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April 2013

Love your art work! anymore [forced] diaper play coming up?

Thanks!

Doubtful. I’ve lost my drawing mojo for now and diapers are not high on the list.

Apr 30, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 51 notes
#warhammer fantasy #misterxart
Just wanted to say, I've been a loyal follower for years, LOVE the artwork, and if you ever wanted a new, loyal dogslave, I'd step RIGHT up to the plate :-)

Well I am flattered. 

Apr 27, 2013 5 notes
Apr 26, 2013 65 notes
#tentacles #misterxart
when are you going to post chapter 5 of A Desk Job, i wanna find out what happens to fenton.

Good question! I haven’t been overly creatively lately. Hence the lack of new art. I ought to write a bit but I just have not had the spirit move me.

Just when it was getting good, too. I know. :(

Apr 19, 2013 1 note
Apr 19, 2013 90 notes
#out in public #public humiliation #misterxart
Apr 18, 2013 55 notes
#tentacles #misterxart
What's the story behind that old commision? It looks unfathomably random out of context.

It was pretty random in the first place. :p

Something about a priest paddling some native boys. *shrugs* Not my thing, but I needed the cash for a new tablet.

Most of my commissions never get posted and do not come with a story.

Apr 17, 2013 1 note

There’s a beating inside of me.

Open up, we can take it slowly.

Let’s dissolve our humanity.

You found the beat of my heart: my heart beat.

Apr 16, 2013 3 notes
Apr 16, 2013 113 notes
#gay bondage #guro #misterxart
Apr 15, 2013 121 notes
#gay bondage #objectification #misterxart #christmas
DnD Update

For the who of you that care :p

The paladin got massacred this weekend - overkilled by a wyrmlord. No one was really sad about that… This also means I finally get to prep my animate the dead spells.

Fuck lawful good in the ear.

Apr 8, 2013 8 notes
How is that current D&D campaign going? Weren't you on The Red Hand of Doom? Did you guys manage to power through it or did the campaign kick your butts?

We’ve been working our way through it slowly. Real life has causes a couple pauses. Last time we had a pretty awesome assault on a keep in a swamp.

Pretty easily done when all I had to do was cast silence, sneak in, and make all the guards fight each other. Everyone else rolled in and mopped up what was left.

I’m having a blast with this character. But I always love the mind control characters. Blood mages in Dragon Age, possession in Bioshock Infinite, brainers in Apocalypse World. On and on. No one is surprised. ;)

Taking people’s free will away by force seems to be one of my hobbies.

Apr 4, 2013
not really a question, but knowing you are a d&d guy I would love to see you draw a drow boy in a stage of undress and distress =p

I’ve never really been a big on drow. The femdom side of the race is kinda cool but I never really got into them. I think the gamer-cultural obsession with Drizzt really turned me off of them XD

I’ve been more of an illithid fan ;) Psychic master-race with squid heads? Yes please.

Apr 4, 2013 4 notes

Games I’m playing now: 

  • Kentucky Route Zero
  • Proteus
  • The Bridge
  • XCOM

Games I was playing last year:

  • The Old Republic
  • Mass Effect 3
  • Rage
  • Other shoot-them-in-the-face-games

I think I’m happier with the current state of games. :3

Apr 3, 2013 4 notes
I like your old fucked up shit.

You monster! ;)

I like some of it, but its hit or mess depending on the art. Some of it is really bad art >_>

Apr 2, 2013 6 notes

It won’t give up. 

It wants me dead. 

Goddamn this noise 

Inside my head.

Apr 2, 2013 6 notes
Apr 1, 2013 53 notes
#guro #gay bondage #contortion #misterxart

March 2013

Mar 31, 2013 69 notes
#tentacles #guro #misterxart
Mar 30, 2013 42 notes
#tentacles #misterxart #redhead
Mar 29, 2013 85 notes
#guro #misterxart
Mar 28, 2013 42 notes
#tentacles #misterxart
i dont really understand that latest pic you posted. its a cool drawing but is it hot about objectification? are the humans also sex slaves to the aliens? or is it not fetish at all and simply just some crazy au post apocalypse scenario? big fan of you more recent work btw.

Just treated as animals. I liked the idea and that was all that mattered :p

Mar 25, 2013 1 note
Mar 22, 2013 386 notes
#misterxart
Oh, I'm bummed your Blogspot is gone! Largest Member of the Harem was always one of my favorite picture/story combos, and now I don't know where else to find it.

Sorry, boss.

