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September 2013

With all due respect Mister X I've been a follower for ages now and can honestly say your art and ideas about exploiting people at the end of their rope shouldn't irk you. You Sir show an expert understanding of the line between the fantasy of taking control of people like that and the reality where one should not. You are a controlled and respectful Master Mister X and should not be irked by your fantasies. Apologies for being too shy to say so without the anon mask Sir.

I appreciate that.

Past experience has made me paranoid. People who don’t know when fantasy stops. The knowledge that these sorts of things actually happen in the world.

Survivor’s guilt without actually being a survivor. :p

Also, don’t be shy, lil’ anon. I’m not scary. ;)

Sep 17, 2013 6 notes
What about combining the Pawn Shop scenario with that old story of yours (where the boy gets a magic cock ring that severs his dick, but he can still feel everything that's done to it)? Too outlandish?

That was kind of the premise for where that story was going.

But in this pawn shop I was picture it as willing victims who are at the end of their rope. I’m noticing a theme in my topics… I don’t know if this sort of exploiting vulnerability should irk me…

Sep 16, 2013 5 notes
Scenario

A pawn shop where individuals can get money for lending their bodies for set periods of time. What is not disclosed is that the shop reserves the right to extend contracts.

Sep 15, 2013 16 notes
Sep 14, 2013 14 notes
#dog show #pet boy #puppy boy #misterxart #portrait
Your "A Desk Job" story is marvelous! I am in awe of your artistic ability, good sir, both in drawing and writing.

I appreciate the praise! It seems to be chugging along nicely, even if its a tiny piece a day.

Sep 12, 2013 1 note

Apparently I need to write down these random kink scenarios that come to mind more often. :p

Sep 12, 2013 4 notes
Scenario

Two boys are kidnapped or voluntarily brought into a full-time slave relationship. They don’t know each other, they haven’t seen each other. They live blind folded. Slowly they are made aware of each other - forced rimming, duo-bondage, etc. They are not allowed to communicate. They know that there is ‘someone else’.

Sep 12, 2013 90 notes
A Desk Job - Chapter 4, Part 4

This was not the first day that Fenton expected. It was worse than anything he could have imagined. He felt so low. Each of Exham’s words stung with their truth and the smug tone of his voice. 

He really had no choice.

Fenton lowered himself down onto all fours, his face burning with shame, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He knew Mr Exham was looking up from his desk now. The youth could feel the smirk on the man’s face, the knowledge of his power over Fenton. For a moment he fumbled with the laces on his shoes before flipping them awkwardly off, leaving them splayed on the ground.

Slowly Fenton inched his way over to the great black wood desk. It loomed massively over him, as did its occupant. Unsure of what to do now, Fenton just remained there, glancing up.

He wanted to cry. Just bury his face in his hands and sob. Fenton knew his face was red and his features contorted as he fought back the tears trickling down his cheeks.

“Good boy.” Mister Exham said. Fenton expected it to sound sarcastic but the man seemed sincere in his praise. Fenton couldn’t speak, only sniffle loudly as he battled the runny-nose that accompanied heavy crying.

Sep 12, 2013 12 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
A Desk Job - Chapter 4, Part 3

Fenton didn’t budge. His mouth hung gaping like a stunned fish.

“W…wha?” Was the best he could manage. That fucking piece of shit. Fenton’s thoughts blurred. Was this all a power trip? Why was he hammering this in. Fenton already felt like nothing for coming back to this job. How could he get any lower?

“You know what I said.”

“I…”

“You don’t have a job until you sign the papers. You don’t sign the papers until you are over here, beside my desk, on hands and knees like the little animal you are.”

Fenton squeaked. It was not dignified. He could not believe what he was hearing. He was agog. The teen could not form a cohesive sentence. He sputtered and stuttered.

“I … you …” He slouched. “You … you can’t treat people like this! I’m leaving. I’ll find another job.”

Exham didn’t look up from the paperwork he was sorting through (a habit that was really grating on Fenton’s already split nerves). “No you won’t. You’re going to stay right here.

"I know you, Fenton Brenton. I know your family’s situation. I know why you came back. I also know that you’re the one I want for this job.

"I’m paying you excessively for your self-respect, your dignity, and your consent. You won’t get a better offer for any of those. You’re untalented, unskilled, and unremarkable. You need this job.

"Now remove your shoes, get down on your hands and knees, and crawl over here, boy.”

Sep 11, 2013 18 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Is ther a possibility of seeing a depiction of 'Furniture Fenton' (when the time is right, of course)? Also: Puppy-Fenton & Leather-Fenton?

It is something I’d like to see. But as always with my art, no promises. :p My muses and moods are annoyingly fickle. I am willing to take suggestions for what ‘furniture fenton’ is.

