Anonymous asked:
Um. I suppose I could. If it was a good pic and it wasn’t creepy, stalkerish, or of a famous person. I don’t do celebrities.
But I don’t do many commissions … (ie, any). No time for it.
Anonymous asked:
Um. I suppose I could. If it was a good pic and it wasn’t creepy, stalkerish, or of a famous person. I don’t do celebrities.
But I don’t do many commissions … (ie, any). No time for it.
Complaint of the day: I don’t like anal because I tend to rip people in half with my massive girth. That’s guilt I just don’t need.
Anonymous asked:
Without intending to sound too crass or generalizing, I lump the two in the same group. Boys are boys, however they ended up there. There is definitely an attraction there for me.
I know for many, they don’t want to be labelled as anything other than male. I can respect that :) But it doesn’t make what is in their trousers any less appealing to me.
If that makes sense.
Anonymous asked:
Alas no. Once a picture ends up in the graveyard it is done. I have lost interest and never want to see it again. :p
I don’t have a picture of a pup in a farmhouse, but I was referring more to working on a similarly themed picture. Its not done. But its a work in progress right now.
No, I will not share details on people I am interested in. Its not fair to them.
Most of my ideas are just from my head. I’m a perpetual perv. I’ll see a normal day to day scene and immediately spin a pervy idea from it. Not a very grand talent. But that’s me. :p
“Didjoo go boom boom in your diapy, missy?”
Andre shook his head adamantly, blushing furiously as he felt his erection stiffen in the confines of the large rubber diaper. It had locks on it. Everything he wore had locks on it - a constant reminder that he could not escape from this “liddul heck” he’d been forced into.
He sat on the floor in the midst of a circle of three other grown ups. They were all talking grown up talk among themselves, pretending as though he were not there. A full sized human in the most humiliating purple baby gear ever seen.
It was not until Daddy leaned down to ask his invasive questions about Andre’s bodily functions that everyone took notice of him once more. Then came the onslaught of comments and questions, all degrading and all talking down to him.
“Whosa big boy?”
“Sure is big for his age. Are you still keeping him on formula and baby foods?”
“Dawwww, lookit how he sticks his widdul chin down and pouts.”
He wasn’t pouting. Well. Maybe he was. The helplessness and frustration got to him easily lately. And the gear only reinforced his role and position. Already he felt the tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
“What a big baby.”
***
Cheers. New arts. Hooray. :p This should have been done Saturday but I’ve been so drained of desire that it took me this long to finally sit down at my own computer and work on it.
The coloring is not my best, but oh well. Its done now :D
Its been a weird two weeks. I had a lot of conversations around the topics of infantilism and diapers. Then I had a rush of followers who were somehow attached to the topic. And then this picture happened. A strange perfect storm.
Not for everyone, but kink seldom is.
I definitely intend to color this. In fact, I’m very much looking forward to it and how can u do a superhero drawing without all their loud colors anyways? But for now I just wanted to post the Inked version.
This one goes out to Mr. X who requested I try a drawing with two protagonists and this is what I came up with. Hope you like. As always, feedback and notes are appreciated.
The story is as followed:
It’s not a good week to be a Superhero kid. It would appear, the bad-guys have gotten better at being bad. Specifically, they set out to avail themselves to two costumed menaces and they succeeded.
First up, the discovered this thing called Red Kryptonite. It actually takes all the super powers away from the really strong one. Once they’re were gone, he was easy to capture. His friend, with all his utility belts and throwing things and clever gadgets, he was harder to get. But even he didn’t count on his friend losing his super-ness.
Once flying one was separated from his powers and the other acrobatic one was separated from his toys, they became two normal teenaged boys. Two very HOT teenaged boys.
And once some really pissed off henchmen separated these two from much of their costumes, some serious payback started. But really, did this have to attach nipple clamps to each and then to each other? Or even worse, did they have to use that evil twine on both their captive adolescent cocks? Both sex organs were already at the command of Professor Evil’s nasty pills, standing obscenely to attention in the most hardened and stretched of erections. The touch of binding both cocks together really wasn’t necessary, now was it? Furthermore, the whips across both their magnificent asses too? Why, as each leather would land upon both boy’s equally fine posterior they would no doubt struggle and flex in the most alluring fashions, unfortunately giving and adventure in pain for the other captive young man.
Both boys are surely going to get a sound impaling. And maybe it would be fun to make the two kiss or it’ll mean even more whips or perhaps the paddle or even metal twine and some electro shock inspiration.
Indeed it is high-time for the bad-guys.
I do so enjoy receiving presents >3
Awesome drawing from an awesome artist. Fellows is possibly the only porny artist I follow. He’s that good :D
Expect to see my colored version of this soon.
puppybeast94 asked:
Haha. Actually two of my cats were black cats and all of my cats started as kittens. Not sure how else it works. ;)
One of these cats was by far the most evil, hateful creature I’ve ever encountered. :p I named her Madam Mim. She only allowed you to pick her up when she wanted you to (she only gave me this privilege she refuse to be touched by others), she tired of your company quickly, she let you know when she wanted a fresh bowl of catfood (she didn’t like it stale), and when it was time for you to get up she would let you know by repeatedly batting your face.
Anonymous asked:
Oddly enough. I have a picture similar to this in the works >3 Patience, pup.
Anonymous asked:
Chrome has crashed three times while I tried to respond to this message >_> You get the abridged version now.
I’m not big on kitten play. Cats cannot be trained like a dog can - cats are always self-sufficient. Felines are demanding, pushy and maniacal. You don’t own a cat, a cat allows you to live with it while plotting your demise.
I’ve owned several cats and they’ve all been supervillains in the making. I only survived by repeatedly distracting them with tuna.
All of that said, I can’t fetishize kitten play. It doesn’t work for me because all I see is a kittie who gets to top from the power-bottom. I know this is not the case for all cats but until I see otherwise, it doesn’t appeal to me the way puppies do.
To be fair, it is not something I have indulged in or investigated heavily. So this is my uninformed opinion (like most things on the internet :p).
Anonymous asked:
He does seem to have inspired lusting in a hearts of numerous pervs out there.
I’ll see what can be arranged >3