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The parking break ratcheted with ominous finality.

The sound of the crowds easily penetrated the sedan. Their squealing, laughter and chatter set fire to Wyatt’s face, his cheeks burned with shame. His stomach knotted and the youth froze in place.

The driver’s side door opened and closed. Wyatt’s breath quickened. It was coming, with the inevitability of a train hurtling down the tracks. Moments later his own door opened.

Wyatt looked up into the bright light outside and the beaming face of his Master.

“Oh god, please, Sir.” He pleaded, his words slurring together with fear and panic. “Please don’t make me do this, Sir.”

He’d recovered from the night before. It didn’t cause him to scream out when he sat on the red welts on his ass. Wyatt’s skin was still sensitive and the rope burns and crop marks had diminished into bruises or long lines of angry red. It would be no secret what the pair of them had gotten up to.

“Out, boy.” The firm reply made Wyatt’s hesitancy melt and his chastity cage stir.

Wyatt whimpered and rose to his feet, head down with embarrassment. He braced his knees together and tried to hide his torso behind his arms will little impact. He felt all eyes upon him, taking a quick read of his body, his swim shorts, and the unnatural bulge at his crotch.

“C’mon, boy. I see a good spot down by the water.” He gestured. “I’ll rub you down with sunscreen there.”

“…please…”

“What, boy? You’re mumbling.”

“…p-please, sir, I’d like that.”

***

I had to put myself in some kind of zen trance to focus and write that XD

This is not the original intent of this drawing. I’ll be doing an alternate version that was actually supposed to be the gift for a friend. I kind of hijacked this for my own goals XD

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The parking break ratcheted with ominous finality.

The sound of the crowds easily penetrated the sedan. Their squealing, laughter and chatter set fire to Wyatt’s face, his cheeks burned with shame. His stomach knotted and the youth froze in place.

The driver’s side door opened and closed. Wyatt’s breath quickened. It was coming, with the inevitability of a train hurtling down the tracks. Moments later his own door opened.

Wyatt looked up into the bright light outside and the beaming face of his Master.

“Oh god, please, Sir.” He pleaded, his words slurring together with fear and panic. “Please don’t make me do this, Sir.”

He’d recovered from the night before. It didn’t cause him to scream out when he sat on the red welts on his ass. Wyatt’s skin was still sensitive and the rope burns and crop marks had diminished into bruises or long lines of angry red. It would be no secret what the pair of them had gotten up to.

“Out, boy.” The firm reply made Wyatt’s hesitancy melt and his chastity cage stir.

Wyatt whimpered and rose to his feet, head down with embarrassment. He braced his knees together and tried to hide his torso behind his arms will little impact. He felt all eyes upon him, taking a quick read of his body, his swim shorts, and the unnatural bulge at his crotch.

“C’mon, boy. I see a good spot down by the water.” He gestured. “I’ll rub you down with sunscreen there.”

“…please…”

“What, boy? You’re mumbling.”

“…p-please, sir, I’d like that.”

***

I had to put myself in some kind of zen trance to focus and write that XD

This is not the original intent of this drawing. I’ll be doing an alternate version that was actually supposed to be the gift for a friend. I kind of hijacked this for my own goals XD

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After finishing off tremulus, we’re looking to do a pulp-era fighting science campaign. I’ve come up with a couple ideas:

  • Archie “Psmith” Smith - (the p is silent, but its so wizard!) Archie was just a library assistant at Miskatonic University before the Event. Months later, when he came to his senses, he discovered his body had not been catatonic but instead traveled the world on some mysterious errand. Long story short - alien entities cast their consciousness into his body from across space and time to use him to enact their will on this world. Eventually he comes to a truce with them by agreeing to help preserve humanity. The alien entities want to destroy the world but they don’t want anyone else to before they do it millennium in the future. (Kind of a Shazam setup where he’s either a plucky teen or otherworldly ubermensch)
  • Himmelstürmer - A Hitler Youth issued experimental wargear and jetpack to commit lightning raids against the Russians at the heigh of the war. High ideals of the Fatherland crumbled immediately upon seeing war atrocities. He’s flown the coup with the ODESSA network hot on his heels (in a post-war era). Years later, he’s matured and now works along side prominent Nazi hunters to stop mad science spawned by nazi tech in the wrong hands.
  • The Nevermen - A trio of scientists working to unlock the potential of U-rays suffered a terrible accident. Over time they’ve strangely started to look like a single individual. Now they possess the bizarre ability to share and exchange their mind and body parts with those of their research team. An invaluable talent when one member is in the field, another researching, and a final one experimenting.

I complain about not finishing pics and then I finish one. I’m so happy XD Its been obsessively eating on my mind…

Next pic has been hailed as my “most artistically mature pic yet.” Complete with background.

I’m going to try writing up a healthy story snippet to go with it.

Wrapped up our second tremulus campaign. My time-travelling Ian Malcom character faded out once we’d saved the future… Its a boring rules system, but it sets the pieces in place for a great story.

Sounding like Numenera is next on the list of games. I’ve wanted to play it for ages, but I’m probably going to be running it instead to take my sweet revenge on the DM for this Rise of Tiamat.