tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67623872282168022572024-02-19T15:59:53.682+01:00Sherwin's fantasy worldThis blog was created as a place, where you can visit a world based on and existing only in my FANTASY. Most of the immages depict scenes of male to male BDSM and sex and there usually is certain level of violence in them. No connection with the real world. Once again - this is only for readers 18+ or any other "legal" age (according to laws of your country). Thanx!Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-5626765073759654552022-11-26T10:01:00.002+01:002022-11-26T10:03:51.390+01:00enslaving the rebel fighter<p> Clearing my old Tumblr profile, as the censorship made it useless years ago... </p><p>This is one of the posts with my own photo - in this case photo of me created by Lichtreich - German photographer.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEGQ9JeEQytKYpGMSrmeqh4t2FBZj522kkiIZycvGM3MxiQ1_oYRi4GE9r0oND_2LVbDkaBjOTFhiPQNKezptqj066nV-0q9tluWTCd-Ka-O-wAcDdlurNBUIdcHXoqXGFUfZ5qqWVOsKwi6GSSqo6-WShgJykEocJsTC83Xle77epf9dgMi0y4oI/s903/tumblr_n0807eLxrn1sgnhfxo1_640.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="615" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEGQ9JeEQytKYpGMSrmeqh4t2FBZj522kkiIZycvGM3MxiQ1_oYRi4GE9r0oND_2LVbDkaBjOTFhiPQNKezptqj066nV-0q9tluWTCd-Ka-O-wAcDdlurNBUIdcHXoqXGFUfZ5qqWVOsKwi6GSSqo6-WShgJykEocJsTC83Xle77epf9dgMi0y4oI/s16000/tumblr_n0807eLxrn1sgnhfxo1_640.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Writen by PeterBrownUK:<br /></p><p><span>LOCALE: EASTERN EUROPE / ARABIA TIME : PRESENT
He was a rebel fighter, or terrorist as his government wanted him to be
known, trying to overthrow the unjust regime and restore the promised
freedoms to his divided country. The sheer volume of modern weaponry,
communications systems, spy drones and other military hardware that the
government could buy did however mean that he and most of the other
rebels were ultimately surrounded in a small town. In spite of their
heroic efforts, holding out against almost impossible odds for two
weeks, and running out of ammunition and food, they knew they had to
surrender. Although some of them wanted a bloody final battle and death,
they were persuaded to hold off by their fellows as they could, they
thought, eventually be released and then resume the struggle. The UN
Representative negotiated the deal, assuring the brave men that they
would be treated as prisoners of war under the terms of the Geneva
Convention, and not as terrorists outside the protection of
international laws governing the treatment of combatants. </span></p><p><span> All seemed to go well at first as they filed past the government troops,
surrendering their arms. Under the eyes of the world’s TV cameras they
were given a hot meal, and those with torn and shredded uniforms were
provided with blankets against the weather. The cameras watched as
they were loaded into trucks - without the government guards mistreating
them in any way - and they were driven off to a POW camp. All seemed
fine, as there were large tents to house groups of 8, a central mess
room and recreational hall, showers and latrines, and a medical
facility. Several news organisations sent their reporters to the camps,
and the world’s viewers saw the young, fit fighters exercising and
playing soccer and apparently thriving. </span></p><p><span>The world lost interest of course, as other more “pressing” news stories
crowded the airwaves. And then mysteriously groups of men started to
disappear from the camp - perhaps ten or so per day. The treatment these
unfortunates got from the guards was very different - roused in the
dead of night they were cuffed, gagged and chained, and then threw into
trucks just as if they were cargo and not men. They stripped them
stark naked at the airfield, bundling them into a small cage in the
aircraft - carrying them this way made it so much easier as they could
piss during the long flight with their waste simply flowing across the
floor of the cargo hold. They shivered and clung together for warmth as
the hold was not heated, and this was the first time that many of them
had been in such intimate contact with another man’s body - in training
they were of course always in uniform. </span></p><p><span>It was blisteringly hot when their crate was unloaded, and the guards
here were different - they had guns of course, but were also equipped
with short whips and a fearsome electric device which they soon learned
was a “slave goad”. These were the means of keeping them under control.