Its up on y!gallery/furaffinity still, I believe. I’m slowly posting my older work here on tumblr. Not really in a rush. *shrugs*

Mar 22, 2013 2 notes
Any puppy pictures coming up? Those are my favotrites!

Crazy week has been crazy. I’ll get around to it eventually :p

Mar 22, 2013 4 notes
What happened to your blogspot-thingy :O

Hmph. No clue.

Ah well. I’m not going to post it again. :p May it rest in peace.

Mar 21, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 214 notes
#gay bondage #human furniture #misterxart

wogglepony replied to your photo: Old Mister X art reposted One of my first and best…

Nice piece, don’t suppose you have a version that includes the text, as the explanation enhances the pic (and more of poor Timmothy would be wonderful too).

Alas, no. The text was profoundly long from a rp that went on for months. It was written years ago and the forum has since died.

Mar 15, 2013 2 notes
Mar 15, 2013 117 notes
#public humiliation #misterxart
A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 4

Fenton was gobsmacked.

People found this erotic? It was strange and almost comical. Fenton was unable to laugh. The closeness of the previous day’s interview and the awkwardness that followed were still to fresh in his mind.

All the same, Fenton’s erection had not faded, much to his shame. The youth tried to tease himself off to the images he viewed. Pictures of people as human sushi trays, videos of strange rubber suits that immobilized the body. But he couldn’t overcome the rush of embarrassment.

This was not happening, he thought as he gazed down his abdomen at the twitching member between his legs. 

The youth closed his laptop and flopped into bed, exhausted from a strange day. Things could only get better tomorrow, he thought.

***

No alarm clock the next morning. There hadn’t been a need for alarms since the last day of high school in the spring. Consequently, Fenton always overslept, often in a puddle of drool, wrapped around a pillow.

Mar 13, 2013 11 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Mar 13, 2013 141 notes
#a desk job #misterxart #redhead
A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 3

Some hours later Fenton found himself face down on his keyboard, startled awake by the error beeping noise that comes from pressing too many keys on a computer for too long. His face was imprinted with the keboard’s pattern and his back was sore from the awkward posture. Apparently he’d never gotten around to cleaning up his cum from getting off earlier, and his thighs and tummy were caked in dried seed.

Gross, he thought to himself and picked at it absently.

The video had been a smaller twink getting hammered into a bed by a larger and much more fit man. The boy whimpered and squealed and pawed at the bedding and the man’s chest. Fenton wasn’t really sure how much had been acting and how much was the fact that the boy really was getting fucked out of his little brain.

All the while Fenton slowly stroked himself under the desk. Lately the youth had taken to humping his chair as well, the pressure of the seat against him as served to arouse him more. By the end Fenton always ended up feeling like a whore or a perv. ‘Look at how little it took to get him panting like a slut.’

As the video reached its climax, the boy wailing and biting down on a mouthful of bedding while the bigger man pumped in and out of him like a fleshlight, Fenton sucked in a long draw of breath. His own climaxes always left him with a sheen of sweat, quick panting breaths, and his limbs all aquiver.

Fenton whimpered a deep, needy moan before relieving himself. All the stress of the day before seem to liquefy as he got off. It was an intensely good feeling and Fenton slumped back in his chair, his arms limp by his sides as his cock slowly went soft once more.

But that had been hours ago. Startled awake as he was, it took a moment for Fenton to register the hardon twitching between his legs once more. The libido of a teenager, he thought. I’m lucky I don’t get friction burns.

His text bar blinked for a moment onscreen while he pondered what to get off to. But then curiosity and drowsiness overrode his better judgement and Fenton typed the words “human furniture” into the search box.

Mar 13, 2013 14 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Mar 12, 2013 96 notes
#milking #misterxart
Mar 10, 2013 128 notes
#gay bondage #bunny boy #misterxart
Mar 8, 2013 25 notes
#ashleigh #misterxart #portrait

Watching the old stop-motion Wind in the Willows movie from the 80s tonight while drawing. Interesting to watch now “as an adult.” I still really like the film.

It had a significant impact on me in a lot of ways. Love of nature and wetlands, quiet lifestyle, and my excessive shouting of “poop poop”. Also kind of cute to think about what a darling and dapper couple Mole and Ratty make.

Yea. This is what I do with my evenings. XD JUDGE ME.

Mar 7, 2013 6 notes
Mar 7, 2013 29 notes

Cleaning out the porn harddrive. You know you have a problem when you delete a couple hundred gig and still have … more. XD

Mar 6, 2013 5 notes
Mar 5, 2013 666 notes
#urinal #gay bondage #misterxart #redhead
All Dem Ol' Pics

Happy Tuesday, tumblrs.

