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Thursday, 30 May 2019

Get Carter!


Regular readers will know I have a thing about men in shorts and this weakness led me to this image of model Frank Carter wearing deliciously skimpy cut-offs. It helps if you have thighs that fill them of course. The car wash scenario is always good for mitchmen manipulations, usually men only do it under duress - or for money. All that soapy water sloshing around makes for good erotic moments.


Discovering Frank Carter sparked one of my periodic 'hunk hunts' and further exploration led me to this image. I'm not sure what the official name of this garment is, but it's very sexy and showcases Franks curvaceous torso beautifully. It's somewhere between underwear and sleepwear and the unusual design gives that little jolt of daring that a sight of ordinary underwear used to provoke before such images became commonplace. Frank's casually seductive pose helps of course,
he seems to be saying to us "Well, are you coming or not?"


Even in an age of overexposure, some underwear can't help but make you look twice.
The bold, gold scrolling frames Frank's bulge in a typically unsubtle, Versace-esque way.
The design also gives a weird sense of it spilling out upwards from between Frank's legs 
and engulfing his nether regions, tentacle fashion. 

Frank's upper body musculature is also worth a closer look in this picture. 
The lighting has drawn out the nakedness of his shaved torso in a very striking way
It looks like a hint of puppy fat, suggesting both inexperience and exposure.
Frank himself looks down, doubtful about it all.



This picture strikes a more conventional note showing off Frank's masculine assets
in a more natural way with the glimpse of pubes and hint of 'growback'.
The aqua colour co-ordination sets off his tan very nicely, it's a hint of sophistication in this deserted urban backwater, but the lowered (at the back) swimming trunks and untied, 'spurting' drawstrings coupled with suggestive frontal shadowing send an earthier message.

James Franklin 'Boystown Series'


It's no surprise that jockstraps love this model's body.
Although the colours here are high fashion, there's a sense of energetic work going on here,
accentuated by the bare walls and model's tousled hair. 
The surprised pose suggests discovery, intrusion and threat. Nice.


They used to say 'Think Bike' but I'm not sure they meant this.
Imaginative minds can toy with the sensuality of flesh on leather
 and just-visible erotic details like the jock-bulge and buttock cleavage,
but the overwhelming impression is of a brooding, hairy giant.


Frank Carter has a giant-like look in this picture too, thanks to his elevated position and great boots.
Near-naked hikers standing on a rock top are always going to seem intimidating in desolate, remote locations. More endearing is the impression of poor eyesight and timid underwear flashing. 


 Outstretched arms against a black wall hint at darker, crucifixion imagery, which the casual placing of the right foot flat to the wall does not quite dispel. The model's lean, detailed torso and skimpy trunks also seem eerily appropriate. But it's also a confident pose exuding strength and self-assurance.
 
This picture of Frank Carter by Jorge Friere.


The up stretched arms in this picture also call bondage scenarios to my mind.
They also highlight the minimal covering provided by the skimpy  underwear
whose buttock shaping capabilities are admirable,
not that this model needs much help in that department.


I like the story this picture tells. 
The model opens a very conventional white shirt to reveal a hairless torso underneath 
and some very unconventional white briefs with see-through panels in strategic places.

Imagine a group of tipsy office workers in a bar, a dare, a bet and suddenly Frank finds himself having to reveal a weakness for kinky underwear. His facial expression shows he's not quite sure what reception this will get from his fellow workers.
Photo by Paul Jamnicky


 This picture by Joee Vee reinvents Frank as a sexy, 'nice guy'
(although you know what they say about men who don't wear underpants).
The reversed cap and trimmed beard narrows his face to a more youthful shape
and there's also a delightful naivety in the wall-leaning pose and open top button of his jeans.
The open denim jacket makes your hands itch to get inside and hold that lean torso.


