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Saturday, 8 March 2025

Mercenary Nick - Part 1

 Day 1
 
At first, everything went exactly to plan. I travelled to the capital on a normal commercial flight and booked into my hotel without any trouble. Our contacts had arranged a room that overlooked the head-quarters of The Organisation, which I had been sent to penetrate and destroy. 
 
I freshened up with a shower and changed into my combat pants, ready for action that evening, then I took up position at the window and observed the comings and goings. My plan was to wait until midnight and then enter through a service door at the rear, which it had been arranged would be left unlocked for me. 
 
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Night had begun to fall, and the office staff were leaving, but the real work of the Organisation would continue after the exodus, in the so-called 'Orange Rooms' where they would be interrogating suspects, out of sight. Many of our men had gone through those doors and never been seen again. I was about to risk joining them. A cold shiver ran up my spine, but I quickly dismissed the negative thought.

I rang Room Service for a snack and while I waited and diverted myself by wondering if it would be brought by a handsome waiter in a cute, tight-fitting outfit. There was time for a little relief before I commenced my mission. Or so I thought. But when I answered the knock on the door, I found four, ugly goons waiting outside. They barged in, seized me and took me down with professional ease. I felt the sharp stab of a needle in my neck and within seconds lost consciousness.

 

Day 2

 

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When I woke, I was stretched out on a bare table with my wrists handcuffed above my head and my feet shackled together. Above me, an orange light burned. My stomach immediately churned with fear as I realised where I was. Beside me, an interrogator was already waiting, stroking my body appreciatively, like a trainer examining a fine stallion or a butcher selecting his meat. 
His touch was ice-cold and I shuddered. 
 
 
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Seeing that I was awake, he introduced himself with the strange, polite formality that still persists in that part of the world. He explained that he was searching my body for hidden electronic devices, adding that anything he found embedded beneath my skin would be prised out with his favourite tool - a commonplace screwdriver. He showed it to me, wondering if I might like to direct him to the hiding places and so avoid unnecessary pain.
 
 
4

I had no hidden devices, I was totally alone. But he would expect me to say that, so I stayed silent and tried to prepare myself for indiscriminate butchery. He laughed as if reading my fear and swapped the screwdriver for a brush-like scanner device. It would detect and disrupt any electronics, he said, but as it passed scratchily over my body I was subjected to burning stabs of electricity that seemed to pepper my flesh like shotgun pellets. I'm ashamed to say that I cried out in pain and surprise. 
That seemed to please him.
 
 
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Then suddenly he stopped and said, “Ah, what have we here?” 
“Nothing!” I gasped through the pain, as he crushed my seared pectoral with his tools. 

He looked at me and nodded, registering my first moment of weakness. Then he proceeded to probe the area with his tools for several minutes, in search of subcutaneous gadgetry that didn't exist. I squirmed in agony, anticipating the crude rupture of my flesh. But he was just playing games with me, eventually he laughed, then put down his tools and left, saying that he would send someone else to examine my inner cavities. 
 
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 I can hardly bear to describe what followed. After a long wait stretched out, shivering on the table, a man dressed like a Doctor came to me. He put his hand and various instruments into my mouth to search inside. Then he pulled down my pants and repeated the process between my legs. I could feel him inside me. My ears and eyes and even my penis were probed by his instruments. His searches were both thorough and lengthy, but there was nothing for him to find. Eventually, he left.
 
After he'd gone, it wasn't long before the guards took the opportunity to assess their new prisoner and gloat. Multiple invasive humiliations followed, peppered with slaps and punches, long into the night. I had sampled many such things during my training, but now discovered that even the most determined of my instructors had not to managed to simulate the profound depths of sleazy, violent lust unleashed on me that night. When they finally tired of abusing my unresisting body, they abandoned me to exhaustion. But there was little chance of sleep for me, tightly restrained on the hard table. 
Just the dismal knowledge that I was quite, quite alone.


