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Thursday, 6 March 2025

Leather Art by Nerone - 3

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Wednesday, 5 March 2025

Leather Art by Nerone 2

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Nerone - Fast Drip 065

Today's images are from Nerone's 'Fast Drip' series, it's an apt tag for this image.

There's a great sense of skin to skin contact and sexual tension.

His simple, black and white sketches are greatly enhanced by imaginative colouring


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This artist's characters often seem to be very clearly delineated as tops or subs,

but for the avoidance of doubt, he's brought out the ropes here.
This image exists in another variant where the top is not bearded (below).

Nerone - Fast Drip 056 (clean-shaven)

The warm colours here enhance the sense of intimacy.

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More delving into dark, moist places here,

a lucky dip that's caused an element of surprise.

But if you must wear white underwear.....well...

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Snuggling from behind is enormously comforting,

even though it leaves everything up front unprotected.

He's too busy to care about that, right now.

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Sleepy lovers greet the day with closeness and warmth,

The sense of hairiness and bulk here is so masculine.

A two gun salute would seem to be in order next.

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There's more edge here, with a grip on the throat demanding submission.

The glimpse of boots and pants tell us this is men at play, acting out their fantasy.

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Casual encounters are meat and drink (as it were) to gay men.

The fallen pants here give some sense of the excitement of them.

There's normally no such thing as sub and dom in this situation,

although you might attribute an ambition to top in the placing of the hand.

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How different this encounter looks!

There's a compelling sense of domination,

both in the gesture and the bulky build of the man in control.

But he isn't turned on that much it seems, it's power he craves.

Asking for a rise was never like this in my Office!

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Hopefully this is just a token of submission, not the start of a protracted trial!

These images vary in quality, this is a good one.

Nice characterisation, with Italian looks and a physique that looks real.

Notice that the ball looks compressed by the thumb.

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Just a hint of apprehension. Maybe it's his first time.
The absence of leather paraphernalia might mean gentleness

- or dangerous inexperience.

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This rope-work is decidedly unprofessional.

An amateur DIY job? Unrequited longing to be tied up?

If you can help, please form an orderly queue

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Just a pretty picture of an era gone by.

More Nerone in Part 3

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See more Nerone at his blog (inactive)

Tuesday, 4 March 2025

From Nerone's Perv Catechism Series:- featuring simple imagery, a refreshingly mature subject and a naughty, teasing glimpse of hairy undercarriage that makes you wonder what you are really looking at!

Nerone - CP3 Man Tied and Kneeling

Another, unvarnished visualisation of manhood with a tang of Tagame about it.

The hint of socks makes his nudity more apparent, the kneeling an attempt to hide it.

Nerone - CP4 Man in Chastity and Chains

With his neatly trimmed hair and beard,

this man seems to belong to the world of commerce rather than a dungeon.

His hands are secured to a wall ring that would safely berth a Supertanker,

the padlock and manacles making the connection being equally emphatic.

The chastity jock enclosing his tackle is no less compromising.

The design eliminates any chance of outside interference.

Except by the privileged holder of the key to that tiny padlock.

Nerone - CP28 Man Subbing His Sub With Crop

Nerone's simple black and white, sketchy technique and the realism of his depiction of the participants disguises a very frank illustration of S&M applied to a sub's undercarriage.

Nerone - CP52 - Man Domination and Worship

There's a nice sense of play in this image, with the 'sub' unresisting both to the gloved, hand-gag

and also to the leverage on his body, exposing him to a 'vampire' kiss on the neck.

More Nerone in Part 2

See more Nerone at his blog (inactive)

Friday, 28 February 2025

Crazy Cop Caps 14

Read the Crazy Cops series from No 1

Go to Crazy Cop Caps 15

(pending)

Tuesday, 25 February 2025

Targeted

The mystery deepened when Ben complained to the manager. They didn't have a room laundry service, who might have taken his clothes, he said, but he would investigate what the CCTV had picked up. Meanwhile, Ben would have to vacate his room since it was already booked by someone else that night. However, he could stay in the resident's lounge for as long as it took, free of charge. That was just as well, since Ben didn't have money to pay his bill or even a phone to call anyone any more. The hotel had a phone, of course, but who remembers other people's numbers these days? Ben didn't. He just had to wait and see what the Manager came up with. The idea that this might take days rather than hours disturbed him.

It wasn't as though they were comfortable panties either, the lace felt very rough on Ben's nether regions. If he didn't keep still, it rubbed his balls mercilessly. The narrow string up the back did the same thing to his crack, because it was stretched tight by his efforts to keep his junk contained in the tiny pouch at the front. It didn't feel much more comfortable if he stood up and walked around either, and then he knew everyone was looking at him and probably thinking things about him, which he'd rather they didn't.

