From the time I was a very young boy, I have always been fascinated by muscular men, the bigger the better. I particularly loved watching movies where the big handsome hero was placed into some kind of jeopardy, tortured or abused at the whim of his evil captor and forced to use his strength and wits to escape and then win the day.
As I grew older, I focused more and more on the eroticism of these sorts of scenarios. I also realized that the most vulnerable part of a man's body was his testicles, so it was a natural progression that I became more and more obsessed with a man's nuts. They're such a contradiction -- the source of a man's masculinity and virility, yet simultaneously so delicate and vulnerable. A solid blow to the nuts would bring even the mightiest man to his knees in pain.
I began drawing in my teens, trying to put the fantasy images in my head onto paper. None of my earliest drawings still survive -- I would go through periodic fits of trying to be straight and denying these darker fantasies, and I would destroy my artwork. But the pull to draw was inexorable, and before long I'd find myself once again hunched over my desk, drawing the men of my fantasies in precarious and compromising situations.
The same themes come up over and over again in my artwork, and though I'm always eager to explore new ideas, the focus almost always end up being some sort of torture or imminent jeopardy for the guy's huge balls. I particularly loved those "cliffhanger moments" where the very next moment will make or break the hero; will he break free in the nick of time and defeat the villain, or will he lose his precious manhood?
I'm the first to admit that my artwork is "cartoony" -- I'm a fair artist at best, and I think my imagination far outpaces my ability to bring these images to life on the page. But I used to share my artwork in the past, first on the old GreaseTank website and later on the original GMBA Yahoo Group, and was surprised to get a really positive response. The comments from viewers encouraged me to keep on drawing, and from 2006 to 2008, I produced a lot of artwork. I gradually moved away from artwork to focus on writing (or rewriting) stories, which I feel is more in line with my talents. (You can view my stories at the "Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories" blog.) I have had a few short but productive bursts of drawing inspiration in the past few years, though, and none of that more recent artwork has yet seen the light of day.
Anyway, I've decided to use this blog as a repository and showcase for my artwork from 2006 to present. These pencil drawings are just sitting in a series of binders in my closet and not doing anyone any good, so I'll be scanning them and uploading them here in the months to come. Please feel free to leave any comments you like, good, bad, or indifferent. Like I've said, I'm mostly abandoned drawing to focus on my writing, but who knows, I may yet be inspired to create more new drawings in the future...
I hope you enjoy this collection!
You're likely tired of reading my comments, but I can't help myself. Like you, I grew up witnessing gorgeous, muscular men in jeopardy, bound in various positions shirtless, or sometimes wearing only a loincloth. These images were everywhere, from TV series like Tarzan (Ron Ely) to those old Italian muscle epics I would scan the TV listings hoping to find (Gordon Mitchell). As exciting and arousing as these images were, I could never understand why these superbly handsome men were never subject to sexual stimulation, as that, to me, was what the situation being portrayed demanded. I was too young to understand, but at least had my imagination to satisfy me, at least until I became an adult and could explore my own sexuality. But I was always attracted to images of men in jeopardy, men having their sexual potency tested, bearing witness to the agony and ecstasy of men "on edge". Once it was a rarity, and thus my delight when you shared your drawings years ago, because those images took my fantasies to places I would have never gone. Today we have a myriad of sites devoted to exploring the sexual and physical stimulation of the male, while he's bound and helpless to resist, and there are other authors and artists who produce superb work. But you, Jayse, will always have a special place in my heart, for sharing those images years ago, and now for continuing to share your stellar gifts with the world, both in the images you create and the prose you write so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you - for everything!
Sean
Man, we must have watched some of the same TV growing up! LOL!
DeleteI was born in the early 70's so consider myself a child of the 80's, and one of my favorite beat-off films was Beastmaster. Ooh, and the Tarzan movie with Bo Derek from the early 80's. But yeah, those old "Sword and Sandal" films, really bad Hercules movies, black and white Tarzan movies (Gordon Scott is a personal favorite - just so damn HANDSOME) were all inspirations for a fertile imagination.
And you again hit the nail on the head -- seeing a strong, handsome man in jeopardy and having his sexual potency and prowess put to the ultimate test seems to me such a testament to masculine power. It's my most erotic fantasy.
I'm honored that I was one of the first artists you encountered that was able to scratch that particular itch for you. I still think there's not nearly enough of this sort of artwork and literature out there, so I'm doing my small part to fill that void. :)
I found a collection of bodybuilding advice books left over on a shelf gathering dust when I was a young boy. After flipping through the pages, my heart was pounding, and I could barely control my feelings for muscle. It clearly made an impression on me, looking at their wonderful muscular bodies of both men and women from the golden age of bodybuilding.
ReplyDeleteAs I grew up, all I could fantasize about was Sthenolagnia and muscle worship. I believed bodybuilders should be encouraged for the sexual needs of the rest of society. I eventually turned those same fantasies into a reality by sending myself to the gym for hard workouts almost daily. A few of my partners in private noticed the change in my body, and gave me some of the private sessions I had daydreamed about. my cravings went to the next extreme and I discussed how I felt I really should be treated, such as being deliberatly grown for my strength, harvested, pumped up and put on display, and have my muscles felt by strangers.
I think I only found out about this blog when I was searching for stories themed with testicle expansion, and breeding for muscle.
I'd never even heard of "Sthenolagnia", so of course I had to look it up... and I discovered that, yes, I share that same yearning. :) I always have, back to my earliest memories. I've always been fascinated by muscle and feats of strength, which also pushed ME into the gym. I was reasonably big and beefy in my early 30s (250 pounds at 6'1" tall), but it was a LOT of work to maintain that weight, so I dropped down to the 230s after a couple of years.
DeleteI'm so glad that you found my blog, as I think a lot of my drawings and stories relate to the studification and breeding of prime males.
I believe the rest of society need to embrace stultification. No more sissies or creeps. From now on, virile males need to be uplifted to their absolute best.
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