This is a naked as Frank gets but it does not disappoint.
This pose of nude man on spacious white bed is a speciality of Joee Vee
It's surprisingly erotic, recreating the classic 'baby's first picture' scenario 
with the adult baby here looking slightly embarrassed about it all.
See more of Frank Carter on Instagram

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Monday, 27 May 2019

Sunday, 26 May 2019

Saturday, 25 May 2019

Bareass Blogs No 31


Bareass Blind Cleaner
(posed by the lovely Heath Jordan)

Go to No 32

 View Bareass series from No 1

Sunday, 19 May 2019

The Look of Dread


The Look that says
"I think this bloke might have the wrong idea about me
....and it's scary!"

 This is 'The Look' No 17, for others click on the label 'The Look' below.

Thursday, 16 May 2019

Mitchell's Fetish Art for May - Tough Rugby Coach

Mitchell - Tough Aussie Coach for the Poms
We always hope England are going to win but it seems to elude them at present.
Our Aussie Coach (the shame of it!) no doubt has his own methods.
For other pictures by me, Mitchell, click on the 'mitchpix' label below 
or visit my Gallery Hub which is one of the tabs at the top of the page

Monday, 13 May 2019

First Catch Your Rogue 15 - The Gambling Hood


When Gary raided the electrical warehouse, he wore a balaclava to foil the CCTV inside.
Unfortunately a camera caught him putting it on just outside the gate where he parked his bike.
The Security Guard spotted him right away, followed him and caught him in the act.

The Guard wanted to do a cavity search, believing Gary had loot hidden on him.
Gary wasn't having that, he knew his rights and refused permission.
But the Guard was a big man and showed him he didn't have a leg to stand on.

Then the Guard went off to do his rounds, leaving Gary all alone
 in the empty room in a deserted building. It was spooky

While they waited for the Police to come the Guard played poker with him.
He said he was sick of Solitaire and it was nice to have a man to play with.
Of course Gary couldn't handle the cards or deal, so the Guard did it for him.

Gary wasn't very good at poker, and the Police were a long time coming,
When he ran out of money, they switched to clothes, soon they were all gone too.
Cut to pieces. Gary suspected the Guard was cheating.

The Guard went off to make a round again and he was gone for ages.
It was frightening for Gary now, being naked and alone in the echoing warehouse.
When the Guard returned, he offered Gary one last double-or-quits hand.

The deal was Gary would get his freedom if he won, pay a forfeit if he lost.
Gary was a gambler so he took the deal - and lost of course.
It turned out the forfeit was to be pube-shaved, with a cut-throat razor.
Gary had two reasons to tremble now, his weary leg and the razor flashing at his groin
 The shaving took for ever, scything pubes where Gary didn't know he had them
How would he explain it to his mates at the Football Club, in the communal showers?

When he'd done, the Guard applied an oily, after-shave balm to Gary's every crevice.
Gary worried about it ruining his clothes, except he didn't have any, not any more.
Riding home on his bike was clearly going to be a tricky, slippery task.

The Guard said he had one final round to make before his shift ended in 45 minutes.
Since the Police hadn't come yet, he'd have to pass Gary on to the next shift.
Or if Gary preferred, he'd deal with him himself and then let him go.


Gary thought about it while the Guard was away....
(see illustration at the top)
 
If he took the Guard's offer he'd be free in half an hour, max.
He could get his weight off the one leg, which was killing him now.
He'd avoid being ridiculed by more Security Men,
He'd avoid being arrested and charged by the Police.
He'd already been detained for several hours and terrorised

What more could this man possibly do to him in 30 minutes?
It would probably only cost him a telling off. 

It was a no-brainer really, a bit like Gary himself.
Worth taking the chance.

The Guard returned with a holdall, as though ready to go home,
so Gary agreed to the deal without asking any more about it.
and was surprised when the Guard produced from his bag - a cane.
A Disciplinary Cane

Gary's insides turned to jelly, his bowels churned and his standing leg shuddered
as the Guard smiled and moved behind him, flexing and swishing the cane like a pro.
Suddenly Gary's naked, shaved posterior seemed terribly vulnerable and exposed.

and 30 minutes seemed a long, long time.

THE END
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