Walking through the door drew many club-goers’ gaze. More turned their heads when his owner lead him onto the dance floor by his short leather leash. The boy’s prissy attire and the humiliated way in which his eyes tried to focus on the floor and no one else told everyone what was going on here.
The next song started and, after being severely encouraged by his master, the pallid boy began swaying at the hips, grinding up against the man, showing the crowd his bare torso. It was obvious that the whole experience had him ready to flee the scene at any moment, but he calmed when the man placed his hands on the boy’s hips.
The youth seemed to lose himself as his owner’s hands swam over the ocean of perfect skin, tweaking nipples and edging beneath his belt line. Indeed, the boy was oblivious of the man motioning for the crowd to come in closer and have a feel of the pristine specimen.
It was not until the pretty boy felt his pants drop down around his ankles that he opened his eyes and realized what was afoot. His face flushed red and he attempted to look away, but there was nowhere to look that did not contain a lecherous patron, smirking and fondling him as though he were nothing more than a toy for their enjoyment.
In near panic the boy turned to the man behind him, fear in his eyes. His owner simply smiled and kissed him, returning his hands to the boy’s hips in a low embrace. Again the youth melted at his owner’s touch. This was how he wanted to be used: as his master saw fit.
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Jezzy Petes. This image too FOREVER. From the poses until the finished piece it took … at least 5 months. Not so much because the subject was hard, but because I wanted to be in the right mood for it. I think it was worth the wait. This is pretty gorgeous.
And yay for anonymous cutout gropers. I’ll be damned if I draw actual people for this pic.
