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October 2013

Porn Pet Peeve: Too Much Zoom

You know the videos. They zoom in way too close so all you get is a cock, or a boob, or a butt. And then they stay there.

I love full body shots. I like to see muscle groups, proportions, all that nerdy artsy stuff. I like to see a face while their body twitches and writhes.

A zoom shot with someone moaning over it is not quite the same. 

Oct 15, 2013 14 notes
#porn pet peeves
Oct 15, 2013 629 notes
#misterxart

evilantonio answered your question: Most devious chastity cages you’ve seen?

lots of spikes

On the inside or the out? ;)

Oct 10, 2013 4 notes
Most devious chastity cages you've seen?

Gathering up ideas. Real or fictional. I’m probably going to invent something devilish for one of the cages. I’ve got some poses sketched out. I’ll expand more after I get back from my holiday this weekend.

Oct 10, 2013 27 notes

I kinda want to draw a casual-ish pic of three half-dressed subs in a half-circle, comparing chastity cages. I’ll stick Piper and another regular in there. Maybe a new face or someone I’m forgetting.

“Damn, dude, does that even have a lock on it?!”

“No… It’s welded.”

“Well mine tucks everything between my legs. Looks like nothing is there at all most of the time.”

Oct 9, 2013 22 notes
Oct 8, 2013 276 notes
#gay bondage #bdsm #misterxart
Oct 7, 2013 55 notes
#gay bondage #bdsm #misterxart
Porn Pet Peeve: Gonzo Camera

“First person perspective” camera work for porn is really nasty. You always end up with just the view of someone’s back or awkward camera angles. 

Get a tripod or a friend to hold the camera.

Oct 7, 2013 5 notes
#porn pet peeves
Oct 6, 2013 410 notes
#bdsm #gay bondage #milking machine #misterxart
Oct 5, 2013 704 notes
#bdsm #gay bondage #misterxart
Oct 4, 2013 233 notes
#piper #misterxart #redhead
Oct 3, 2013 347 notes
#ashleigh #sissification #sissy #misterxart
Oct 3, 2013 556 notes
#chastity cage #chastity #milking #misterxart

I seem to constantly veer from post-apocalyptic fantasy to dreary cyberpunk for my personal story settings. And then my porn is just generic real world. XD

Too many ideas.

Oct 3, 2013 7 notes
Love Override

“You’re everything to me.” The boy crooned. He nipped at Staton’s neck needily, his eyes half-lidded with carnal lust. The youth’s club attire left little to the imagination - his form fitting leggings made his arousal apparent, which he pressed up against Staton, like a dog in heat.

Staton smirked and pressed a kiss against the boy’s lips. He could hear the heated moan even over the noises from the nearby club. The two were alone in an alleyway, the only light a distant lamp and the glow of the boy’s implants.

“I love you, Staton. You’re perfect.” The last words were muffled as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, his face nuzzled against Staton’s crotch.

He still didn’t know the club kid’s name. Didn’t matter. Staton owned him now.

Keep reading

Oct 2, 2013 23 notes
#story #mind control #cyberpunk
Oct 1, 2013 35 notes
#misterx wip
Porn Pet Peeve: Faking It

The fake moaning, the fake dirty talk, and the over the top climax noises.

Yes, porn is acting. It is a show and its unrealistic. But some of the hottest stuff I’ve seen is completely natural. People being themselves. Its pretty obvious when you’re putting on a show and when you’re lost in the moment.

Oct 1, 2013 14 notes
#porn pet peeves

September 2013

New pic in the making and its more than just a portrait. ;) Almost done. Your patience with my writing will be rewarded visually.

Sep 30, 2013 2 notes
Your Blood

“Why he got those chains?”

Kole slumped limply on the ground. The fire in his eyes persisted, but the fight was out of him. A sharp jab to the stomach left him vomiting on the leafy ground, the followup now showed in his swelling eye.

“He’s a slave, course.”

“Why he got all dem scars?”

“He’s a bad slave.”

The gang of mercenaries stood in a semi circle around Kole. Two of the others seemed disinterested, but the two that now stared at the youth made his flesh crawl.

Keep reading

Sep 30, 2013 21 notes
#story #slavery #fantasy

Damn, I forgot about that station 713 story. Eesh. Hot. >_> Why the hell didn’t I do more with it.