On arrival at a heavily guarded compound they were made to wash each
other thoroughly - to get them used to having other men handle their
bodies as we know, but the reason for which they did not suspect at this
stage. After a thorough medically exam they then had most of their body
hair shaved off leaving only a suggestion of their pubes to indicate
“manliness”. They were separated into two groups, and those in the
uncircumcised group were lined up for a simple, but painful, operation
by a man in a blood-stained white coat. </span></p><p><span>The sale the next day was humiliating - strung up with their hands above
their heads to a beam they had to endure the prodding, probing and
intimate examination of their bodies by many, many men. Then each had a
few brief moments on a brightly lit stage where what as clearly an
auctioneer sold them off to the audience of laughing, shouting men. </span></p><p><span>He now stands alone, without his companions, in a space at his owner’s
palace reserved for the reception and treatment of new slaves. He is
almost used to being kept entirely naked now although whenever guards
approach he covers his genitals with his hands in that automatic reflex
action that new slaves still possess. He wonders what all this has
happened to him, and why the world has let him be humiliated and treated
in this way. He worries about his family back home and how they are
managing without him - his young wife pregnant with their third child,
and his two young sons. When will he see them again, when will he feel
his wife’s soft caresses, when will he be able to take his sons in his
arms?</span></p><p><span> Little does he realise that his new owner has paid considerably over the
odds for him as devious enquiries to his home country before the
auction revealed these family details. His owner relishes using fit,
handsome young men as his sexual playthings, especially those with a
proven breeding record that shows them to be “straight”. </span></p><p><span>So however much he stands there and longs fort his family, for the
caresses of his wife, it isn’t going to happen. He will be tied down to
one of the so-called “fucking horses” so that he can begin to learn how
an owner uses a slave. And as he gains more experience and realises he
is powerless, he might even begin to enjoy the feel of another man’s
cock against and in his body. </span> <br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-68448688948131500122022-11-13T17:28:00.000+01:002022-11-13T17:28:18.759+01:00The end of sub Lawrence<p> After some fun the Masters had with him they tied him to a metal grid, as some other subs before him... and even some not far from him... The metal grill was portable, with small posts in the corners of the fireplace prepared for it. Hot barbecue charcoal was spread out on the fire pit area and one of the Masters made sure there was always enough charcoal at the right temperature. Occasionally he added it with a metal shovel. His other concern was to make sure that all parts of the sub's body were evenly roasted. For this purpose he had in one hand a sort of two-pronged pitchfork, which he used from time to time to press some of the sub's limbs or torso against the grate and hold it closer to the radiant heat.<br />The other watching dominants amused themselves by rubbing oil on the sub's body, so that it would not burn too quickly...<br />The advantage was that the temperature was lower at the edges of the fireplace, so the dominants didn't get burned, and the subs on the grate stayed conscious longer as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLenc0UrU31uuc6sE6o0JxXKX6KcghJS1S5BlrlGUfW-bl-1rZPIkNJeCOmWMwITgeSZ3asKgCN0INBdCCC60h9NcW4DkVNohyZ8itmSqLs-8ZKMm2uYWVuYOsk7h-0OB9pghG22t0WNP2esFA80OJfhbHnmjw9yIzwRuJWNQBGQt1mSRqXl-CsOE5/s1500/Lawrence%20web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1500" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLenc0UrU31uuc6sE6o0JxXKX6KcghJS1S5BlrlGUfW-bl-1rZPIkNJeCOmWMwITgeSZ3asKgCN0INBdCCC60h9NcW4DkVNohyZ8itmSqLs-8ZKMm2uYWVuYOsk7h-0OB9pghG22t0WNP2esFA80OJfhbHnmjw9yIzwRuJWNQBGQt1mSRqXl-CsOE5/w640-h456/Lawrence%20web.