Sep 11, 2013 1 note
Sep 10, 2013 370 notes
#misterxart
Sep 10, 2013 28 notes
#misterx wip
A Desk Job - Chapter 4, Part 2

Mister Exham’s office did not appear any different than it did during Fenton’s last visit.

The youth closed the great wooden doors of the office behind himself, trying not to make a sound. The room was empty save for a semi circle of chairs in front of a large, dark wood desk. Nobody sat behind it.

At the back was a large paneled window with long dark drapes framing it on either side. The view outside the glass was two stories above busy Brooks Avenue. 

The walls were lined with the kind of abstract painting that was usually associated with corporate offices. Inoffensive shapes and colors mounted on thick white card and framed very mutely.

Fenton peered quizzically at one, scrunching his nose so his glasses pressed back against his face. When he suddenly became aware of someone behind himself, Fenton’s scream left him blushing and feeling stupid.

Mister Exham stood in the corner of the room, regarding him with a raised eyebrow.

“Fenton.” He nodded. “I’m not surprised you came back.”

Fenton cast his eyes down and tried to think of a response. There wasn’t any that was meaningful so he went with the obligatory. “Its a good fit for me and I’m eager work.”

The long pause that followed made Fenton instantly self conscious again. Had he said something wrong?

“You came crawling back, didn’t you. You had no other option.”

Fenton’s ears burned red and he fidgeted with his hands, glancing up slightly at the man, uncertain of what he expected in response. The asshole was rubbing this in his face.

“I’m … grateful for the work and ready to get started.”

“Then crawl over here and sign the job offer.” Exham motioned to his desk and briskly walked over to it.

It only took a single step before Fenton stopped in his tracks. Exham, without looking up from his desk, wagged a finger and pointed at the ground. “I did say crawl.”

Sep 10, 2013 13 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story

Be it known: I got a cintiq 13HD. I absolutely hate it XD

I’m so used to drawing abstractly from a tablet to a monitor that this is completely alien to me.

Sep 9, 2013 1 note
A Desk Job - Chapter 4, Part 1

The smirk on the secretary’s face was impossible to miss. Fenton knew she knew and she knew Fenton knew she knew. The job. What Mister Exham had asked. That Fenton Brenton came crawling back for this horrible job because he had no other options.

It was the next day. Fenton had made a brisk commute across the city, not wanting to be late on his first day but very much not wanting to be there at all.

“Welcome back.” The woman behind the front desk said curtly, smiling with only her lips so her mouth curled in the corners. While she was no more than in her mid twenties, her glasses had the horned rims that spoke of the 50s. “Go on back. Mister Exham is waiting. I expect we’ll be seeing a lot of you.”

Where Fenton had hoped to see a little pity or at least obliviousness, he instead found further humiliation. If the secretary knew, then who in the office didn’t know?

Already shaking prior to arriving, Fenton found his palms sweaty and his arms quivering. He had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep his teeth from rattling.

He could only nod to the young woman before pushing open the door into the back offices.

Sep 4, 2013 8 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story

Looking at picking up either a http://www.wacom.com/us/en/creative/cintiq-13-hd or a http://www.yiynova.com/en/proddetails.php?proid=20&clsid=1?%3E as a tablet replacement. Anyone have experience with either?

Sep 4, 2013 1 note
I am reading "A Desk Job" and I can hardly breathe. Fantastic !!!

I’m glad to hear it.

The next chapter should finally get things going in the direction most folk expect from porn. This kind of turned into a novel rather than a kinky story.

Sep 3, 2013 3 notes

My drawing tablet died. It had a good run.

Sep 2, 2013 2 notes
A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 5

The line was dead but Fenton still held the phone to head. Finally he caught his breath and swallowed loudly as though doing so could push all of these emotions flailing about down and away.

His mother looked at him expectantly, obviously pleased with his performance. There was something sickly sadistic in that. If she had any idea what she had just forced him into would she still be smiling? Was a job still more important?

“I’m very proud of you, ” she said. “Its not easy to swallow your pride like that.”

Fenton could only stare down at his shoes. Mister Exham’s word echoed in his mind throughout the evening, filling him with dread and self-consciousness.

Sep 2, 2013 7 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story

August 2013

Random students poking their head in my office, asking for help. What is this world coming to.

I’ve been having such a nice, quiet summer.

Aug 15, 2013 5 notes
A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 4

Why was Mister Exham answering the company phone? How had he known it was Fenton? What the hell?!

Fenton could only gulp and mouth for air. He was petrified by that voice, the memory of what had occurred the day before, and what he was supposed to be saying.

Mom did not seem at all sympathetic and gave him that look that said ‘speak now or reap the consequences.’

“Um… uh. Mister … uh … Mister Exham…” He mumbled, secretly hoping the man would catch on to his disinterest and let him off the hook. Fenton felt like a tiny puppy, whimpering at its new owner.

