Hanging Around, Waiting For Approval

Muscle-Morph Art by Bigbergman - blue jeans and huge pecs

 

I have been on restricted access to the net for a couple of weeks due to a house move, so approval of new memberships to the mitchmen Google Group and the mitchmen archive at Adonis Male  have been delayed. 

Apologies to those affected, I've now approved all outstanding requests. 

Mitchell

(I'll let you know how I get on with the Big Man!)

101 Uses For A Belt - No 3, Manly Modesty

Ledermeister - Cowboy series (Colt Studio)

This cowboy (like Matt in No 2 of this mitchmen series) also uses his belt buckle as cover for his tackle, but it doesn't seem like a deliberate attempt to tease. Rather, his face seems full of anxiety and resentment. It's as if he's just been forcibly stripped by the bunkhouse bullies and now has only his belt available as he tries to recover his dignity.

In a mitchmen-esque scenario his tormentors might well have left his pants hanging from a tall, prickly cactus or tossed them onto a rock in cold river. They might easily have been ripped to rags during the struggle to remove them, perhaps it was the sight of his flesh showing through holes worn in his buttock that provoked them to attack in the first place. Who knows what other indignities he may have suffered before they left him alone? He's seems almost tearful here.

This cowboy's massive muscularity and mature, square-jawed, 'Desperate Dan' face makes his humiliation seem all the more surprising and sexy. You can't help but notice that the buckle, though emphatically man-sized, still seems less than adequate for this important task. The shadows spare his blushes. Unfortunately the rest of the belt, dangling from his groin like a snake, only draws attention to the size issue and that slight bewilderment in his expression might reflect that he's just detected a revival of interest from his tormentors who have just spotted this unwitting suggestiveness.

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This photo illustrates how Matt Scheiermeier's seductive use of the belt buckle as a veil over his tackle, in No 2 of this mitchmen series, has an honoured antecedant in this Colt Studio classic series of 'Ledermeister' posing in cowboy gear. Although this model, aka Paul Gerrior, styled himself as 'Leather Master' he's probably better known for these Cowboy images which feature other interesting uses for a belt. This is the only one of the group in which he is naked and it's been touched up to make it decent enough for publication. It's still pretty racy though! Presumably an undoctored version exists but I have yet to find it.

For others in this series at mitchmen, click on the 'belts' label below  

101 Uses For A Belt - No 2, Teasing

 

Matt Schiermeier uses his belt buckle as a casually improvised screen for his private parts. It's as though he's just been roused from his bed by an unexpected intruder, adding substance to the Western legend that Cowboys sleep with their boots on. They certainly look clean enough to sleep in.

It would appear that this night visitor is not altogether unwelcome. Matt's open legged pose and quizzical tilt of the head is inviting, a challenge to inspect further, like Jordan's in No 1 of this mitchmen series, but without the menacing edge. Matt looks just as hard, but here he projects a softly teasing, slightly mischievous willingness to be naughty. The over-sized, showy belt buckle is a tease in itself, suggesting a confident winner with plenty to offer for whoever dares to enquire within.

Of course, it could all be just a trap.

Quite off-putting if you're a straight burglar - or belt thief!

 

 For others in this series at mitchmen, click on the 'belts' label below 

101 Uses ForA Belt - No 1, Pure Sex Appeal

Jordan Flamme

 The conventional use for a belt is to hold one's pants up.

It's hard to see that being neccessary in this man's case.

His chunky belt completes a sexy, tightly buttoned-up look.

An emphatic, hyper-masculine topping to that amazing crotch.

His open presentation is a 'come and grope me' challenge.

One not without danger, judging by his steely stare.

And the gangsterish match clamped between his teeth.

AYOR*, as the Spartacus Gay Guide used to say.

*At your own risk

 

For others in this series at mitchmen, click on the 'belts' label below  

The Garden Slave

 Kurt licked his hand where the rose thorn had caught him. He wondered if he dared to go to the kitchen to get a plaster, but he would probably be whipped if he was found in there again with the housekeeper. 

