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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Anonymous asked:

Sorry about that, I was referring to the one you posted on June 2nd of this year. The one with the boy completely rubber except for his mouth and package.

Gotcha! :D

That’s an older pic. I seldom draw full body gear. Not so much because I don’t like the gear, but more because I love drawing bare skin more. I love muscle groups, body fat, navels, nipples and everything else.

Judge me! :p

Anonymous asked:

I love all of your pup pieces, but that art with the boy restrained on the table was great. Have you done any other ones in that fashion; gimp gear and whatnot? And if not, any particular reason or just cuz you haven't done it?

I’m not sure which pic you are referring to. :/

Anonymous asked:

sorry to bug you again. You seem like you're posting bunch again. So i'm hoping you will work on the fenton story soon. Please?

I’d really like to but right now all I’m doing is reporting my old art per fan request. I haven’t done anything new in a while. My pc kinda died.

So I decided it was high time I revisited August now that I’ve got the style thing under my belt. No real story this time - I just wanted an excuse to draw a cute ass, tentacles and toy with hair styles some more.
I’m really happy on all counts with...

So I decided it was high time I revisited August now that I’ve got the style thing under my belt. No real story this time - I just wanted an excuse to draw a cute ass, tentacles and toy with hair styles some more. 

I’m really happy on all counts with this piece. I may have gone a little overboard on the shading but I was enjoying myself so its excusable, I think. :p

I still have no idea what it is that is living inside of August, how it got there, what it wants and why it seems to like to undress him in public places. Some day I’ll figure that out…

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Home had turned out to be a elegantly furnished apartment on the upper floor of the tall building. Paintings on the walls, leather furniture and fine wood trim completed the image of a formally run manor on a much smaller scale.
Timidly placing one...

Home had turned out to be a elegantly furnished apartment on the upper floor of the tall building. Paintings on the walls, leather furniture and fine wood trim completed the image of a formally run manor on a much smaller scale.

Timidly placing one paw in front of the other Ryan entered , his owner closing the door quickly behind him and walking briskly across the front room to one of the side doorways.

Exhausted and still burning brightly with embarrassment the pup padded to the center of the room, eying the large couch as the perfect place to lay down and rest. It had been quite a disconcerting day and he needed time to sort things out in his mind.

Ryan was already in the process of dragging his body up when he heard the man’s rebuking voice from the other room. “Stay off the furniture, pooch. A dog stays on the floor unless he’s told to do otherwise.”

Blushing furiously at being referred to as a dog, the boy lowered himself back onto the floor and slumped down onto his side. Did this man really think of him as nothing more than a dog? What did he intend to do to him? Did he even want to know?

Shortly thereafter his owner returned holding something in his hands. It looked like an animal tail attached to … a butt plug. The plug itself was abhorrently large. It did not take Ryan but a moment to realize where that was supposed to go.

Hoping to his legs the boy backed away, his head low to the ground, fear wide in his eyes.

“A dog needs a proper tail. Since you don’t have one of your own I’ve got just the thing to help you out, pup.” The man said as he advanced.

Ryan shook his head from side to side and continued to back away until he found his back was to the wall.

“Turn around, ass in the air, and lets get this over with. Do it or we’ll being returning to the store to see about having you gelded.”

Flinching at the threat the boy realized there was little he could do but comply. Defeatedly he did as he was told, planting his face against the wall and lifted his hindquarters.

Instantly he could feel the wet sensation of lube against his exposed anus. His hair stood on end as goose pimples rose on his skin. Then something cold and hard pressed against him gently at first but with mounting pressure.

Gritting his teeth only went so far against the surging pain of his sphincter being forced open to an incredible diameter and Ryan finally forswore his bravery and screamed like a small child, thrashing his legs about and trying to pull away. The man caught him by the hair and pulled back, forcibly impaling him more and more on the large plug.

Ryan wept openly as the last of the tail plug was pushed into him. With a tossel of his hair his owner released him, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Panting for breath he was overwhelmed by the sensation of the alien device swallowed up in his bowels. Somewhere deep inside he felt an odd reaction.

His own body shocked him and, as Ryan stared behind him through tear filled eyes he saw his own cock stiff as a board and dripping precum at an incredible rate onto the floor between his legs. A weak whimper escaped his lips as his colon tried to adjust to the monstrous intruder lurking in his rear.

“Good boy.” Came his owner’s welcome praise and another tossel of his hair followed. “You’re leaking, pup.” He pointed at the puddle of precum forming. “Get your tongue out and clean that up. I want no stains on my carpet. As long as you’re leaking you’ll be licking it up.”

