Started as a commission. Led to something I was not expecting at all.
The puppy, Ryan, lay quietly on the floor in the window of the pet shop, asleep.
Crawling about on all fours was exhausting and every time he tried to settle back on his rear to relax he’d find himself putting pressure on the tail plug up his ass. He’d yelp in surprise and somewhere within the metal confines of the locked chastity cage his member would twitch and try to swell up, only succeeding in frustrating him further.
He had whimpered and tried to rest uncomfortably on the floor. A position which forced him to splay his bound limbs off to either side, rest his face and chest on the ground and hike his tail into the air. The pup’s face flushed bright red when realized the stance this put him in and he saw people passing by the window stopping to stare with a smile on their lips.
Precum dripped through the metal grate at the end of the chastity tube. Quivering with embarrassment he only managed to make it seem as though the tail plug were wagging. Finally Ryan closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself somewhere else.
He was wrested from his sleep by the sound of someone opening the door to his cage. Struggling to get himself back up onto all fours the puppy heard the manager’s voice and someone else.
“Oh yes indeed sir, we do all kinds of modifications: finger amputations, voice removal, even tendon clipping and neutering. Which was it you were interested in.”
Eyes now wide with fear, the puppy crawled to the farthest corner of his cell and tried his best not to imagine what his fate was about to become.
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Too cute. Enough said. :p
I had no idea what I would end up with when I started this. Now I think I need to see a dentist - all the sweetness in this pic is rotting my teeth. <snickers>
Yet another chance to design more bdsm toys. The arm binders, gag and chastity cage will all be in next year’s MisterX Unlimited catalog.
Story to come at a later date. Something about long day at the show, all the naughty things Jakester got up to, and finally his owner finding him asleep and carrying him home.
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Apparently nobody liked my most recent pic. I haven’t heard that many crickets chirping in the audience since I first started posting XD So here, have some tooth-rotting mush, you Visigoths. :p
A couple little proportions issues that I just did not want to clean up. But this is definitely my best self portrait to date >_> Huzzah!
Every day was a different humiliation.
Since he had moved in with his Master, Spyker’s clothes had all been taken and locked in a chest. Everything had been replaced with frills, pink, or tight-fitting clothing that left him red-cheeked and painfully embarrassed. And, even then, he had no choice in the mater: his owner would take him before the mirror each morning, pick out his clothing, and dress him like a big doll.
It was degrading in the worst way, but every time he was hard as a rock and whimpering for more.
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Originally set out to do this with the last pic of Roland but the pose did not lend itself well being a dress-up doll. I may try and revisit him later. Fortunately for you, Spyker came out perfectly!
I haven’t done something like this in years - back when I did my first sissy boy in public pic and had people vote on their favorite costume.
“I think you may want,” he huffed in Brody’s ear, “to call in sick tomorrow.”
The words did not register as having meaning at first. Brody was floating in a sea of blissful ache and frustration. He knew it was Gavin, his master’s, voice and he knew that it was a question, which meant he needed to respond. Brody tried to answer but found that he had no voice to answer with. His throat was raw from screaming, grunting, begging, and deep-throating.
And then he was back in the moment. Sir was on top of him, plowing Brody’s whole body into the bedding with each powerful thrust of his hips. He was moaning like a whore, his whole body quivering and drenched in sweat. His senses were addled from a day spent in subspace and every inch of his body felt energized. Every inch, except for his cock and balls which ached longingly within the confines of their cage, seeping precum as though it would never stop.
Gavin was right, even now he felt almost totally drained, unable to even prop himself up to support his Master’s lusty lovemaking. Fuck, he hoped he wasn’t proving too much of a disappointment at this point. He wanted to thrust back eagerly against the larger man, whose sweat and scent seemed to surround him.
His Master seemed to read Brody’s internal dialog. “You’ve done well today, Brody, and tomorrow it will be my turn to take care of you.”
Brody melted into the blankets, grinning oafishly and blushing. He really was that easy to read? He was so wrapped up in warm thoughts of Gavin that he almost didn’t notice the bucking of his Master’s cock within him and the warm gush that followed.
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D'awww, mushy post-BDSM lovemakings.
I haven’t drawn an actual sex pic in years, so on a random tangent I did. That turned out to be too vanilla, so … I spiced up the pic
Very awkward poses to draw, but I think I got them to mesh properly.
“God dammit, boy.” I bellowed, with due frustration. “I told you I’d let you cum this weekend was that not enough for you?”
Martin’s face was still agape and blushing, embarrassed at being caught in the act as much as he was for escaping his chastity cage. It boggled my mind how he managed that, even with his paws on, a deadbolt lock that I’d custom fit for his cage, and a modified cage.
Martin insisted he loved bondage. He loved rope play and being hogtied. He loved puppy play, being denied the use of his hands and forced to crawl. He loved being cuffed to the bed when we made love in the wee hours of the night.
I’m pretty certain that he just loved to escape from bondage and that was his real kink. No sooner would I tie him up than the scamp would have already freed his hand or his foot. I called him my little Houdini.
It was especially frustrating in view of the fact that I was his master. I was supposed to be in charge here! He delighted in defying me, in disobeying when he knew what punishment would follow. Each time I’d lay down the ground rules and each time I would up the ante. Only a few days ago I had flogged his back raw until he was bawling, on the verge of safe-wording.
Who was in charge here? Me? Him? I was at my wits’ end and then I remembered seeing the Leather-Dog Whisperer. A quick 1-800 call put me in touch with Mister X. He’d know what to do!
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Yes. The Leather-Dog Whisperer is a copyright of Mister X Enterprises. Stay away from my material, FOX, I have a lawyer and know how to use him!
Quickie I drew last night. I just managed to complete it today before I fall into oblivion with the latest Dragon Age game XD
Cheers.