I’ve been pondering uploading the remained of my work to tumblr. You know, the stuff that is posted on y!gallery and other sites. The bulk of my collection that I’ve created over the years.

I’d copy-paste my stories in with them.

Thoughts? Should I only post my new work as I produce it here? Or stagger it with old, classic Mister X rubbish?

Mar 5, 2013 20 notes
You're very pretty. 's not what you prolly hear, but you have a very nice face all the same. /end creepy anon

You are crazy, creepy anon. 

At best I’m dashing. ;) But today I failed to dress that part. I hate that shirt.

Mar 4, 2013 2 notes
Mar 3, 2013 289 notes
#private gallery #forniphilia #shibari #gay bondage #rope bondage #misterxart

February 2013

Feb 27, 2013 12 notes
#cyberpunk #misterxart

Erf. In a heavy cyberpunk mood now. Watching tons of films and sketching up Keif. May change his name to something more cyber…ish. :p

Feb 25, 2013 3 notes
The New Tenant

The penthouse windows peered out over the smog of the city. It sat nestled above the clouds like Olympus, distant and detached from the filth and squalor of the streets below. Even if the yellow-orange miasma had not blotted out the blighted metropolis blow, the suite sat so high above it all that it was only visible as little spots of twinkling light in the shadow of the great towers.

Keif’s chin rested on his sharp knees, thighs pressed against his chest as he leaned against the reflective glass of the apartment’s great windows, his breath against the surface fogging over the cityscape beneath him. It was quite a view and the youth felt a twinge of vertigo. His skin prickled as he felt the rush of air from the suite’s vents, the air purifiers filling the room with the sweet scent of perfume and incense.

The flat was exquisitely furnished with antique furniture made of real wood. It felt so strange and foreign beneath Keif’s fingers. Something about knowing it was not synthetic altered the boy’s perception of it, made him feel a strange awe to sit upon something so foreign.

Keep reading

Feb 23, 2013 37 notes
#forniphilia #story #cyberpunk #misterx story

There has been an outcry for details of my weekend. I am not one to kiss and tell, especially with regard to this individual and how i feel. My life is not pornography. :p

Suffice to say, there was a posh dinner, opera, and I’m a little twitterpated.

Feb 21, 2013 5 notes
A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 2

There was no real way to explain things to Mom. It made him blush to think about it, let alone say it. The tall, suited man eyeing him like a piece of meat. The abrupt way in which he told Fenton to undress, to bare all to a perfect stranger.

Fenton didn’t even get down to more than his boxers and an undershirt for gym at school. His mom hadn’t seen him naked since the days in which he tied a blanket around his neck and marched around the neighborhood as the 5-year-old king of everything. It wasn’t that he was unpleasant to look at. It just made him turn red from his ears to his shoulders with shame.

So Fenton quietly climbed the stairs after making some half-assed story about the office really being interested in a girl for the position. That got Mom fuming a lot more than he wanted. The interview would come up again, he knew it.

In his room he shed all of his interview attire, trying to take off the dirty feeling with it. The fact that he was now naked was not lost on him. But he felt a little better and the youth settled down in front of his computer to while away the evening, trying to void his mind the best way he knew how.

Porn.

Feb 21, 2013 12 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 1

His legs were still quaking when he closed the door to his house a bus-ride later. Fenton leaned against his, breathing heavily. Sweat had soaked through his shirt and vest, his lower lips quivered nervously.

“Fent? Is that you?” Mom called from somewhere deeper in the house. “How did the interview go? Dad wanted me to call as soon as you got back.”

Was this serious? What the hell went on in that office? Did he mistakenly apply for a meetup or something equally unseemly? Artists were weird, he knew that much, but Fenton expected some propriety.

He had is dignity after all. There would be other jobs. He could do better.

Fenton tried to convince himself of those words, pressed against the door. He tried to ignore the fact that this was the first interview he’d received in almost four months of searching since graduation. Desperation was not a word he wanted to contemplate.

“I… I don’t think I was a good fit for the job.” He shouted back to Mom finally. Sluggishly he worked at the knot of his bow tie and started to undo his shirt, pulling the fabric from his sweat slicked skin.

There would be other jobs, he said to his bare stomach.

Feb 21, 2013 12 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story

I just completed an amazing week of kink, romance, and dorkiness. And now I’m going to run it in your collective faces. Sorry, internet folk, you took second place to something very magical. Like a fairy tail or something equally impossible. My days of posting and writing kink are numbered…

I can’t believe how happy these last few days has left me.

/mush

Feb 21, 2013 13 notes
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