Moving at all made Ryan decidedly aware of his tail plug and caused it to rub repeatedly against his prostate. Even as he attempted to clean up the mess the boy sighed and he realized that as long as the plug remained in he would be licking carpet…

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I dunno. The thought of a boy with different naughty bits has been in the back of my mind for a while as kind of a secret fetish. I finally put it to paper. I also drew a penis version but it felt cheap since it defeated the whole purpose of the...

I dunno. The thought of a boy with different naughty bits has been in the back of my mind for a while as kind of a secret fetish. I finally put it to paper. I also drew a penis version but it felt cheap since it defeated the whole purpose of the picture.

The plague doctor tentacle monster strangely came into being out of nowhere. Just a bunch of ideas that coalesced at the right time.

I really like the style for this pic. This is what I’ve been trying to do for a while now. Looks less shota-esque to me at least. :p

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My sleeping meds not only make me black out, they make me continue functioning ‘normally’. The IMs I’ve written while under the influence are pretty hilarious. Letters come out and sometimes words but “And I want to be hunting god the firm Toqtqooybgodbgii” is not very graceful.

The restraints had been removed after the surgery. The crawl that they had enforced was now a permanent fixture in his life, the tendons in his ankles irreparably damaged to ensure his place at his owner’s feet.
Ryan had whimpered pitiably when he...

The restraints had been removed after the surgery. The crawl that they had enforced was now a permanent fixture in his life, the tendons in his ankles irreparably damaged to ensure his place at his owner’s feet.

Ryan had whimpered pitiably when he discovered what his new owner had done. But there was little time to mourn his lost mobility. The man was determined to take his new purchase home from the shop with him. After a brief accessory change the man in the black suit and his pup set off on the streets of the town.

Face flushed red with shame at being paraded around like some animal, Ryan kept his head low and his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He was not sure which was worse, the ache of his balls in the vice or the burning in his cheeks every time he heard a passer-by chuckle or a child run up and ruffle his hair, fawning over him as though he were a dog.

The ordeal was made all the worse when he owner paused in the park outside a very tall apartment complex. He had lead Ryan up to the side of a tree and stopped expectantly.

Not daring to look up, Ryan stayed crouched on all fours, waiting to see what would follow.

The man frowned and tapped his foot. “I can wait all day if I have to, pup. I won’t have you going on the carpet in the house later. Piss now or you’re holding it until morning.”

Now? Here? He thought frantically. In front of all these people? Ryan lowered himself to the ground, his body trembling with embarrassment. This was a joke, right? He didn’t honestly expect -

A sharp tweak on his ear shocked Ryan back to his situation. The man’s face was inches from his own, his expression irritated and unforgiving. “Lift your fucking leg, boy, and start with the waterworks or I’m going to take you back to the shop and see about removing fingers next.”

The thought of losing what little of his humanity he had left was more than enough to make Ryan piss himself. He gave a startled jump and hefted his leg as ordered as the urine started flowing.

The laughter of the people nearby only made the scene worse. Was he just an animal? Everyone seemed to see him as that. Then why was it all so humiliating?

“That’s a good boy.” Came a rare bit of praise. The man ruffled his hand through Ryan’s hair and patted him on the back. “Lets go inside and show you around your new home.”

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A long tendril of saliva ran down the side of his face, his mouth gaping open in a mixture of a pleasured ‘o’ and an agonized cry. He could feel his balls, drained as they were, clench up against his body in an effort to squeeze out the last of their...

A long tendril of saliva ran down the side of his face, his mouth gaping open in a mixture of a pleasured ‘o’ and an agonized cry. He could feel his balls, drained as they were, clench up against his body in an effort to squeeze out the last of their contents only to fail and send his body shuddering into yet another dry climax. He panted frantically as a fresh coat of sweat formed over his arched body.

That made four in a row thus far, on top of the dozen or so true ejaculations that now clung to the leather sleep sack like a sticky paste. Inside his bonds he was wet and exhausted. His private parts were painfully sensitive so that each mechanical thrust of the milking device had him biting his lower lip to choke back the sobs bubbling in his throat.

So many climaxes and yet his body, though tired and over-indulged, gave no sign of losing its arousal. Maybe it had been something in his food dish that morning, some kind of aphrodisiac or pill. He might have actually cared were he able to form a single cohesive thought beyond his body’s on animalistic impulses.

His owner had made no mention of a time limit. In fact, he was so lost within himself that he was not even sure the man was still in the same room with him anymore. And, even as he began to arch is back again to the roaring approach of another orgasm, the machine stopped, leaving the boy whimpering and horny as ever.

“Please, more, sir! More!”

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Anonymous asked:

One of my fav pics was the caddy one (enjoy seeing the socks) was wondering if you had/would you repost it here. It didnt show up in the search

It will show up soon. I’ve been without a working pc for the last two weeks, but I’ve got one now and I’m continuing to repost my old work. Expect more this week.