The Resident's Lounge was surprisingly busy considering it was a bright, sunny day outside. The hotel seemed to have a disproportionate number of ageing gentlemen as residents, many of whom thought slapping his bottom playfully as he passed would cheer him up. When he was out of his seat, he had to keep a vigilant lookout to see if anyone was creeping up behind him.

He hovered around the Manager's Office for a while, hoping for a development. There seemed to be much jollity going on inside, but no news about his missing belongings. He couldn't even go for a walk to pass the time, and no-one offered to lend him clothes to wear, except one old man who offered an unappealing, dirty raincoat. There wasn't any shortage of people wanting to talk to him, of course, he constantly had to shoo away loiterers, but all the attention made him feel worse. He returned to his seat to find it occupied. None of the others were vacant either, although several gentlemen kindly offered him their knee to sit on. He thought it best to decline these offers and found a newspaper to read, leaning with his back to the wall.

As the day wore on, the prospect of spending the night in the lounge loomed larger and larger, and he became increasingly agitated and sought out the manager again, demanding he do something. Eventually the Police were called and one arrived an hour later - in plain clothes, surprisingly. Naturally, they had other priorities on a Friday night, he said. He advised him not to go out after dark. Folks round here don't go in for that sort of thing, he said, nodding at Ben's lacy bulge. Ben flushed with embarrassment.

Ben had no choice but to reconcile himself to spending the night on a settee in the Guest Lounge. The room was still quite crowded with old men, but he found a safe seat and watched TV until 'News at Ten', hoping that when it finished, they would all disappear to bed. But they didn't, there was some sort of discussion going on, quite heated. Eventually, one of them approached him and offered him the chance to take a shower in his room. Ben accepted gratefully, taking the chance to wash out his G-string in the warm, refreshing spray.

When he emerged, the gentleman was already in his double bed, asleep. Ben stole to the door, but to his horror found it was locked. "I wouldn't go back down there" his host advised sagely from the bed, "it's not safe for you". Something in his tone suggested he wasn't just talking about tactile sleepwalkers. "You'll be much safer staying here with me" he said, most emphatically, and his words struck Ben quite forcefully. "Just take my word for it" the man said gravely as he peeled open the cover on the unoccupied side of the bed.

Ben stared at him and the bed. But his courage failed him. He looked round for the door key but couldn't see it. He tried the door again, hoping it had changed its mind about being locked. Finally, thinking about the cold, dark lounge downstairs, he looked back at the inviting bed.

"Come on lad, you must be feeling tired, get into bed", the gentleman said kindly, "I won't eat you".

But he did, and that wasn't all he did, but he did it so nicely, it didn't seem to matter to Ben.

The night sped by in the strangest manner.

For other 'Targets' at mitchmen, click on the post label below

Saturday, 22 February 2025

Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 2

Read Part 1 of this '2025 Recent Work' article


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This story, simply called 'Farm Boys', opens in a sunny field filled with gay flowers. Two Farm Boys are examining a scarecrow. Well, one of them is, I've called him Seth. The other, Tim, is keeping his distance. The scarecrow has an outer wrapping of well-worn sacking, it looks as if it's been around for a long, long time and it's very spooky. Horror movie fans will recognise the meme with relish. The pumpkins lying around on the floor confirm the worst, this has got to be Halloween.

The presence of summer flowers in Autumn might be considered another spooky element. It's probably artistic licence, designed to give that initial impression of beauty, peace and well-being.

Despite his amazing muscles, Tim is unnerved by the scarecrow and wants to get away. Seth laughs and puts a reassuring, affectionate arm round his shoulder. The two friends walk off, unaware that behind them, the scarecrow seems to have reacted to them in a disturbing way.

The Farm Boys hold hands as they depart, clearly they are more than just friends.

The scarecrow seems to be watching them.

We see now that it isn't secured to the support.

That evening, a mysterious mist descends on the farm.

As Seth walks home, he is unaware of strange creatures emerging from it behind him.

In the distance, the scarecrow's cross is now vacant.

Seth is attacked by the creatures, overwhelmed and stripped naked*.

As they carry him off, a storm breaks. Brilliant lightning sears the sky,

Torrential rain pelts Seth's naked body.

*more images at DeviantArt (link below)

With the storm raging, the creatures carry Seth across the sodden field

Ahead, two scarecrow crosses are planted amongst the pumpkins.

One of them is already occupied, a naked man hangs from the cross piece.

He's tied by his wrists and ankles.

Seth is dragged the last few yards to the crosses, where the 3rd creature awaits.

He looks up at the last minute and sees the unconscious, hooded figure already hanging there.

Seth is hung on the cross next to Tim.

The rain continues to pelts down on them, cascading down their naked bodies.

Lightning flashes illuminate their glossy, neutralised muscles.