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-3619700470005806732022-10-30T11:51:00.002+01:002022-10-30T11:51:54.546+01:00Longpig is prepaerd<p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">After the last sexual service the longpig is ready... the spit is ready too. </span></p><p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Another part of the scene inspired by the old picture from net, though this particular group in not in the original picture.</span></p><p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mEEdkg7WhWWJ9Kv9eMqgEy47E-uY2hCBHbX9heK6_1ycwxQsDo2bkrIn9KQLt8JGvYS6aSaMayaqguBEwc_9snbwz1FSZnljiVjJiNpynbMRkZ1nS0-GsFxNGQjw3FmHDM4lxpzQgSWWcWO2Iz91pj-r_4vYnWCrjmT_icKVIQI74svteXmPbPs4/s3508/Preparing_the_Longpig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3508" data-original-width="2552" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mEEdkg7WhWWJ9Kv9eMqgEy47E-uY2hCBHbX9heK6_1ycwxQsDo2bkrIn9KQLt8JGvYS6aSaMayaqguBEwc_9snbwz1FSZnljiVjJiNpynbMRkZ1nS0-GsFxNGQjw3FmHDM4lxpzQgSWWcWO2Iz91pj-r_4vYnWCrjmT_icKVIQI74svteXmPbPs4/w466-h640/Preparing_the_Longpig.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBlRW9Ke1YNVn8vYTb5ZRJL5AVp5ywrfolCL9DLDYUd3eS3lwYE6HeLkBgNWg2km5PQfsx3RW3BLBdOGeU4ZDhloHUKVnRJiuBj2jXkKHpnnjORPO8qXi3vjfaJZgOrURqLZJB6ajyeXK4rknUAQKzbBFtzbwTYEF-dMxxjaq0UjE5KZhPHLQPBgC/s480/bdsmlr-10166131-0H6QbMpdgT.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="480" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBlRW9Ke1YNVn8vYTb5ZRJL5AVp5ywrfolCL9DLDYUd3eS3lwYE6HeLkBgNWg2km5PQfsx3RW3BLBdOGeU4ZDhloHUKVnRJiuBj2jXkKHpnnjORPO8qXi3vjfaJZgOrURqLZJB6ajyeXK4rknUAQKzbBFtzbwTYEF-dMxxjaq0UjE5KZhPHLQPBgC/w400-h264/bdsmlr-10166131-0H6QbMpdgT.webp" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-63718545579700438372022-08-01T17:34:00.001+02:002022-08-01T17:34:36.118+02:00Mitchmen blog (and a mention of me)<p> Today, after a long time, I got to read a small part of the blog of a fellow gay bdsm illustration artist, Mitchell (Mitchmen). There I came across an analysis of some of my older works as part of his series on BDSM creators. <br />I'm grateful to him for this mention of me, and reading his analytical description of my drawings was very interesting for myself.<br />If you are interested in that description, you can find it <a href="https://mitchmen.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-z-of-fetish-artists-sherwin.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />In general, I recommend <a href="https://mitchmen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mitchell's blog</a> for exploration and thank him again for the time and thoughts he gave to my drawings at the time!<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVrQwe6EKLCKVBBfjw6p8mM0UTOEl5mKumqNYcHT_H6zO1Aa10pg0_ycbUu2_6KzLuvz1UzReVhJLwumpQGpqAB9_yRwxC3KelCjsiq_IKcyUmAjtWydEtrrPLBqJUxuUXHgzHghePCL9/s639/Mitchell-688+-+False+hopes+%2528kidnap%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="452" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVrQwe6EKLCKVBBfjw6p8mM0UTOEl5mKumqNYcHT_H6zO1Aa10pg0_ycbUu2_6KzLuvz1UzReVhJLwumpQGpqAB9_yRwxC3KelCjsiq_IKcyUmAjtWydEtrrPLBqJUxuUXHgzHghePCL9/w283-h400/Mitchell-688+-+False+hopes+%2528kidnap%2529.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDCDeMKUtvSkhbwGpgdc4ZhqJ5o3NhbEmVv62h0q3GWayBf_bXxlB2qbpO-uk7ogrEf5w4rizSOYyMk1Ff4i9h3GdezGDrZjIJ09zCnx4pdCxdXGaCCsxnkym1vf4oDWazTwnozwUDgEA/s639/Mitchell-318+-+The+Punishment+Of+Cpl+Corelli.