping the two lovers.

Frey - Chains Broken

Frey's character rogue set the scene for a series of gay, comic book heroes whose masculinity was unquestionable and who were assertive and comfortable in their gay sexuality. Rogue's apparent taste for young virgins seems dubious in retrospect, but at the time reflected the common experience of a youth lost to unrequiteable desire. At that time most gay men of all ages probably were virgins or not long out of it and many no doubt saw themselves as his willing victims, given the chance. 

Bill Ward's later creations - Drum and King - were able to be more balanced characters in that respect 

Frey - Hard Wrestle

Frey's depictions of hard, rough sex were about showing the inherent masculinity of gay men, 

a reaction against years of being universally labelled as effeminate and soft.

Frey - Devilry

If homosexuality was the Devil's work, Frey's men boldly embraced that identity 

Frey - Mortal Combat

That vision of gay toughness also pervades his non-gay, fantasy work.

Frey - Tribal 2

Oliver Frey 1948 - 2022

A gay hero

This article adds to my original A-Z review of Oliver Frey's work

see also Night Visitor in the 'targeted' series

More Art by Reitorachi

Following on from my post of Reitorachi's Captivity images,

another selection of other work by this artist, some vanilla, some not 

I don't know whether you'd call this vanilla or not, but it must be one of the best images ever of the tentacle genre, not so much for what it shows but for what it doesn't show, and what you think it should show in a few minutes time. A hero in trouble, having his already skimpy clothes pulled off, but he is not quite in an inescapable predicament, not just yet. There's only one tentacle, not the usual, multi-pronged attack, so it's more focussed and to my mind, more effective. 

But there are other delights. The wet, 'fundoshi' loin cloth with it's gleaming rounded contents. It's twisted, rope-like under-strap is vaguely suggestive of a string of pleasure balls. And those ass cheeks look distinctly rosy. Is this an 8-armed spanker? There's even a cute foot being proffered if you like to partake of such delicacies.

There's a similar sense of vulnerability about the man in this image, upside down, semi-suspended, and unclad from the shoulders down. His exposed cheeks are spattered with something, but the close proximity of a beer bottle and the respectably clad state of the adjacent captor means there's an element of uncertainty about the exact nature of the fluid. There's also a question about what he is going to do with the empty bottle. To the right a second captor is up to more mischief, it's left to the viewer to imagine whether it's painful or just plain rude. 

There's no such mystery in this reworking of the same suspension idea, but the nature of the threat posed by this hero's fantasy attacker is much more dependant on the viewer's imagination. 

The dense detail and styling makes this image harder to take in, it reminds me of old engravings where devilish creatures were set upon sinners. Non-Western cultures don't have the same, extreme viewpoint about such beasts and dragons get a better press these days. 

Nevertheless, the bird-like claws and beaks of these creatures do look scary and the depiction of the bony, hammerlock grip on the hero's arm (at the left) is very powerful. The advantage of fantasy creatures is that everything can be exaggerated and the artist has taken full advantage of that with the creature's tongues which are not only very long but prehensile too. They don't seem to be using them for the usual pleasuring and intrusion, but to plant two egg-shaped objects in the captive's rectum. (The second one is being held by the one on the left, next to it's beak). I'm not sure how the hero is prevented from ejecting them, but his angry expression at the violation seems quite justified. 

Tonguing is this creature's game too and it uses it's many, multicoloured tentacles to restrain it's captive in a most imaginative and accessible way. It places a degree of physical stress on him and he's already sweating. His earphone-mike combo suggests he is a Chris Redford-style, enforcement agent of some sort, which lends an acute irony and pathos to his restraint and to the exploitation of his nudity - nudity which couldn't look more complete. This dynamic pose is much better than the stereotypical sitting down/open legged, floating posture of the tentacle genre. 

I have doctored this image to tone down the censorship squiggle 

and it has fortuitously turned into a secondary tentacle envelopment.

A strong sense of vulnerability and exposure is created here by a pseudo-medical machine which comprehensively restrains the patient from the front, while presenting  his rear end to a variety of probing devices (which also seem to have a fluid injection capability). This is a much more elegant way of gaining access than the birthing leg-lifter so beloved of video makers. 

