I keep feeling like this project is dauntingly huge XD
So I am breaking it up into individual characters and then, if I make it, combining them into one image.
I found this in my graveyard folder the other day.
Its an alternate color version of an older image. But there is nothing wrong with sharing the unofficial color scheme :D
More bold experimenting with text bubbles. I’m still not entirely sold on them.
Apologies for the lack of stories lately. I just haven’t had the burning inspiration to write.
I am returning the Surface this weekend, so this is the end of the current art spurt until I figure out some kind of replacement. I’ve been considering buying a Cintiq Companion and doing commissions to justify the absurd expense.
Or I could spend all of that money on whores. Hmm.
"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.
Rather humorous that an image I consider a throw-away turned out to be so popular. I think its dinged more favs than any other.
Suppose its the mix of mischief, puppy gear, and escaped chastity.
Its also one of the only stories I’ve written in first person perspective (which I hate with the fires of a burning star).
Did I not post this on tumblr?!
This is the image I noticed was shared in a torrent. Then I realized that I have not actually posted the image here. XD
I took it down a few years back, along with many other images - I’m not proud of the shota look. This is Mister X circa 2008 while I was still finding my style.
BUT It is a really hot bondage scene and I love the brandings and piercings. I miss drawing the more hardcore bdsm…
If, by some miracle, anyone has the original story I ran with this, I would like to include it.
This was more a “prove to myself I can still draw” pic. Which I think I can.
Worked with the new surface pro 3 tablet and I seem to be able to do a fair amount of compensating. The physical therapy I’ve been doing has been helping as well. I’m not feeling as bleak as I was.
The next pic should be pretty awesome.
Can’t get enough of unholy alliances? Me neither.
Here is our latest creation. A great coloring job by Mister X and a write-up too. I’m telling you, what a guy!
I especially like all the small details with the coloring of this piece. There’s so much thought in the work he did, and I really love how it makes my lines pop.
We hope you like.
Fellows
It was now painfully obvious that Mister Cormic had not hired Dusty for his ranching skills. The long, predatory glance the man gave the kid during his interview made sense now. As did the wry smiles of Gilmore, the foreman. With a fine athletic build, laid back attitude and a pronounced southern charisma, Dusty was full of charms. Of course now that the boy found himself naked and chained in one of the barns it would seem he was hired for much more than what the kid bargained for.
Tag team with Fellow again.
This time one of my ideas - milking scene! Because who doesn’t love a sub whose young, dumb, and full of cum.
Also includes a story. We’re classy like that.
Our unholy alliance keeps trucking along.
This time not only did the incredibly talented/awesome/incredible Mister X color one of my pieces, but he also wrote a great caption for it as well. What a guy! And both are fantastic.
Thank you Mister X.
The new year was edging it way across the large wall-mounted clock. The minute hand crept ever closer to midnight.
The assembled men, rucous and loud all night previously, now huddled around a small cage dangling over the floor, hushed silence falling over them in anticipation of the final event.
Fellows collaboration to help celebrate the New Year.
I did the coloring and the included short story.
Cheers and here’s to a new year.
OLD art of mine.
This is one of the top three most reposted and reblogged images of mine, and I hate it XD I’ve taken this image down everywhere that I previously posted it.
The characters look far too young. The faces are too shota for my liking. It wasn’t even colored. It represents a really early stage in my learning-to-draw cycle when I was stealing from other styles.
But the milking devices are pure evil :)
I never wrote a story associated with this image. Sad faces all around :p