Thanks for bringing it up again, anons 1 and 2. :D

Sep 30, 2013
I think the anon is asking about your yapoo story, which is very hot btw. You posted it here on 2/25/12 (tumblr won't let me post the link)

Good catch, anon. You know my stuff better than me. http://misterchristianx.tumblr.com/post/18277031935/station-713

Sep 30, 2013 8 notes
I really miss some of those public dog training pics... *whimpers*

They should still be accessible here back in my archives. Nothing lost there. :3

Sep 29, 2013 3 notes
I could have sworn I once read a story of yours featuring a pup being taken for his scheduling milking. It was a really good story, and I was wondering if you would ever post it again, because a) I want to read it again, and b) I can't find it anywhere anymore. I would be most grateful if you did.

That sounds vaguely familiar, but I don’t recall when I wrote it or where I posted it. A lot of my quickie-one-off stories are only posted in one place - I don’t keep my own copies. Probably a bad thing, but meh :p

Sep 29, 2013

Damn. I’m approaching 2k followers. That’s pretty awesome.

Guess that means I need to produce something new to celebrate…

Sep 29, 2013 8 notes
Any fairy experts/fanatics in the house?
Sep 27, 2013 10 notes
Scenario: Stolen Magic

Magic exists but only the fae (pixies, faeries, little flighty folk). Humans discover that with a hard will the magic can be stolen from the fae and used for unlimited potential. 

Unfortunately for the fae, this means they are hunted, collected, abused, and misused by those that are in the know.

I see it as an excuse to draw little people in all sorts of magically fueled machines or even used by “wizards” to cast spells.

Need a candles? Keep a pixie in a jar, give him a good shake.

Sep 27, 2013 20 notes
Big Dogs?

I am getting the initial sketches put together for Meg and Kinsley, the feral boy pups.

I do need reference for a couple big dog breeds in the stages of lounging, butt sniffing, and possibly other unspeakable activities. Probably mastiffs unless someone has a better idea for big guard dog breeds.

Anyone know any sources?

Sep 24, 2013 7 notes
Porn Pet Peeve: Casting Couch

Sites that think that porn is some guy sitting on a ratty sofa, wanking off.

Because I’ve never seen masturbation before.

Get up, do something interesting and risque!

Sep 22, 2013 32 notes
#porn pet peeves
Sep 22, 2013 57 notes
#dogs' life #misterxart #portrait

Feeling like I’ve been holding my breath with my fingers crossed for the last four months. Good intentions and hopes are not the same as coming up for air.

Sep 22, 2013 4 notes

I don’t think I enjoy writing a characters first bdsm experience. Nor the first training. I feel this material has been written over in every porn.

A desk job is stalled for that reason. Dogs’ Life has training all done, ready to hang.

Sep 22, 2013 2 notes

(That was just an exploratory write up that I accidentally posted XD It was supposed to be saved. Seems folks enjoyed it. I’ve got a plot idea for this one - unlike A Desk Job, where I’m making it up as a go.)

Sep 19, 2013 1 note

Wyot crouched agog at the side of the Olde Black Road. The baying of hounds sent the man scurrying for cover, pulling his cart with him into the dense foliage that hung over the black earth.

His three days journey on the old road had been uneventful, free from bandits and other travelers alike. On several evenings smoke columns rose from distant, differing points along the horizon. Villages and hamlets that he intentionally avoided thus far. They were untrusting and wary of strangers. Wyot was no merchant which made him even more suspicious in their eyes.

Now the man watched as a deer burst from the woods, two great hunting dogs worrying at the beast’s side, with another three hounds close in pursuit. The pack felled the creature swiftly, massive jaws holding firm.

Roving dogs were a common enough menace. But then late comers arrived to the scene. Wyot supposed them to be the hounds’ handlers - a hunting party. The men quickly set about pulling the massive dogs away, holding them tightly by heavy collars. The final attendent cleared the forest, some kind of warlord or noble.

Wyot was only confused more by the man’s appearance. On a length of heavy chain held in his hands were two youths, lopping on all fours and completely unclothed. They nosed about the deer awkwardly, casting sideways glances at the bearer of the leash.

A big bull of a dog growled loudly at the pair, sending them both scampering back to the man’s feet, visibly quaking.

Feral children, he wondered. Raised by hounds? Stranger and stranger still.

Sep 19, 2013 10 notes

Might write something more on that last scenario

Sep 18, 2013 6 notes
Idea: The Baron's Kennels

The lord of the manner keeps a pair of his bastard offspring as feral pets along with his kennel of large guard dogs. Though many notice, especially when he takes them for walks on the grounds or throws them scraps in the midst of great dinners, nobody dares acknowledge that it is anything but normal.

Sep 18, 2013 20 notes
#misterx idea
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
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