His owner seemed to delight in setting little traps for him round the garden, the rambling rose that had just snagged him had the most vicious thorns he had ever seen. He was not allowed to wear clothes whilst working with the borders which left him exposed to all manner of insects, nettles, brambles and other thorny shrubs which had been allowed to invade the plot following the unexplained disappearance of his predecessor. The sole concession to his comfort and safety were his skimpy trunks which were made of a tough, shiny fabric. That sufficed to keep the plants away from his manhood, but the garment had the reverse effect on his master's hand which was forever reaching out to cup his pouch while he was giving him instructions.

Many other slaves, condemned to endless hard labour in the fields would envy him this position in a rich man's household. He even got time off for weight training to maintain his muscular physique, for goodness sake. It was a physique which would normally have landed him a debilitating, heavy lifting job in a factory or building site. But he had been acquired for decorative purposes, a garden adornment, like a living statue. He was a centre of attraction at the master's garden parties. He had his own special plinths in the garden where he would pose in the classical manner for the amusement of guests, sometimes for hours at a time and long into the night, even after the guests had retired inside out of the evening chill. Dramatic lighting would be switched on so they could still admire him from the windows. 

His gardening job was just something to keep him occupied doing something useful and out of the way between those public duties. It didn't matter that he knew nothing of plants and horticulture when he had started, his master was always at hand to instruct him, correct him and give him punishment when he earned it for his mistakes. His master was an imaginative punisher so he had become a fast learner. 

When he was a free man, Kurt had been a cop and had delighted in working out and casually displaying his muscular bulk in a specially tailored, tight-fitting uniform. He was not afraid to use it either. Criminals quailed when he stopped them for interrogation - and not without cause. He'd been instrumental in rolling up Rocky Stefano's mob after befriending his chief hit-man at the gym. But that career had come to an abrupt end when he had booked an influential politician for drink-driving. A hastily convened disciplinary hearing at the Police Station had seen the damaging ticket cancelled and him despatched to a 'retraining centre'. 

This destination had turned out to be a slave auction at the other end of the country. He'd not even been able to say goodbye to his family. He was in peak condition at that time, competition fit, and the auctioneers had prepared him for sale so artfully that the bidders had almost literally fought over who should aquire him. The farmers and factory owners had soon dropped out leaving a small group of rich 'fanciers'. They had chased the price to a level that had astonished the whole room, including Kurt himself.

Kurt was no dummy, he was flattered by the money men were prepared to pay to own him, but fully realised that the winner would want his moneysworth in return. More than just inferior gardening skills and the capacity to amuse at parties. That morning his had master showed him his latest display plinth, acquired for a very special birthday celebration. It had been installed in the central hall of his grand house, inside the curve of the majestic staircase. It was shaped like a large rock and fetters and chains had been set into it. On the night of the party Kurt would be chained there so that all the guests could admire him.

Kurt had no choice about this of course and on the evening of the party, while the frantic last minute preparations were in progress, he reported to the hall in his normal 'party' thong, ascended the plinth and was put into the chains by two of the servants. It left him stretched over a projection of the rock with arms stetched out in a diagonal line which canted his body to one side and created a splendid view of his anatomy, if only he could have seen it. The master came to inspecf him and ordered him to shift his feet which improved the pose further, but was more uncomfortable for Kurt. Satisfied, the master signalled his flunkies to apply a dressing of oil to Kurt's body.

Soon guests began to arrive cooing with admiration at Kurt's dramatic tableau and understandably eager to touch to make sure it was all real. But as the festivities gathered pace Kurt was soon forgotten and left to the increasing torture of his artificial pose. Meanwhile, all the talk of the guests turned to wondering who the mystery Guest of Honour would be, a man of considerable importance it was said. 

At 11pm a grand limousine pulled up outside the house and Kurt's master hurried to greet his guest and led him into the hallway. A cold wind accompanied him into the house, it gusted across Kurt's strainng torso. The new arrival could not fail to see him displayed on his rock. He wandered over taking off his dark glasses to get a better view. 