Day 3
 
 
6

Early the next morning, I was released from the table and taken to another cell, where I was strung up by my wrists. There the guards soused my body with water, cleaning away the residue of their abuse.
A short time later, my original interrogator returned. 
 
He made his intentions clear by knocking me off my feet with a hard punch in the solar plexus before even a word had been spoken. The blow caught me by surprise and I collapsed in great pain. But as I tried to get back on my feet, fearing he would start kicking me, he grabbed my hair and held me down, ridiculing my attempts to stay strong.
 
He said he expected me to stay loyal to my unit, but assured me that eventually I would break and talk. His arrogance re-kindled my resistance, as he knew it would. He told me the higher I rode, the further I would fall - for fall I most certainly would.
 
 
7

The guards hauled me back to my feet using the wrist chains, so I was virtually hanging, standing on tip toe, fully stretched. The interrogator taunted me once again, introducing my torturer, black-clad and armed with a whip. I contemplated spitting in their faces, then thought better of it, only to chide myself for my cowardice. 
 
When the first lash of the whip landed squarely on my back, it was almost a relief. I had been trained for this and knew how to endure it. But my training also told me, from the first blow, that my torturer was using a heavily weighted one. The sheer force of its impact jolted my body. I would have been knocked down if not for the restraints digging into my wrists. I sensed he was an expert with his weapon too, and he proceeded to prove it as he whipped my helpless body with a slow, measured pace. He spaced each blow, allowing none of the searing, penetrating pain to be submerged by over-enthusiastic overlays. Despite my agonised bucking and twisting, he made not a single miss-hit. 
 
Eventually the interrogator, who had been watching my performance closely, signalled the torturer to stop. He asked if I was ready to talk, but it was a formality, we both knew that. There was a long way to go. He simply nodded at my silence and left me hanging to contemplate the raging pain of my ravaged back. I watched the whip man cleaning his weapon as best he could, feeding its suppleness with oil, so it was ready to embrace another body, probably mine again. He looked at me occasionally as he worked, showing neither emotion nor pity. I imagined he was measuring me against all the other men who had danced under his fiery kiss. 
 
Eventually, he carefully wound his whip up and packed it into its bag. He left me, hanging alone in the darkened cell and there I stayed until nightfall was announced by the return of my lecherous guards who silently pawed my weary body and bathed my wounds with their rasping tongues. 

Sunday, 16 February 2025

Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 1

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Regulars will know that I have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with shorts, so it didn't take much effort to fall for this hunky hiker, who seems to be wearing a pair made of leather, somewhat in the style of lederhosen. His wanderings have been interrupted by an unpleasant-looking character with a gun. 
He seems to think this is his territory. Freedom to roam? Bah! Humbug! 
 
This story is called 'Hill-Billy Elegy', which sort of prepares you for unprovoked nastiness. The young rambler is called Leo. It's a hot day, but it probably wasn't a good idea to make such a show of his amazing physique.


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Hillbilly number 1 is joined by another who looks an even more ugly character with an unhealthy lifestyle that probably hasn't done his brain much good. Leo is forced to kneel at gunpoint, presenting a delicious, submissive rear view to us. It might have caused him even more trouble if those emaciated rednecks were to catch sight of it. Luckily, they only want to grope him and make him strip naked. They take him to their camp, leaving his clothes and rucksack behind.


3
 
Surprisingly, and disappointingly for us, their leader turns out to be an unkempt woman. I suppose the fact that there is a leader, and it's not just a bunch of violent thugs, might give Leo cause to hope. Especially as she is quite taken with him, a considerable improvement on her usual entourage. Unfortunately, she also sees Leo's good looks and impressive physique as a challenge.
 

4

Leo is forced to fight her and suffers some humiliating treatment.
Great buns Leo!
 
 
5

It's a painful experience for Leo. 
His dick is symbolically ground into the dirt, much to the delight of the gang, looking on.
 
