Anonymous asked:
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*
Anonymous asked:
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*
Anonymous asked:
Crazy week has been crazy. I’ll get around to it eventually :p
Anonymous asked:
Hmph. No clue.
Ah well. I’m not going to post it again. :p May it rest in peace.
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.
Old Mister X art reposted
One of my first and best roleplays with a certain dutchboi, back when I roleplayed :p
Simon and his boy, Timmothy. Simon is the ghost of a 19th century slave owner, killed in a slave riot. He lingered for centuries until he found the only person who could see him, Timmothy. The boy also had also come into possession of his fetter so the ghost was obliged to follow the him.
Did I mention he’s taken on the role of Master for Timmothy? As a poltergeist he can do all kinds of things to the boy and loves to do them publicly…
This is yet another pic that would be fun to revisit. :p
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.
Fenton, from my ongoing story about his magical adventures in the land of human furniture. This time without clothing or accessories. The scandal. What will his mother say?
I can’t draw body hair to save my life. I’ve tried and tried again. It never looks right when combined with my coloring style =/ He was going to have a little treasure trail but I gave up in frustration.
Ah well, smooth twinks are cute ;)
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.