Anonymous asked:
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. :(
Anonymous asked:
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. :(
The song that the cartoon fox had broken out into was coming to a close as he feverishly worked his hand up and down. His face was beat red and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, mingling with the nervous sweat that covered his exposed body.
He was really doing it!
Here he was sitting in a theater full of children and their parents, stroking his privates on the verge of climaxing like it was nothing taboo. He was painstakingly making sure that things went just as the list from his Master had instructed him.
The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. People would see, the police would be called. He was going to be caught. The thought terrified him almost as much as it excited him - intensifying every touch of his hand against his firm flesh.
There were still other tasks after this one. More indignities and indecencies. All they would cost were the last vestiges of his self respect. But for his Master he’d give up everything.
Teeth bore into his lower lip, trying to quiet the heavy breathing, the moan caught at the back of his throat, the orgasm itself. Adrenaline mingled with pleasure as he felt his self-control vanishing…
“Ooh … fuck yea …”
***
Very softcore, I know. What is wrong with me? <snickers> I’m allowed to do something different on occasion!
Again with the horrid backgrounds! Oh how I hate backgrounds! But the presence of people was integral to the scene so I spent a hell of a lot longer than I intended to and you still get cardboard cut-out people. Add to that the clothes and we find that I spent all weekend on this pic! Oye…
Now I remember why I prefer boys naked … among other reasons 
Anonymous asked:
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.
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.
Drip drip drip.
The constant resonance of the spillage from his bladder down the tube roughly shoved up his length resounded through the small concrete cellar. With no lubrication he had screamed and squirmed as the catheter was inserted but the dull throb of his privates was nothing to compare with the icy pain of chest.
Every movement tugged at bruised and violated muscle. When he would drift off he would shock himself awake screaming as he strained the hooks cutting deep into his flesh. The warm trickle of his life blood pattered on his thighs even still, the wounds refusing to knit.
How long had it been, he wondered. Hours? Days? He was weak, thirsty and exhausted. Had he been forgotten? Is that why he still lingered here? The man had been to calculating and prepared to have simply forgotten him.
And yet … the thought gnawed at his mind. Was this how it was going to end? That was what really terrified him - to die here, a meaningless, unnoticed death.
“Oh god! Come back! Don’t leave me here, please! I’ll do anything you want!” He cries carried far above the drip.
***
There are a couple pictures I’ve skipped along the way posting old stuff. Some of these I can’t in good conscience show off. They’re pretty awful.
PS, its a catheter in his penis, not a worm. >_>
Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all and had even stolen some of Saint Nick’s cookies.
The jolly old Master had finally had enough. The elf had to go and he knew just the house to send him to.
In the dead of night, as Monty slept, Santa and his most trusted elfslaves crept into the boy’s dorms. A smelly rag coated in chloroform smothered over the elf’s face by Santa himself left Monty limp as a rag.
Binding him tightly and throwing him in the trunk of the sleigh, Santa hitched up the elves and away they flew to a certain house. Chains were lashed about, decorations were added and a few boxes of Santa’s ‘special’ toys were laid out in neat packages beneath it all.
Dawn was coming and there were many other houses to visit. Chuckling to himself, Santa smiled wickedly. Mister X would be so surprised…
***
Kind of a weak story… but originally I wasn’t going to write anything at all.
This is not a celebratory picture. For the record, I loathe Christmas.
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.
Anonymous asked:
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.
Anonymous asked:
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.