 
6

But Leo refuses to be a pushover, his muscles show their worth.
His dick also shows commendable resilience in the circumstances.
 
 
7

Unsurprisingly, this doesn't go down very well. It's a contest he cannot win.
The woman responds to his lively dick by rubbing it with her fanny.
Leo defiantly rejects her.
 
 
8

His fate is sealed anyway, they tie him to a whipping post.
You can see the gory results at Deviant Art (link below).
The woman gets sexual revenge too, in the only way she can,
(there's a clue in the image below)
 
 
9

When the lash of the whip and sexual humiliation is finally ended,
Leo is taken away to a shed. He soon realises that this is not the end of his torment.
You can probably guess from this picture where it is all heading.
A traditional Homoeros fate awaits him.
 
 
10
 
A Sheriff finds him traumatised but still alive.
Someone reported Leo missing, and his abandoned possessions were found on the trail. 
Great story.

I have omitted most of the imagery relating to Leo's torment, which is very explicit.
You can see much of it at 'Homoeros - Hill-Billy Elegy' at Deviant Art,
(plus more if you subscribe).
 
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Some more interesting Homoeros titbits........
 
 
11

A young slave, kept naked in chains by his master, looks up,
 wondering what is going to happen to him next.

 
12
 
The young men of Homoeros, like Leo the Hiker in the story above, often have a slightly unreal, fragile attractiveness. Some of that is due to the blond hair and blue eyes. This young man by comparison looks startlingly real and startlingly cute as well. It would be a cold master indeed who could not feel some sort of emotion towards him.  

As is often the case, the artist has only given him a number - 941.
The fate of prisoner 941 is reserved for subscribers.
 
 

13

This image shows yet another young man who has been crucified in the middle of a vast yard. This is a regular situation in the world of Homoeros, but his free pages don't always reveal his inner thoughts about what is happening here. 
 
A man in military attire stands before the helpless victim and seems to be remonstrating with him. His arms wide pose, mirroring the victim's plight, seems full of psychological significance. Earlier pictures suggest the victim had a role as a groom and a cosy relationship was developing with this superior officer.  So this could be a distraught lover sharing his sorrow - or prolonging the anger of their break-up. It could be a friend lamenting his foolishness. A Commanding Officer justifying his hard decision. A regimental bully mocking his misfortune. Whatever the case, the inclusion of this second character makes the image so much more interesting than the isolated victim dying alone.
 
 
14

Here, Homoeros imitates the famous homoerotic images of "Fred with Tires", substituting a typical character of his own as the model. The mechanic in his overalls is a much-loved male sex object. It's traditionally been a strictly masculine job, and the mystery of what might lie hidden beneath the shapeless, workman's overalls is tantalising. As a second layer, the glimpses revealed if partly open are emphasised, somewhat like the cowboy's chaps. 
 
Homoeros has chosen a zip fastening for his Fred's overalls. It's much more convenient than buttons for revealing glimpses, but it can have a mind of its own once released. If your hands are occupied with carrying heavy tyres, it's a dilemma whether to put them down to stop it or hope for the best. We can see almost down to his mechanic's cock, and more revelations below the hip seem imminent. His face is a picture of indecision, but have to content ourselves with the amorphous bulge in his crumpled overalls.
 
 
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These images acknowledge the muscularity needed to heft these heavy tyres.
Shiny perspiration and the dropped top tell us just how hot he is (as if!). 
 
Homoeros skates round the inconvenient reality
 of where all the material in the top half ends up, when it's dropped.
 

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The same zip still seems to be causing problems in this, outside of work, situation.
We don't know if the lowered garment was already in this position when authority intervened. 
Men do all sorts of things in quiet back alleys, and 'Fred' looks as if he's been caught out. 
 
His hands are placed submissively behind his back, but they don't seem to have been cuffed yet. Modesty might have been a more appropriate response to the challenge.
Unless, he's been ordered to stand this way, that is.....
 