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="450" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDCDeMKUtvSkhbwGpgdc4ZhqJ5o3NhbEmVv62h0q3GWayBf_bXxlB2qbpO-uk7ogrEf5w4rizSOYyMk1Ff4i9h3GdezGDrZjIJ09zCnx4pdCxdXGaCCsxnkym1vf4oDWazTwnozwUDgEA/w281-h400/Mitchell-318+-+The+Punishment+Of+Cpl+Corelli.JPG" width="281" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgiSZRPoG2Ky4KLZZioCzEO0f0hYCEKVHzkhtPWSe23Z7sYSh35KMoCq54U0a1sGSFDDyHlVuaIfACzzCpbCH-UfRFV-wvhf8HqI0Jlmx9GdS9_TsM219KYgb8EEplna0lOQJ-PZXju_V/s640/OS01+Mitchell-462+Olympic+Torch+Takes++A+Detour.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="455" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgiSZRPoG2Ky4KLZZioCzEO0f0hYCEKVHzkhtPWSe23Z7sYSh35KMoCq54U0a1sGSFDDyHlVuaIfACzzCpbCH-UfRFV-wvhf8HqI0Jlmx9GdS9_TsM219KYgb8EEplna0lOQJ-PZXju_V/w285-h400/OS01+Mitchell-462+Olympic+Torch+Takes++A+Detour.JPG" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgvvh-PEPj15JTlOkSVfOjc6ciA-8bT6U4kA28uPJ8vcMKhnjCWgZXnmo1cFzmx7alvmHr-nihUu5bSGi9XbuAcAeSNNmZLvRuGzhZhpOb8zHM6ZqFAzi6JAGv1eAgjdErev-Vj5mRvtJ/s640/Mitchell-607.1+Jogger+Horsewhipped+for+Trespassing+1912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="465" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgvvh-PEPj15JTlOkSVfOjc6ciA-8bT6U4kA28uPJ8vcMKhnjCWgZXnmo1cFzmx7alvmHr-nihUu5bSGi9XbuAcAeSNNmZLvRuGzhZhpOb8zHM6ZqFAzi6JAGv1eAgjdErev-Vj5mRvtJ/w291-h400/Mitchell-607.1+Jogger+Horsewhipped+for+Trespassing+1912.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-64594458458563327182022-07-29T19:45:00.000+02:002022-07-29T19:45:11.452+02:00Let's barbeque!<p> Another part of the scene from the past internet...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1e1-WPPZbUAkyvT1_MD7WiBg_jvXhphSXq0eiBr_T1E3MJ5RDc_hwalO6gQcMmhYrnCRpVy-NlUKYbLTxvDesfit515U4uVe0D0qPMZz_H2Wf2gaVGzgpAqvgpTRoFOY0c3UU1jTNiAAsNqfn_vgw2eRHPHzx_Dvb6U6ZZyV3KPqIuTh48vC6vCj/s3117/grill_party_blogspot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3117" data-original-width="2481" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1e1-WPPZbUAkyvT1_MD7WiBg_jvXhphSXq0eiBr_T1E3MJ5RDc_hwalO6gQcMmhYrnCRpVy-NlUKYbLTxvDesfit515U4uVe0D0qPMZz_H2Wf2gaVGzgpAqvgpTRoFOY0c3UU1jTNiAAsNqfn_vgw2eRHPHzx_Dvb6U6ZZyV3KPqIuTh48vC6vCj/w510-h640/grill_party_blogspot.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><br /><p>The other part from the same inspiration pack - <a href="https://worldofsherwin.blogspot.com/2021/12/late-evening-doodle.html" target="_blank">here</a></p><p>The original image is here. I believe I got it from former yahoo group GMBA (gay male bdsm art) or some other of sort...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsu94C4o_zzOpAlZhNdgR4DnL1-yWM7au1k8rW_dX2a--WKNOUA0YoD7GuSaoM1AmDySkTGMKL1nyogXip-JloUWnReG9W-wjW_kNDJcTvhtWrxemnt8A246L_wGHApsBRj3oydjTrduYHcgtg2bePu4U4CqeRaXftzn9v_Z_kS1lns7fXC7hOUii/s480/bdsmlr-138429-ruuwatqzdA.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="480" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsu94C4o_zzOpAlZhNdgR4DnL1-yWM7au1k8rW_dX2a--WKNOUA0YoD7GuSaoM1AmDySkTGMKL1nyogXip-JloUWnReG9W-wjW_kNDJcTvhtWrxemnt8A246L_wGHApsBRj3oydjTrduYHcgtg2bePu4U4CqeRaXftzn9v_Z_kS1lns7fXC7hOUii/w400-h264/bdsmlr-138429-ruuwatqzdA.gif" width="400" /></a></div>If you happen to have the image saved from the past in better resolution, please, let me know!<br /> <br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-61786936051811755322022-07-23T13:05:00.005+02:002022-07-23T13:05:51.986+02:00The boy who...<p> First he thought it woud be a thrilling sex experience. Agreed to come to meet the Dom he chatted with on internet. Travelled to this remote area and had a drink with Him in a local pub. Than they drove in his car to his ranch. Boy agreed to take his clothes off and let himself be bound to a fence... it was during that process that he realized he might be too vulnerable that way...