But there was no response on the other end of the line. No pity response. Fenton could just imagine the man’s smirk, enjoying making the teen wallow and beg for this job that he didn’t want.

“About … uh. About the job? I was calling to see … if …”

Still no response. Fenton’s face was burning with embarrassment and frustration. He squeezed his free hand into a fist and forced himself to speak, no longer willing to give Exham the pleasure of hearing him squirm.

“Mister Exham. I was calling to accept the job you offered me yesterday.” The words came as a torrent with no pause or inflection. But he felt physically relieved at getting it out there. Mom seemed to lighten up as well.

“I knew you would. Come by the office tomorrow. We’ll discuss the particulars. Have you sign the paperwork. Get you started.”

Aug 12, 2013 8 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 3

Fingers sweaty and jittering, Fenton dialed in the number for Appearances by X. He could already feel the color in his face rising as his mother loomed over him.

All he could think was panic and fear. This wasn’t fair. If she knew what he was doing, what that weirdo wanted to do! But she was right, they needed the money. Maybe he could keep looking for work elsewhere. Land a job somewhere else in a few days.

This desperate thought gave him a little hope. But the youth still struggled to find his voice when the line was answered by a deep, familiar voice.

“Fenton? I’d hoped you’d call.” Mister Exham’s voice said lewdly, full of suggestion.

Aug 12, 2013 10 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Most of what I see is what you have on your Y! Gallery account, will you be having any new art debuting soon?

Feeling entitled?

I have been debuting new art. And I will continue to do so as I feel like it.

I’ve also had numerous requests that I post my old art work here.

Aug 11, 2013 4 notes
Aug 11, 2013 721 notes
#gay bondage #misterxart
Aug 10, 2013 382 notes
#misterxart
A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 2

The owner of the coffee shop eventually surface and shooed the boys out in the earlier afternoon. Fenton made his excuses and departed for home.

Mom was waiting for him when he arrived and the expression on her face said it all. She was not pleased. "You said they were looking for a girl.“

Fenton tried to play it off casually. "Who was?”

“You know damn well. The interview yesterday.”

“They were!”

“Then why did I just get off the phone with a very nice man from Appearances by X. He said he was very disappointed that you turned down his job offer. That kind of money is nothing to snub, Fenton!”

The youth could old gape wide mouthed. He called home? He spoke to Fenton’s mother? What the hell was going on? This was insane. Should he tell her what was really going on? The real reason he’d turned down the job?

“The job …” Fenton started, trying to phrase it with the least amount of blushing possible. “Was not going to be a good fit for me.”

“You can’t be picky at this point, Fenton. You need a job! We need a job! Mister Exham explained that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding but his offer was still open.”

“I’ll find something else, Mom…”

“Another job that pays eighty-thousand dollars? With your experience? That’s more than your father was making!”

Fenton stared at his shoes, his shoulders rounding with frustration and defeat. He knew where this was going. The youth gritted his teeth and waited for it.

“I want you to call him back right now. Accept the job.” She held out her hand and the phone in it. The look in her eyes said there was not going to be any discussion on the matter.

Fenton had to fight to hold back tears. Not fair.

Aug 9, 2013 12 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Aug 9, 2013 78 notes
#public humiliation #Piper #misterxart
A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 1

Fenton spent the day much like every other day that he didn’t have a job interview: in the coffee shop. He didn’t drink coffee, because he couldn’t afford to. But this is where his friends gathered.

They weren’t old enough for bars (which they couldn’t afford to visit anyway) and the penalties for street loitering were even more expensive. All of them were out of work.

Fenton secretly pictured them as the ABC Club in Les Miserable. Gathering together to talk about political woes, the imbalance of money in society, or social rights campaigns.

Reality was not as glamorous.

Conner and Kagan were sharing a lone cup of coffee. Kasib stared out the narrow glass windows at a police car slowly patrolling up the road.

“Michelle Garret or Britney Sylvester.” Connor asked, while he waited on Kagan.

Girls. Not just girls, actresses. Unreachable, shallow, and unimportant.

Fenton tried to hide his disinterest by looking ‘intently’ at the squad car.

Silence.

“Where were you yesterday, Fen? Figured you got nicked or something by the cops.”

“You know me. I’m always out there trying to stick it to the Man.”

It wasn’t uncommon for someone to suddenly disappear. 'Civil disobedience’ had a very loose interpretation these days. With so many out of work and tempers running hot, keeping the herd thinned seemed to be the priority of those in power.

“It don’t take much!” Kagan offered. “That nice guy next door to us got nabbed the other day. Lost his job. He’s standing in the street outside the building and just loses it. Yelling and shaking his fist. Didn’t come home that night.”

Silence again. There was no one else in the shop but them. The barista was leaning against the back wall, eyes glazed as she twitched through the video feed on her eye piece.

When the empty air got to be too much, Fenton pipped up. “I had a job interview.”

