Cue the ominous music.
New toy. New drawings should be commencing shortly as well.
This thing is huge… I didn’t take it out of the box until I’d bought an extended spill/drop warranty on it XD Slightly paranoid.
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to perform what the text only hints at, used to relieve the sexual tension shared by the forbidden lovers.
"M’Lord… you… your fair lady… she… doth lift your stately robes… and… gulp taketh thine glorious member into her mouth… and… press to meet your… belly?! Please M’Lord… please no…"
Rapidly the boy services become a necessary part of their affair, a slave and a sex toy whose exposure would lead to the ruin of all.
Things are made all the more complex by rumors and the serving staff at each of the manor houses. Downton Abbey style of course :p But more in Regency / Napoleonic era.
What started out as a simple task of delivering indiscretions rapidly turns into the boy finding himself too deep to escape. Each of the nobles putting him to more and more degrading tasks.
Uncertain as to what the “dirt” is that they have on him to ensure his quiet submission to the ordeal
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to perform what the text only hints at, used to relieve the sexual tension shared by the forbidden lovers.
“M'Lord… you… your fair lady… she… doth lift your stately robes… and… gulp taketh thine glorious member into her mouth… and… press to meet your… belly?! Please M'Lord… please no…”
Rapidly the boy services become a necessary part of their affair, a slave and a sex toy whose exposure would lead to the ruin of all.
I’m ending up with an strangely large collection of books about fae, sprites, and little folk…
Le petite mort.
I mentioned faces made in Japanese erotic comics when people are climaxing as though their existence ends the moment it happens.
Then I remembered the phrase “le petite mort,” often to refer to post-climax fainting.
Now I’m trying to actually turn that into a coherent kink…
This is how I spend my evenings.
New tablet showing up on Wednesday. Hopefully drawings shall follow.

A variation on Dorian Grey, just with a boy instead of the painting? Awesome idea. Will You actually write it?
Probably not. I’m terrible at sticking to an idea for a story (as proven by my graveyard of dead text). Especially one that requires a plot.
Revisiting a similar topic to my Cut Off in His Prime stories from ages ago - a boy is cursed to feel what his friend feels. His friend feels nothing or a pale shadow of what he would actually sense.
Craving sensation, the friend indulges more and more audacious uses and abuses of his body, all the while the main character has to cope with unexpected pains, pleasures, and perversities during normal day to day existence.

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Also, potentially a compromise in the making. I…
Do you really need to spend so much on a 13HD? the samsung 10 note tablets use the same pen technology as cintiq. if you can put up with the android apps, or use a citrix screen display to a mac/pc they do work..
I’m super nit-picky about my drawing environment. Otherwise I’d just be using pen and paper and a scanner.
Android devices are a nonstarter with me. Too small, no support for software I use. No tilt sensitivity. It also has the same brush-to-lag that I was grumping about with the surface pro 3.
I’ve used the same graphire4 for the last six years, saving for something ‘nice’.
Like a minotaur living in the center of his own maze, waiting for humans to be sent his way - the beast devours both girls and boys - Mister X lives at the heart of an apartment complex waiting for his supply of victims. They are sent to him by a variety of mob bosses, street dealers, and petty enforcers. Victims who need to be taught a lesson, children of nobs whose loyalty needs to be assured, or simply hapless folk who saw too much.
He’s a spider among men and this apartment block is his web.
And boy does he enjoy his role. He’s a man consumed by his work, who lives to do unmentionable things to the bodies of others. A bogeyman that keeps the plebs in line.
He does men, women, boys, girls. He has no predilection for a particular hair color or skin tone; he just needs to fulfill his inner need and fulfill it often. Seems like, set up as he is in comfortable digs, his food and supplies provided, and with fresh flesh sent to his door, that his world should be perfect. It’s an ideal setup for man of his ilk, low risk, lots of rewards.
Except there is one catch. And fuck if I know what that is. XD My elevator pitch failed.