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kSc2u1vDaVNQ4QCBGKPmFeOjGwvzhlwXGS1NuvYKon7--y-ZTs9atkLhGA_6vs6jrp6vq_6hLxO5e4HMOS0tPIRPg9K6pn4wZVC0o8eOOknHLEak7lAGk3zJcCT5drG2C9jOQFbbvcKhPxr394FWa_ZZxwFXUgFpHPvVICa7etaYQA2dqV-e8lCx/s2385/boy_being_tied-blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2228" data-original-width="2385" height="598" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kSc2u1vDaVNQ4QCBGKPmFeOjGwvzhlwXGS1NuvYKon7--y-ZTs9atkLhGA_6vs6jrp6vq_6hLxO5e4HMOS0tPIRPg9K6pn4wZVC0o8eOOknHLEak7lAGk3zJcCT5drG2C9jOQFbbvcKhPxr394FWa_ZZxwFXUgFpHPvVICa7etaYQA2dqV-e8lCx/w640-h598/boy_being_tied-blogger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-28273916953450719682022-06-06T17:30:00.001+02:002022-06-10T19:46:28.743+02:00Revenge on POWs...<p> I started this drawing quite a long time ago.... Those, who watch my twitter, know that. With real war, started not very far from our borders, it suddenly felt weird, amost frightening and also somehow just... wrong. </p><p>I still have this feeling of conflict between my urge to create images reflecting my erotic fantasies and compassion with victims of this real, ongoing war.</p><p>After few months of incapability of drawing anything of kind, I finally succeeded in finishing the drawing... maybe partly in hope that it somehow magically helps to finish the real war... Stupid hope, of course... but we all have dreams and wishes, don't we?</p><p>Anyway - here it is... </p><p>Everything in the picture is just a fantasy, as always. No connection to any real situation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGQUNYvvY_PlV0Z3ffds942MoyPwaqLrmx3FX_yoc0s6cV2FM6oCNerPDqWYfOOg6Iq4MCmAHOAqAMNdRyQgBn7zliu4OtVLIS-k9I-uuev3nft0WgB0nykzvufpc6K_Ujr_t-QweM4Jub92nzrW2HYyQiYRLZVyEU33g3Gmq1ZC3fG0UJGPryEuL/s2039/Revenge_on_POWs-websize.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2039" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGQUNYvvY_PlV0Z3ffds942MoyPwaqLrmx3FX_yoc0s6cV2FM6oCNerPDqWYfOOg6Iq4MCmAHOAqAMNdRyQgBn7zliu4OtVLIS-k9I-uuev3nft0WgB0nykzvufpc6K_Ujr_t-QweM4Jub92nzrW2HYyQiYRLZVyEU33g3Gmq1ZC3fG0UJGPryEuL/w640-h470/Revenge_on_POWs-websize.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehqHx0Z245Hd7vfYdg7v8Os_W_cqX_DmFiA1kwXybXxQ1wrZyyid-zqYrhqj_OcX5FkGaQD8rx_9ZYm8a-FfvxfU_F6yJ_TYcvtXyh4_Ky2385IZC6LeMTRMDRMEYljRcD11INNDy6Xhi1pA1rMHNEADQaS__0P1jzlxY9kWBs3JVTbFof-WP247g/s1500/Revenge_on_POWs-crux-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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In a way...</p><p>Let me know what you think... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLdJ6qibHoVVmHTCDrZT3PyH-s7nr1wEXZuBkaerHh9fQgIT1G2J2dFkprx7R0tahRYkFkagVLSs7Kg34cIZCCVu_K-4QKLLf7YKgpNaodjCbXA1E1eFTzbCpZJFhyY-zD8HhJ9yh4ZI/s2048/impalement+blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1425" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLdJ6qibHoVVmHTCDrZT3PyH-s7nr1wEXZuBkaerHh9fQgIT1G2J2dFkprx7R0tahRYkFkagVLSs7Kg34cIZCCVu_K-4QKLLf7YKgpNaodjCbXA1E1eFTzbCpZJFhyY-zD8HhJ9yh4ZI/w446-h640/impalement+blogger.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-66536164134642831492021-05-13T21:29:00.007+02:002021-05-13T22:09:39.004+02:00Bedroom crucifixion<p>This drawing was started and finished as an illustration to a story writen by John Dee Cooper in the past. It was inspired by work of another artist - Mike Carcel. My illustration is depicting the closing scene - the very end of the story. I recommend to read the story even though it is not for everyone. The author of the story plans some edits to it, but made it accessible as it is now, here, through this <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/szi1h307enye8u2/The%20Wooden%20Spike.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">link</a>.<br /></p><p>Here is my illustration.