The cop's muscularity and relaxed pose is nicely captured,
but his jeans suggest he's not a cop at all.


17

Whatever 'Fred' was up to in the alleyway, he probably didn't anticipate this outcome.
It doesn't look like a regular Police Station, however, and Fred still doesn't look restrained. 
That suggests he's been intimidated or blackmailed into trying the horse out.
His current state might be described as 'dismayed'.
 
This horse doesn't have a particularly sharp 'wedge', but I'm not sure that it makes much difference after the first five minutes astride it. Having the legs raised at the back makes for a more precarious balance and shifts the discomfort forward, but probably doesn't add much to it. 
(in legs down mode, weights are sometimes attached to amplify the effect).
 
For more wedges at mitchmen, click on the 'Riding The Wedge' label below this post.
 
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Friday, 7 February 2025

More Art by Roman AI

After The Trial

 The convicted felon contemplates what might happen to him in jail.
His escorts contemplate what they can do with him before he is spoiled by jail.
 

Sinister Corn Field

Cornfields lit by sunset's glow make a haven for forbidden love....
 
But cornfields also have a reputation for more sinister goings-on.
Are these two hunks, drifting off in the back of a pick-up, here by choice? 
Are those spiky corn stalks simply harmless vegetation or ....something else?
And what does that strange, eerie light really signify?
 

Mafia Madness

In some places, the price of keeping your integrity can be high.
But if you're cute enough, there's always a way out.
 

Stop and Search

Adulation can be so boring.
"Sorry Boys, I have a fashion shoot which I simply have to go to.
But you can lock me up for resisting arrest next week, if you like..."
 
 
Lucky Bastard

Building sites: a ferment of competitive masculinity and towering erections.
The Foreman's been hitting on this hunk for weeks and now a weed gets him first go!
"Yeah, but he's cute and you're ugly" his buddy points out. 
 

Jail Break
 
"OK, Boys, leave us alone. I'll deal with this one".
 
He'd been stalking the cute cop next door for weeks and weight training to impress him.
But it took a wrong left turn to give him his big break and a spell in the cells with him.
 

Meeting His Mummy

"You realise there's a curse if you dare to enter my sarcophagus?" the apparition warned him
Luckily, the young man already knew that defying 'curses' was sometimes well worth it.


Don't worry, you'll soon get used to the floggings

The Bigger They Are, The Better. That was the slave catcher's motto. 
"Don't worry, man" he told the driver whom he'd pulled over on a remote highway.
"Working the fields for your keep is a lot easier than driving a truck. 
You might even get a plum job inside, on night duties" he added, eyeing Dan's jeans.
"And you'll soon get used to the floggings".
 

Shall I Fill It Up?

I suppose a lady would flash her leg to get the pump boy's attention
But an ingenious way of keeping cool, while driving on a hot day,
did pretty much the same job for this young man.
Just don't ask what's in the yellow pump!
 

On Your Feet, Punk, You've Scored!

 Woof!


   
You Lost Kid - Now Brace Yourself For The Consequences

 
Eight O'clock, My Room, In Your PT Shorts, Got It?

Tight ones, preferably 


Six on the Ass and One in the Eye

Always leave them wanting more, they say.
Well, it's easier for some than others!
 
I love the thread of desirable nerds in this artist's output, 
snaring mysterious, hunky, leather men who can't hide the pull they feel.
 
 
How About We Just Go Back To The Hotel and Fuck?

A holiday squabble turns out not so bad.


I've Already Searched For Hidden Weapons.

.....and I think this is the Mr Big we've all been looking for, Sarge.
He's a highly skilled pickpocket too, so watch out for your zip.

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Read Part 1 of this series

 I've given RomanAI a second post to illustrate the variety of his imaginings. There are many talented producers of AI Art who seem to find a groove, produce a flood of exciting images within that fairly narrow focus and then run out of new ideas and just carry on like they started. The trouble is, there are lots of others doing more or less the same thing and, inevitably, getting more or less the same results. Easily available AI engines won't let you go where you want. Until they do, only ingenuity and imagination will produce the next big idea.

