Tripod torture

 The next stage after the victim was hoisted and tied to a tripod like an animal for slaughter...

follow up to previously published drawing, inspired by painting of Marsyás by Charles André van Loo.

 

Impalement - part of the commission

 I brushed some dust off this old drawing of mine... not in the right mood these days, so this must do for now.

I hope some of you might still find it amusing. In a way...

Let me know what you think... 

apeliates castrated

It was time...
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.
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.
The cook had been waiting for them....

The first cut

The 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.
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.
This was the last load released... all of them were preserved in a glass jar.
Now, the time has come for the first cut...

War Barbecque

The butcher from the camp arrived right in time… the processing had just began. The farmer and his son had hidden the catle somewhere not to be found by the army … and so the women of the farm… but the soldiers were hungry… and not only hungry. So the farmer and his son must do… for both purposes…

Small Talk

Butchers at work...

My friend, incredibly talented fellow artist Pote, made an image of his own interpretation. 

Visit his blog to see more of his amazing art!

Two butchers playing

Playing with the LongPig

The two butchers did bring their work to their home... their speciallity is garden party barbecque for friends.
They have some contacts who provide them with meat for these parties... some of them are internet mediators, arranging the connection between willing longpigs and awaiting butchers... others are hunters, hunting for desirable male meat in the streets or in woods... willing or unwilling...
The meat is delivered as a livestock and then it is processed in front of interested crowd... sometimes the pig provides more kinds of entertainment... depends on a type of a party...
Most of the times it is, at least, used by butchers themselves.

Spoliatio

some new work made on request...

Being copied...

Some guys seem to be inspired by my works... others don't find them satisfying enough and feel the need to go even further...
Here is an example of the latter.... Maybe some of you, guys, will find it better than the original. :)

 

And here is the original...

Inspiration - Marsyás

On of my favourite sotries/inspirations for art - Marsyás from Greek mythology.
Here is the painting that inspired me to some "alternation"....

I know the original painting is perfect, but this is just a fantasy of mine...
This time I recorded three fases of making the drawing... so here they are...

Last chance

Now it is your very last chance to tell us where it is... We will play with you no more... And we will not repeat it...!

Cold room

The room was clean, white and cold... The tiles were on the walls and on the floor.... Diferent hooks and pulleys were hanging from the ceiling. Electric light was the only thing that remotedly reminded of warmth. The boy was also cold, shivering. The harsh touch of warm hands, pulling down his undies, the only piece of clothes that was left on him, was almost pleasant sensation.
The boy's eyes were covered, so he couldn't see the man standing in front of him... he could only feel his presence. He smelled his sweat... but he couldn't see the knife....