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Reu liked them. Now he met the guy personally and he liked him as well. But then they got doctored drinks... when they regained consciousness, they were in a cell somewhere... naked.</p><p>They took them out, individually, and led them for inspection to a processing room... tied them to a butchering block and after <span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title="">thorough cleaning, </span></span><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title="">measuring</span></span><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title=""> and inspection they fucked them...</span></span></p><p><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title="">After that they put them back into the cell. When the morning was coming, they made love... for the last time.</span></span></p><p><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title="">Later they came for them and brought them to the processing room again. After a repeated cleaning they hang them upside down by their feet and started processing... everything being watched through glass walls by paying customers - future consumers. The most honorable ones have the privilege to do some parts of the processing themselves, under the supervision and with the help of professionals... for the special fee, of course.</span></span></p><p><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEcR-2_dmdKIoG0Wp8pcfiWl8JC0lk3uTNBc4vwnUOL4gpZtmm7R2lexwtqX-A7RZ5LzrjH_Xm8GvpFcuaPDPVCK-cOXPX62r1DNe_eUuAjzjNsrgqzOFUoBu28kmXAxYRBpXLloRZ4c/s1500/WhatsApp+Image+2020-11-30+at+07.44.13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1328" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEcR-2_dmdKIoG0Wp8pcfiWl8JC0lk3uTNBc4vwnUOL4gpZtmm7R2lexwtqX-A7RZ5LzrjH_Xm8GvpFcuaPDPVCK-cOXPX62r1DNe_eUuAjzjNsrgqzOFUoBu28kmXAxYRBpXLloRZ4c/w566-h640/WhatsApp+Image+2020-11-30+at+07.44.13.jpeg" width="566" /></a></div><br /><span class="" title=""><br /></span><p></p><p><span class="tlid-translation translation" lang="en"><span class="" title=""><br /></span></span></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-85863260007253519362020-11-07T12:10:00.002+01:002020-11-07T12:10:31.515+01:00Stephan/Sebastian<p> Another study for Sebastian... for this posed Stephan in one of his amazing photographic selfportraits... What do you think?</p><p>It is not the "polished" finished drawing I tend to post mostly... but since I had a very long pause in posting, I was thinking even the study might please my readers and followers... </p><p>I hope you all are staying safe and healthy! In the end - St. Sebastian is the saint who protects against disseases.. ;-)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-v-NuEUm-xA-YqMfGdywEkTMwyic9Cf1I3QmuYrfKxmA54zPlfXHdLFySmdAIvAk95rw8QPuqt3WCXf_4PRV13W1IXitwp_dsOZRvHiT-U3M5H1oS4rVM1QMmDs-eG-op6eIhHu_agAE/s2048/IMG_20201027_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1332" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-v-NuEUm-xA-YqMfGdywEkTMwyic9Cf1I3QmuYrfKxmA54zPlfXHdLFySmdAIvAk95rw8QPuqt3WCXf_4PRV13W1IXitwp_dsOZRvHiT-U3M5H1oS4rVM1QMmDs-eG-op6eIhHu_agAE/w416-h640/IMG_20201027_0001.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-63020994344786309592020-03-31T15:00:00.000+02:002020-03-31T15:00:06.207+02:00yet another doodle - tree crucifixion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After some time the man was nailed to a tree, nails through his wrists and feet, fixed in possition by one additional nail piercing his nutsack, the guard came to have some fun finishing him by spear...Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-7061731712983798632020-03-18T22:22:00.000+01:002020-03-18T22:22:21.135+01:00Another doodle revisitedCamp crux - entertainment selfie...<br />
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<br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-8133112301476696032020-03-16T14:55:00.003+01:002020-03-16T14:55:34.566+01:00Redhead Crux (revisited)Inspired by one of the victims in the painting mentioned <a href="http://worldofsherwin.blogspot.com/2014/05/classical-art-inspiration.html" target="_blank">here</a><br />
I did this sketch, revisited today... added some color...<br />