Sunday, 5 January 2025

Spanking Art by Stonecrooze

Stonecrooze - Adrian's Ass Whuppin'

'Adrian' gets to open this collection of spanking miscellanea by Stonecrooze, chiefly because he's a chunky lad with flaming ginger hair. His knee-high socks hint at an equally interesting connection with a contact sport, meaning that he's not averse to pain and well able to look after himself.
 
This is not an easy physique to balance on one's knees in reality, let alone an art construct, but this depiction is pretty convincing. Stonecrooze's art is crisp and colourful, uncluttered and easy on the eye. The subject matter is familiar, with fanciful exaggerations that reveal an appreciation of meaty men. He approaches their ordeals with dry wit and humour.


Stonecrooze -Cell Mates

We tend to think of 'mates' as being friends, but the word also covers involuntary associations such as shipmates, teammates etc and both types come with boundaries and rules. Sharing a room with a complete stranger usually means 'the rules' are set by the stronger one of the pair. In prison, there's a risk of being thrown together with someone who finds that being a big fish in a tiny pond can be satisfying in ways that go beyond simply keeping good order.

This unfortunate man may have fallen foul of an unexpected housekeeping rule, like being untidy. Or he may have been indiscreet about something much more serious, like smuggling contraband. Being punished for it in such a ritualistic, humiliating way, however, is not the norm, suggesting it probably won't be the last time he goes bottom up across his cellmate's knee. Stereotypically in prisons, sex is the pitfall for the innocent, not spanking, but I wouldn't rule out that being the dessert course for him.


Stonecrooze -Cowboy Trip To The Barn

You don't expect cowboys to be easy prey for spankers either, but you do expect ranches to be populated by strong personalities. This image accommodates that viewpoint with a distinct sense of resistance and struggle on the part of the intended victim, impeding the would-be perpetrator of rough justice. Despite his determined expression, the rosy cheeks indicate that he is fighting a losing battle, which is the way it has to be in these fantasies. It shouldn't be too easy, nor so hard as to discourage a repeat performance when the opportunity arises again.


Stonecrooze -Field and Stream

An idyllic scene, one man, his dog and fishing rod, enjoying nature's bounty and getting up close and personal with it. Going commando is not without risk of discovery, even in the remotest terrain, and it looks like he and his dog have both detected an intruder. Let's hope it's a deer and not a game-keeper, because he's put himself in a tricky position if he's poaching.

You don't have to be a spanking fan to like looking at men's bums, and they often look even more attractive when they are the only part of the body that can be seen. That is, when they are bracketed by clothing, that has been raised or lowered, emphasising the incongruous absence in-between. Wading in water creates a similar, truncating, thigh-magnifying effect, with the added frisson of icy cold liquid splashing over unprotected, private parts from below. 
 
Stonecrooze has gone for broke here by adding in canvas waders and if you've ever experienced wading through water in such a garment (or even just in wellies) you'll know that the strange sensation it produces, of being immersed but not immersed, is justifiably part of the lexicon of erotic experiences.


Stonecrooze -House Rules

One of the delights of this artist's work is that his characters are fully grown men, which means that the spanking action takes place between equals in physical and emotional terms. But that does not necessarily mean they are complete equals in every respect. House Rules sounds rather parental, but the recipient here is clearly old enough to prevent their application to him if he chose, he could even walk away from them.
 
We don't know why he hasn't, but now he discovers that a hand slapping your buttock feels no less painful when you're a grown man than it did at a more tender age. The attendant humiliation of submitting to it is a hundred times worse. Stonecrooze's image catches beautifully the tide of rising misery in the victim's face, but I couldn't resist drawing that out further with my caption. Apologies to the artist if it offends!