There's a second layer of restraint down below, linked to a milking feature - or a draining device, to be more precise. The milking is actually precipitated by the action of the probes.  

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This image repurposes the suspension pose seen in Part 1 of this article. The bondage itself is economical but it's a fairly challenging restraint position with doubled back limbs and asymmetrical rigging stretching and stressing the captive, whose arched torso is sweating profusely. It's this that makes the image so striking. 

There's a wealth of supplementary detail. A cock sheath performs unseen manipulations on his pride and joy (and keeps the censor at bay). Thin lines attached to nipple pads provide further stimulation and another is pulling open his mouth to receive a fluid dripping from above (a tricky alignment I would have thought, it's hard to imagine him remaining still). He seems to be wearing virtual reality goggles and is therefore unaware that he is surrounded by a lustful audience observing the effects of all these attachments on him, but ultimately unable to participate in his adventure.

This image of a man reclining on a beach (or beside a pool) also has layers of interest.  His cigar and cocktail suggest maturity and sophistication. Also wealth. He has a chunky, well-built figure and is clad in sexy form-fitting briefs so you wouldn't have imagined that he'd be short of admirers and yet he's brazenly holding a fan of banknotes in his hand as if wanting to attract service of the paid-for kind. 

That detail seems to transform him. The voluminous smoke starts to suggest an element of arrogance and selfishness, the cocktail ('with all the trimmings') becomes showy and tacky, the youthful haircut seems terribly inappropriate and sad and even those alluring briefs a little too much. 

 

Most of this artist's images seem to avoid sensualising the male body but this image makes you wonder why. It's a classic, stretching, male model pose with the face and luxurious tresses suggesting a man of sensitivity and delicacy. A touch of femininity perhaps, which the side-tied G-string also contributes to. 

His body conveys the opposite message, it gets bigger and more muscular the lower your eyes drop with the bikini pouch nestling between tree trunk thighs befitting the butchest of rugby players. On a woman the G-string conceals, on a man it contains and here it seems to hook underneath and bring his tackle forward in a tantalisingly graspable, rounded bulge, offered up for closer inspection. The model's stance suggests he won't impede a closer look, but I can't resist imagining chains on his wrists, just to make sure. After all, men like this only exist in fantasy, catch them while you can.

The appeal of lithe muscularity is an easy win but I applaud any artist who can see the attractions of older and chunkier men and this charming, domestic sketch succeeds in making this man exactly that. On him the rounded muscle shapes are amplified and exaggerated without losing their essential shapeliness or proportions. The model seems suspicious of the enterprise as if sensitised to negative comments about his figure, but he need not have worried, the artist has done him proud.   

This young man sits (nervously) at the  opposite end of the scale, rather like a model in the early years of beefcake photography, persuaded to pose naked but suddenly feeling rather uncomfortable about it, especially after placing his bare flesh on the cold surface of a wooden (milking!) stool in a pose that opens him wide. He has a rather large posterior for a young man and if you look back you'll see this is a recurring feature in this artist's work.

It also seems as if this might be a punishment scenario, 'the naughty stool', for there seems to be a tear trickling down his cheek or maybe it's anticipatory sweat. His backward glance suggests there's more to come. The coquettish flash of spiky hair spells bravado, but it's about to be tested.

Just another day at the Office! 

Pure fantasy but a nice image. I like the open shirt.

Getting on doesn't always require hard work, just application.

 I frequently feature wrestling at this blog but not bearhugs very often, because they don't always seem convincing, especially when the recipient is seen resting his knees on his opponent's thighs. 

This picture shows bearhugs as they should be - a truly muscular embrace from a villainous-looking heel and a squashed victim, arms and all, lifted off his feet and howling in misery. Well, I say misery but he has ejected copious quantities of cum over his opponents torso, which suggests it's not all bad for him. The cock between his legs may have caused this over-excitement but his submission will not be the end of the matter.