The guys all perked up at this. “Sweet! Something good? You’ve got the brains for it.”

“For a librarian.”

“Dude, fuck off.”

Fenton paused again and wished he hadn’t mentioned it. There was no graceful answer.

Aug 9, 2013 9 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 5

Of course, Mom wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Fenton wasn’t sure why he’d imagined she would today - that had not been the case in the months before. 'Helicopter parents’ didn’t begin to describe the adult supervision he was constantly under.

Somehow that surreal interview was his excuse. Didn’t that give him at least a day’s respite? Granted, Mom didn’t know about that. Nor would she! Good god - if she had any idea what happened the previous day there would be lawsuits and then everyone would get to hear the story of how Fenton interviewed to be the office whore.

He wiped the drool from his face and set his glasses back on his face. They immediately lilted to one side. He’d needed new ones for a long time. But Dad had also been out of work for a long time. His own job hunting was not going any better.

The youth’s eyes rested on his laptop - the screen startled to life by his mucking about in the bed. One of the strange image he’d perused the night before remained on the monitor: a boy bound with his knees to his chest, a bouquet of lilies protruding from his butt.

Fenton blushed, squirmed and huffed before he finally shut the laptop and fell awkwardly out of bed, a pile of blankets, clothes and other loose objects marring his way.

It already felt like today was going to be a bad day…

Aug 9, 2013 15 notes
#a desk job #story #misterx story
Continuing 'A Desk Job' story?

Seeing if there would be much interest in this. I’m kind of indifferent right now, but I do feel like writing something.

Aug 9, 2013 21 notes
#a desk job
Aug 8, 2013 109 notes
#public humiliation #piper #misterxart #redhead
Aug 7, 2013 239 notes
#gay bondage #misterxart
Aug 6, 2013 90 notes
#puppy play #pet play #misterxart #chastity
Aug 5, 2013 276 notes
#misterxart #puppy play #pet play
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Aug 4, 2013 63 notes
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July 2013

I just wanted to say that I've been a fan of your art for a while now and I wanted to say that I think it's a great that when you draw boys that they have a bit of an alternative edge to them, like dyed hair and piercings. You don't see that too often. And you do it very well.

Thanks! I think it stems from being an accessories junkie :p I like details and I like to make a face distinct. There are too many artists out there who seem to draw the same face over and over.

Granted, I do tend to draw the same kind of boy over and over… OH WELL. :p

Jul 29, 2013 6 notes
I was looking for the uncensored version of the amazing "Give him a hand", but I can't find it; it was deleted or something?

Its on here still. http://misterchristianx.tumblr.com/post/37079431083/walking-through-the-door-drew-many-club-goers

Jul 29, 2013 4 notes
Jul 28, 2013 147 notes
#human doll #misterxart
Jul 27, 2013 251 notes
#forniphilia #private gallery #misterxart
Jul 26, 2013 258 notes
#public humiliation #piper #misterxart #redhead
Jul 26, 2013 19 notes
#misterx wip

I have been playing Shadowrun Returns (which is a very good game). I do love cyberpunk stuff. In the game there is the implication that through using addictive computer chips, people open themselves up to being hacked and reprogrammed. Transformed into killers or whores. Don’t ask why this is hot to me. :p

That was followed by a ‘discussion’ with Weeg regarding sexbots. In my mind I envisioned the implausibility of it and instead corporations cheat and put human brains inside robot bodies to cut out the limitations of AI.

Just the things I ponder on at work.

Jul 26, 2013 8 notes
Jul 25, 2013 40 notes
#misterxart
Jul 24, 2013 532 notes
#forniphilia #private gallery #misterxart
Jul 22, 2013 299 notes
#misterxart #pony play

Seeing a lot “this image has been deleted for violating community guidlines” popping up in my feeds. :I

Jul 21, 2013 5 notes
There is nothing more obnoxious than someone so small, and so unhappy, that when he actually experiences happiness he feels compelled to try to 'run it in the faces' (not a phrase, by the way, Buckwheat, and it's a fairy TALE, not tail....) of others, and to try to make them feel deprived/sad/frustrated by comparison. For all we know, you just get off posting dreck like this and there is not a word of truth in it. Even should there be, your attempted smugness is pathetic. Don't try to respond.

Are you sure you’re even messaging the right person? I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about…

Jul 18, 2013 5 notes

slave000535806 replied to your photoset: He had a name once. Maybe. He probably had…

I wonder what is in the box marked 24601. Perhaps 24600’s identical twin brother kept in eternal chastity. Must look lost, identically, but for diametrically oposite reasons.

Some guy named Valjean. I dunno. ;)

Jul 15, 2013 3 notes

Somehow I ended up on the mailing list for a pet supplies store. This stuff shouldn’t be half as erotic as it is…

Jul 12, 2013 16 notes
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