Stonecrooze -Paddle Camp

There are a variety of possible interpretations of this scene. Taken literally, the title suggests a sort of spanking festival organised by the fraternity in a spot that's remote enough to provide privacy, with random acts of domination meted out to relatively eager campers. 
 
However, it reminds me irresistibly of those early pictures of Tom of Finland where a young man is caught trespassing on private land or skinny-dipping where it's not allowed and punished on the spot. In this case, I see an irregular solo camper being taken to task for pitching his tent in a picnic area. Fortunately, the Ranger spotted him before spectators arrived to make things awkward.

 
Stonecrooze - Playing Doctor

A Doctor who looked like this in real life would have a queue of gay patients lining up outside his door, and were it not for the steely look in his eye and the pot of lube on the table this might be taken for a perfectly innocent, professional consultation. A selection of paddles line the wall, but I've not worked out what the other objects lying on the table are. They suggest that this patient is going to get a combination of interesting therapies. He looks like he can take it.
 
 
Stonecrooze -Full Dose
 
These days, people are more and more inclined to take charge of their own treatment, with the assistance of Doctor Google. It must be very frustrating for their regular clinicians. We can imagine this man urging the Doctor to give him the 'full dose', perhaps not imagining that in this clinic it's not a miracle drug but a giant paddle. He should have taken more notice of what's on the wall. The Doctor's mask makes sure that no unprofessional thoughts on his part are given away, but there must be times when the chance of paying-back an awkward customer is extremely satisfying.
 
 Open-back surgical gowns are often unsatisfactory as erotic clothing, despite signalling a naked body hidden inside with easy access available, perhaps it's a little too easy to be sexy. Stonecrooze makes the best of it here, and arguably the revelation of tight, white underwear underneath the gown is sexier than complete nudity would be.


Stonecrooze -Set His Ass On Fire

In the AI-age, fetish imagery is getting more and more realistic, but it often produces a surreal edge that enables the cartoonist to sneak in embellishments that convey things that are felt rather than seen without it seeming incongruous. Like the fiery pain of an ass that really is being seriously paddled, not just participating in a pretence. 
 
The smoking bum is amusing, but the marvellous, graphic expression on the burly recipient's face here is priceless. It combines surprise with indignation and a blossoming change of mind, making it clear that it's no laughing matter as far as he is concerned. That makes it funnier of course and the burly build with a hint of sporting pedigree (rugby, I hope) somehow makes it seem like a well-deserved comeuppance even though we haven't a clue what he's done to deserve it, nor why he's agreed to take it. His red hair and flushed face make a witty connection with the unforgettable experience.
 
 
Stonecrooze -Spank him like a Ketchup Bottle

A fair amount of this artist's work simply combines sexy pictures with amusing captions. In this case, he aptly exploits the colour of the hunk's hoodie. Those white, stretchy underpants would stop most of us in our tracks anyway, but the thought of turning him upside down to empty him out, down to the last drop, is alluring indeed! I'd make him take his smelly socks off first, though.
 
 
Stonecrooze -We Can Settle This Here

The Cop who administers summary justice to offenders over the bonnet of his patrol car is a well trodden road in gay fetish art. Etienne composed a mini-series on the subject - Night Patrol, and there was a classic spanking video from the 90's (?), in which the unfortunate is taken to a barn, stripped and fiercely belted. It used to be a resident feature on sites like this. Stonecrooze's contribution to the genre is an offender with punk-like, militarily-cropped hair who does not submit willingly to the indignity of a semi-public spanking and a muscular cop (ready equipped with a thick paddle) determined to make sure he does, turning up a backside that truly deserves to be described as moon-like.
 

Stonecrooze - Whooped Farm Boy

When the spanking is over, the chastened farm boy corrects his dress,
 delicately avoiding abrasive contact with the seat of his jeans.
The pain will subside quicker than the humiliation.
The lesson, should last longer, but we may get lucky!
A simple adaptation of an already sexy image.
 
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