The background seems like  a spooky cave-like setting with gelatinous fluid dripping from the ceiling, so I suppose the young man is an adventurer on a mission, probably not expecting to stumble on the lair of a superannuated luchador during his quest.

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More by this artist at pixiv, where his name is 冷凍ライチ (Frozen lychee)

He also posts at 'X'

For other mitchmen posts on related subjects, please click on the labels below 

 

The Art of Uruonurun - 2

 Read Part 1 of this post

Uruonurun - Ninja 02

Uruonurun's 'Ninja' series depicts the capture of a young warrior by two determined-looking men. Ninjas are men to be feared but they strip him of the ceremonial clothing that defines his calling and hides his identity. He's revealed as a man like any other man, dressed only in a curious shirt of net-like material and a scanty loincloth, his 'Fundoshi'. Then, as if to mock him, they tie him up, shibari-style. with one leg raised and doubled back, the other stretched out behind, suspending him in that, uncomfortable, position. In Western eyes this pose suggests a mythical hero (or his modern day, 'super' equivalent) about to take flight. This man is going nowhere. His tight loincloth gleams as though it is wet and the outline revealed betrays feelings that do not entirely chime with the embarrassed, angry look on the humbled Ninja's face.  

The characterisation of the two 'villains' here is contrasting. One is portrayed like a malevolent, uncouth torturer - overweight, masked and scantily dressed - the latter a device to intimidate the captive but also to protect his clothing from any mess as he goes about his unpleasant task. His pleasure as he tightens the ropes on the protesting captive is evident in his face and even more so further down. 

By contrast, the other captor appears cultured and well dressed, a person of some standing - he might even be the Ninja's mentor, training him to be more resilient. However, what we can see of his face suggests dark intentions indeed. The only clue to his inner feelings is his hand, resting on top of the captive's tensed thigh, emphasising his control and maybe something more. 

Uruonurun - Ninja 06

If this is simply about training, it's going to be tough indeed for the young acolyte. The rope man has revised his restraint to incorporate the highly decorative, repeating diamond pattern (hishi), running from the neck down to the crotch. But it's not just decorative, when tightened up, it's compressive, restricting the captive's breathing. 

Red wax drips from candles, ceremoniously suspended above and around the Ninja, it stings his skin with an intensity determined by the melting point of the wax (red has a wicked reputation) and the distance it has to fall. It solidifies on contact, cooling into blobs that remain attached to his skin and mar his beauty after the pain has passed. 

The captive has also been seated astride a wooden 'wedge' or horse, which mocks his pretensions to the status of a Samurai. It will increasingly torment his groin with the passage of time, especially if his feet have been weighted down. (Don't try it at home!)

In the face of all these challenges, the Ninja's torso cascades with perspiration 

his pouch is translucent with spilling desire.

A number of posts at mitchmen blog feature the 'wedge', 

click on the label 'Riding The Wedge' at the foot of this post to view them

Uruonurun - Bandana Ryoushi 08

Uruonurun reaches back into Japanese artistic tradition for this group of images showing a fisherman menaced by a giant octopus that he has unwittingly caught in his net. Although he's still clinging onto the net ropes here, it's obvious the octopus must have climbed aboard under it's own steam. One of it's tentacles is draped over Ryoushi's* knee (compare with the top image). The remains of the net encircling the creature seem to have assumed the shape of a bikini pouch, as though attributing human characteristics to it (in that particular department anyway).

Notice the artful, traditional styling of the water, now calm. 

Ryoushi is a well-known anime character, bandana is as in English 

Uruonurun - Bandana Ryoushi 09

The creature's tentacles turn out to be surprisingly dextrous. It's able to undo the fisherman's trouser flies which part to reveal a interesting shape in his underwear. Another tentacle slides inside his tank-top vest. The fisherman, we can see is exceptionally well-muscled underneath. Perhaps he did haul the octopus aboard after all! He responds to the creature's groping with red-faced surprise, embarrassment and a certain amount of trepidation.

Uruonurun - Bandana Ryoushi 12

In the images that follow, all of Ryoushi clothes (except his bandana, gloves and boots) are removed by the creature. At any rate they all disappear. It's tentacles become increasingly intimate.