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<br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-58511245516187709372020-02-22T12:51:00.000+01:002020-02-22T12:51:05.598+01:00The grill partyThey all had their fun with the longpig... and now, after few rounds, more than few beers, they all became hungry. Time to heaten up the grill and to bring the longpig...<br />
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<br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-79830101822562685672019-09-28T20:35:00.000+02:002019-09-28T20:35:09.640+02:00Michael's crucifixion"So much I can do to you, boy, the executioner is an amateur in pain. I so look forward to our many private moments" Simon then laughs to the crowd. "Private moments with my boy but all may watch."<br />
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<br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-37706785920769675142019-09-25T12:04:00.002+02:002019-09-25T12:04:57.803+02:00My friend's fantasyI didn't publish this sketch drawing when it was made, I believe… it is a fantasy of one of my friends - torture and sexual abuse where he and me would be in role of victims… he is in the central position while I am trying to relieve him by taking the sound from his piss hole....<br />
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Sorry for the poor quality of the photo...Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-30238211286268903572019-09-01T10:15:00.003+02:002019-09-01T10:15:53.932+02:00tribute to Toshimi Oda - inspired by his work<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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As I don't know Japanese language, I can only guess what the original image is about.. still it has a strong impact on me. The Oda's work is perfect as it is. I hope you will excuse my poor atempt of creating my own version of the scene... Have a great Sunday!</div>
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<br />Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-71379177829320311902018-10-27T10:15:00.002+02:002018-10-27T10:15:40.021+02:00An offer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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An offer to the guest of the party...<br />
...would you like a little entertainment?Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-79811073075378265692018-08-12T19:40:00.002+02:002018-08-12T19:54:04.263+02:00apeliates castratedIt was time...<br />
Apeliates, tied to the hooks on the wall, stood completely naked, when a man with a
butcher's apron came to him. He reached down between Apeliates' legs and took his tied up ballsack in his left hand. His right hand, holding a large, sharp knife, did a fast move. The blade cut the scrotum open and both
testicles fell out hanging on the spermatic cords. The man than took hold of tied man's penis and jerked him, frist slowly, but then faster and faster... even though his ballsack was cut, Apeliates shoot a huge load, while the drops of blood were falling down from the
knife blade.<br />
Now, after the last ejaculation, the penis will be cut and so the testicles and all the pieces will be thrown into the bucket, standing between Apeliates' legs.<br />
The cook had been waiting for them....<br />
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Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762387228216802257.post-69986144296021342952018-05-13T09:48:00.001+02:002018-05-13T09:48:54.894+02:00The first cutThe yard was full of fresh air of late Spring... the grass, pushing up through the paving at the foot of the wall, was green and full of will to live and grow. Light breeze was playing with the hair of the naked man, hanging on the tripod by the tied ankles... his wrists tied to the two of the three poles. His head was just few inches from the ground.<br />
His cock, still held in the hand of the other man, wearing a leather apron and rubber waders, was dripping the last drops of sperm.<br />
This was the last load released... all of them were preserved in a glass jar.<br />
Now, the time has come for the first cut...<br />
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,,Take your hand off it… you can’t hide it anymore. Now you’ll be on
display for anyone once we nail your hands and feet to the wood… Pray that no-one will have the idea to "play" with your body, especially with your jewels.” Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02884227525699623801noreply@blogger.com4