You can fill in the gaps in this tale by starting to read at Deviant Art

This tale is a splendid, gothic variation on Homoeros' favourite theme of crucifixion.

A bloodless one, which pleases me. The horror iconography is a bit random, but the scarecrow role reversal is very effective, and the outcome is still disturbingly sexy. It does seem, as if Seth and Tim are being punished for being gay, the same might also be said of the story of hitchhiker Leo in Part 1. But equally, it may simply be that these malevolent creatures hate lovers and happy people.

See the foot of this post for other scarecrows

and ominous farm settings at mitchmen.

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The artist's interest in depicting homophobic situations is even more explicit in this series, which is simply titled 'Medieval'. A nobleman's son has been caught in 'flagrante delicto' with a wandering Player (i.e. an entertainer). No guessing who's going to be blamed for this fall from grace! A dripping dick is the smoking gun.

The Player is abused then dragged before a priest - to confess and reform, I guess. This is a great image with good composition and convincing figure interactions. The Renaissance style colouring and warm lighting in the style of Caravaggio is a very clever embellishment.

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The Priest proves to better at exploitation than rectification, but I suppose someone has to have a pop at the handsome offender before he is despatched to his fate. He also hangs around afterwards to legitimise the sadistic proceedings that follow. The Player is spread X-fashion across a timber frame and the whips are brought out.

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The executioner lays the whip on with ferocious energy. I can't say I enjoy the sight of blood, especially after having read about the consequences of harsh floggings in Clavering's 'Under The Lash', but this is an intensely dramatic image, made more so by the crazy angling.

The executioner's arched torso expresses a determination to inflict the maximum pain. The stiffness of the victim's physique reflects his efforts to manage and contain it. The naked man's anatomy is more compact and realistic than in older work by this artist.

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Once the tormentors have completed the designated flogging and discharged their own interest, the victim is taken down. He's set on the floor, with a timber block under his shoulders, and they proceed to nail his arms to it. I've selected this single image to represent that process (depicted at length by Homoeros), because it illustrates the victim's horror and helplessness as he grasps what they intend to do to him. The torturers continue to show their keenness to do the job well, sitting astride him, not shying away from intimate contact with the condemned man.

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When the grisly attachment process is complete, the block is lifted into brackets high up on a wall frame especially built to hold it. This elaborate arrangement suggests crucifixion is a regular occurrence in this particular dungeon, but it seems the perpetrators never tire of watching their victim's suffering and descent into oblivion. Unlike Leo the rambler in Part 1 of this post, there's no-one to rescue the young Player.

Fill in the picture gaps at Deviant Art starting from Medieval 01

There are a number of other examples of spooky scarecrows

and ominous farm settings at mitchmen:-

Chenz-X-Chen, from Art by Chenz-X-Chen

EdDraws (sinister happenings in a corn field)

Amalaric (scarecrow punishment in Cruel Justice)

Jotto (scarecrow conversion)

RomanAI (sinister corn fields)

Palanca (corn fields and corns)

click on the labels at the foot of the post for other related articles

Here, it looks like the Player from 'Medieval' has got himself into more trouble.

The naked man, drunk and disorderly, is arrested and handcuffed in a modern city centre.

I suppose reincarnation might well perpetuate the terrible traumas of a previous existence.

This detention may not be without bodily consequences either, invasive maybe, but not fatal.

The moment when a man submits to capture never fails to stir me.


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This appears to be a very different situation where two men have emerged from an underground tunnel to discover the opening is sealed by bars. You can feel their frustration and disappointment. This may be an escape attempt that has come to naught. Maybe they didn't even suspect they had been imprisoned, but were just exploring. Now the terrible truth unfolds.

There's an echo of Gilgamesh in the idea of a labyrinthine prison.

This man certainly knows he is a captive, because he's in a bare stone cellar with his hands tied.

He must have tried to escape, but thwarted now, he kneels submissively to await his fate.

The simplicity of the image gives a sense of his helplessness and abandonment.

This captive is tied to an easel-like frame, as if by a man who sees himself as an artist.

A man who sees his captive as worthy of display, a canvass for his artistic talents.

However, it's a frame of tremendous size and strength, built to withstand great forces.

Neither of these ingredients bode well for the young captive.

His muscularity pleases the eye, but will be sorely tested in the coming days, sorely.

The final image in this selection is another simple but powerful idea.

A naked man has been brought to his knees by another, skimpily dressed in gladiatorial accessories.

He's not restrained, nor trapped in a cell, but bought low in a vast open, deserted arena.

With his back turned, defenceless, to his antagonist, his bowed head signals total submission.

The telltale clues to this sorry state can be seen in the area below his left armpit:-

Flecks of blood and a glimpsed loop of a whip.

His strong jaw and masculine stubble underline the depths of his subjugation.

Dejection, humiliated. A great little image.