This sexual intimacy parallels the famous artwork of 'The Dream of The Fisherman's Wife', but the narrative of Uruonurun's picture is almost the exact opposite, this is not a subconscious fantasy but a real assault that appears to be entirely unwelcome. It's not a dream, it's a nightmare.

Uruonurun - Bandana Ryoushi 16

The nightmare deepens as the creature completely entwines the naked fisherman with it's tentacles, lifting him up but still holding on to his dick (now spent). This raises the terrible possibility that it intends to return to the sea (as eventually it must) but taking the terrified Ryoushi with it. In the final image of the series however the creature seems to dissolve away as though it really has been just a dream. There's a similar conclusion to the 'Hero's End' in Part 1 of this post.

There are many other posts at mitchmen that depict Octopi capturing men, it's a branch of the tentacle genre, but usually carries more menacing overtones because of the well known strength of the creature and the risk of drowning for those that cavort with them.

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This cheery fellow is an Uniformed Officer of some sort, possibly a policeman. The imagery that follows suggests this is the case, but the happy, relaxed pose here does not conjure up the law enforcement aspect of that role. 

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The artist shows the cop to us in various states of undress. This is one of the most interesting, conjuring up the sense of a very physical man, despite the wide eyes which seem to belong to someone much younger - and more naïve.

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This image shows him with an erotic awareness and confidence that is endearing. 

The dissolving table is (I think) an augury of the nightmare that is about to descend

 on this inoffensive young man.

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In the sequence that follows the Officer is taken prisoner by two hooded criminals. He is beaten and given a full lesson in dark desires. The dramatic picture above showing him suspended in shibari ropework is the culmination of the incident and best image in the set. The others are to graphic for this blog but you should have no problem finding them via the links below.

Uruonurun - Shoubou-san (Fireman) 02

All the series mentioned previously in this post consist of 4 or so images which are subjected to variations to create a storyline in which the main character is confronted with challenges from a variety of other beings. The Fireman, has a simpler storyline - a single character subjected to bondage and clothes removal by an unseen captor. This image shows him in full rescue regalia, hard at work, strapped up and training with ropes. He's a picture of manliness, grit and determination. Confidence bordering on arrogance.

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The artist re-imagines this hero without his trousers on. His projection of manliness is undiminished, rather, his shorts bulge with excitement. The seams of his underpants seem to simulate his loins being trapped in complex, shibari ropework. This strip sequence continues to nudity.

 

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 In the second sequence we see him gagged and and tape-bound, hot from an incendiary incident with all his rescue kit on - overalls, boots and harness. His cocky confidence seems to have drained away, replaced by puzzlement as he sees the array of strange items around him. Equipment that is foreign to him, more suited to starting fires rather than extinguishing them.

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The Fireman is a modern day successor to the Sailor and Cowboy of yesteryear in the pantheon of homoerotic iconography and the tight-fitting, blue T-shirt, showing off his musculature and usually sporting a professional badge is perhaps the most indispensable element of his signature outfit. Our captive's manly frame seems to be well up to the task of filling it.

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His clothes melt away demonstrating that the muscularity beneath them is genuine.

Classic white underwear is all that remains. It projects through the strapping of his harness.

It's as if the wearer is dimly aware of what those strange items represent.

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His captor eliminates his underpants and demonstrates the kit to him.

Plastic discs cup his muscular pecs, his nipples begin to tingle.

Seven blue balls (coloured to match his shirt) are squeezed inside him, 

one after another, they accumulate inside, packing his ass.

By then his hose is ready, nay eager, to slide into the lubricated sleeve.

He gives himself up to heavy breathing and ecstasy.

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When next we see him he is completely naked.

All the clothing and gear that represented his proud profession are gone.

The restraining tapes have also disappeared, no longer needed.

He's a different animal now, focussed on the fiery pleasures of the flesh.

~

 Read Part 1 of this post

Artist Links: Uruonurun on 'X'

Uronururun at My Reading Manga