"Well, well, well" said Rocky Stefano, newly released from jail on appeal, "if it isn't my old cop friend, Kurt". He was carrying a short cane and tapped it thoughtfully against his leg. "I've been looking forward to this reunion, Kurt. Stay right where you are. I'll be back later, then we can go somewhere private to talk about the old times".

He saluted and walked off laughing to enjoy the party.

Kurt tugged fearfully at his chains. The rock he was spread on wasn't real but it was solid enough to retain the fetters and they certainly were. 

Classic Homoerotic Images - 1

 It's hard to believe that this image of Kent Strom by the photographer Stan of Sweden is over 50 years old. For me it reeks of the erotic and yet it's perfectly decent, not even a suggestive lump in his trunks. 

The model has a striking face and a beautifully muscled body but his underlying 'heroic' pose here is relatively mundane, beefcake stuff. However the photographer has artfully enhanced the classic tapered torso effect using a slight twist in the body and clever shadowing of the upper buttock. It creates a forward thrusting body line which is neatly finished by the shape of the model's trunks disappearing between his legs.

The same skill in lighting draws attention to the model's plentiful, blond, body hair which was (and is still) usually shaved off for photos. It does appear to have been trimmed around the lower abdomen and to some extent it's washed out by glare, but the faint, stubble-like traces that remain visible are actually sexier than a bush would be. Similarly, that front thigh hair is oh, so sexy and the photographer has somehow contrived to make it disappear at the very edges of the trunks so that the modest pouch appears to glow from within from it's hidden delights.  

The trunks themselves also enhance the model's torso shape, they are relatively skimpy for the era with a plunging waistline and arched leg openings that skirt across the top of the buttocks (tactfully shaded at the rear). The laced up sides are possibly the most overtly suggestive element of all but appear to be tightly knotted for the sake of decency. The shaping of the front of the pouch is similarly restrained and hidden by the dark colour but a solitary break in the outline gives enough idea of substance within which would fit neatly into a cupped hand.

A final, scarcely noticeable stroke of genius on the part of the photographer is the inclusion of lighter coloured triangles at the bottom corners of the picture. These accentuate the tapering of the body and draw the eye downwards. It's almost as through the model is trapped within a vase-like shape, a faintly mitchmen-esque association.

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It's a measure of the homoerotic impact of this image that it was used as the basis of a much more explicit image by the great, gay artist, 'Rex'.

Rex - Harness

Rex stripped the model naked and gave him a more striking 'crest' of head hair. He also equipped him with nipple rings and a leather harness. The usual ring at the meeting point of the straps was replaced by an emphatic gay triangle which gives a clue to the dating of the image in the early days of 'gay liberation'. 

Sanitised versions of the image were widely used in gay print advertisements 

See more Rex at mitchmen blog

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There are many images by Stan of Sweden on the net but they are usually not labelled well enough to find easily and many are ignored anyway by search engines because they are too old. Homobilia has a small collection of images by Stan with other interesting examples of his photographic skill and subtle sense of the erotic.

Swimmers Suspended and Synchronised

Swimmers with lean, rangy bodies in skimpy, competition Speedo's have an irresistable homoerotic appeal. In recent years synchronised diving competitions have provided double helpings of these hunks in erotically interesting poses, albeit fleetingly. This suspension image seems to freeze one of those diving moments as a captive swimmer in authentic trunks awaits his fate. Notice the drainage hole beneath his feet. There will be wetness!

 

 

This image which seems to be an adaption from the same source envisages a darker outcome for a different abductee in a darker, danker dungeon.  Somehow the addition of ankle shackles seems to demonstrate a more serious intent on the part of the abductor and that's reflected in sweaty highlights and streaks of grime on the athlete's body. The black and white treatment disguises the alterations and casts a veil over the dubious nature of some of those marks but produces a very nice shape in the poor man's trunks!

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I've no idea where these images originated from, I don't recognise the studio setting or the style.