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“ Again with the unholy alliance.
I would call this a double-collaboration because Mr. X laid down the basic structure of this drawing and I came in and finished the line-work. Then he came back in and finished the coloring. And this is...
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Again with the unholy alliance. 

I would call this a double-collaboration because Mr. X laid down the basic structure of this drawing and I came in and finished the line-work.  Then he came back in and finished the coloring.  And this is what came from it all. 

Thanks Mister X.

Long-live the evil alliance!

>:)

Fellows

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“Feel free to use the furniture. He knows the beating that awaits him should he spill anyth–”

Fellows and I doing another collaboration-inception. Two levels deep.

The color on the boy came out perfect. The baddie needs a retouch or something. I’m not happy with my color on him.

We need some kind of evil name for our alliance. Like “The Syndicate” or “The Gentleman Bastards”.

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The blindfold came off, Kai shook his sweat-coated hair. His vision remained blinded by the overwhelming light of the room. Slowly the chamber came into focus.
It was after an evening of street hoops. They’d nabbed him off the long stretch of...

The blindfold came off, Kai shook his sweat-coated hair. His vision remained blinded by the overwhelming light of the room. Slowly the chamber came into focus.

It was after an evening of street hoops. They’d nabbed him off the long stretch of warehouses off Canal Street. Dosed him with something so that his limbs went limp, took him here.

He’d been strung up on tip toes - a harness of rope holding him upright, a few cruelly looped wraps kept him borderline choking. His shorts dangled awkwardly around his ankles. They administered an injection which left his crotch temporarily numb. Blindfolded, he knew they were doing something to him down there. But what.

Kai gave a horrified scream as his eyes fell upon the monstrosity between his legs. Heavy rivets set against metal bands hugged tightly against his skin. It was like something out of one of those Saw movies!

“You like?” Asked the man, standing just outside the light. “This is just a prototype. I’ve got bigger and better ideas in mind. Might hurt a bit when you can feel again…”

***

I’ve owed Fellows an evil art for quite a while. This ought to kill two birds with one stone ;) 

Pretty happy with this one. Mouth should be a little more expressive. But really, the whole pic was a vehicle for that nonsensical cock toy.

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The little bell jingled with every tremble in his body. The plug that filled him was massive, more than he’d ever imagined the human body could take. And yet he knew it could get even larger. That thought sent a shudder through his already taxed...

The little bell jingled with every tremble in his body. The plug that filled him was massive, more than he’d ever imagined the human body could take. And yet he knew it could get even larger. That thought sent a shudder through his already taxed body.

He’d beg and plead and offer them anything to prevent it. But he also knew he’d get the same results as before. They’d laugh at him and do as they pleased anyway. His captors always did what they wanted. He was just an object to them.

***

Getting back into drawing this weekend. Experimenting with a slightly different line style and color style.

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Riki took a gasping breath and looked up at his Master in frustration. His mouth was almost numb and all he could taste was the salty-stickiness of his owner’s precum. It must have only been thirty minutes of energetic, dedicated lip service but the...

Riki took a gasping breath and looked up at his Master in frustration. His mouth was almost numb and all he could taste was the salty-stickiness of his owner’s precum. It must have only been thirty minutes of energetic, dedicated lip service but the teen was nearing exhaustion.

He must be doing something wrong. It was only his first time attempting a blow job on another and Mister X seemed no closer to cumming. If anything, his owner rigid member seemed about ready to burst as his owner lazily teased the boy’s privates with his foot, edging him closer but refusing to complete him.

Mister X glanced down at Riki and smirked. “You were so sure you could do it, you begged me to let you try. If your goal is to put me to sleep you’re getting very close now.” The man laughed scornfully.

Riki’s lower lips quivered - he felt hurt and enraged by his Master’s comments. He’d show him! He could do it even if it took all afternoon!

Knitting his brows together Riki took a deep breath and steeled himself for another go. Just as he leaned forward he felt Mister X’s fingers ensnare his hair and pull him forward, deep onto the man’s cock, his own privates crushed by the weight of his owner leaning forward on them.

“That’s the spirit. Here, let me help you, boy…” He cooed as he began to pump the boy’s head back and forth as though it were a living fleshlight.


***

Goodness me, I drew something. Don’t tell anyone or they’ll expect more.

Long story as to why the Dom in this picture is an overweight version of me with a Jay Leno-esque chin. I’m not going to tell you that story. Mwaah.

I’ll suffice to say, thanks for your idea and prodding, Riki. You appear to have broken my funk.

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A muffled cough issued from Colin’s gagged mouth. His throat was dry and his body ached from the awkward position the metal frame contorted him into. A cool breeze brushed against the naked skin of his buttocks, making his sphincter tighten...

A muffled cough issued from Colin’s gagged mouth. His throat was dry and his body ached from the awkward position the metal frame contorted him into. A cool breeze brushed against the naked skin of his buttocks, making his sphincter tighten reflexively. This only brought another groan from the boy, as his ass was still tender and still caked with the drying remains of an afternoon spent in the service of others.

It had been an awesome summer job. All the teens in the area vied for a chance to be hired on at the Château de Silling Country Club as caddies to the wealthy crowd that regularly visited it’s greens. A well-spoken caddy could easily earn triple his weekly salary in tips alone on a single set of nine holes, which was why Colin paraded into the streets celebrating after receiving his job offer.

Colin did fairly well for himself, putting away more money than he had imagined in the first week alone. Of course, a large portion of that income was based on the fact that Colin was a merciless cocktease. He recognized several of his regular clients were more than just interested in a game of golf by the way they eyed him and the youth thought this to be a marvelous opportunity to milk some extra cash out of them.

With sly glances, mildly compromising positions when setting up tee-offs, and a barrage of other attacks, Colin kept them coming back for more. It was like the veritable goose that laid the golden eggs. But this goose was about to be cooked. It all came to pieces on the seventh hole, the farthest point from the clubhouse, with Misters Burke and Hare.

Mister Burke was having abysmal luck that afternoon, a fact that Mister Hare enjoyed taunting him over to no end. Casting his nine-iron aside, Mister Burke turned to Colin, who was leaning leisurely against the golfcart containing the two men’s clubs, waiting should he be needed.

“Colin, fetch the new club. It’s time to try it out.” He called, exchanging a wicked grin with Mister Hare.

The ‘new club’ was still shielded by a protective cover that Mister Burke had forbidden Colin to remove when they were preparing to set out for the afternoon. More than a little curious, Colin hopped to the chance to sate his snoopiness. No sooner had he pulled the cover off than his inquisitiveness died and he cast a nervous glance at the gentleman.

“What… ?” He asked, pulling the 'club’ free from the golf bag. It was some sort of manacle affixed to a long metal bar with another manacle at the opposite end. “I don’t think this is regulation legal.” The youth joked apprehensively.

“For you, dear boy.” Mister Hare chimed in. “We’ve invested a great deal of money in you in the past. It’s time you finally paid up.”


***

You voted for bondage, now you get some. Aren’t I the benevolent dictator?

The golf idea for the story was a late comer. Had it been suggested sooner I would have drawn the scene on a putting green with the flag sticking out of Colin’s ass. I’m just pleased I managed to finally finishing something. My graveyard folder is getting rather full from the last few weeks’ failures.

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The bulk of the man knelt down over his fallen form and untied the remaining ropes that held Fallon immobile. He only had a few moments to stretch his sore limbs before fiercely strong arms twisted him into another position and bound him...

The bulk of the man knelt down over his fallen form and untied the remaining ropes that held Fallon immobile. He only had a few moments to stretch his sore limbs before fiercely strong arms twisted him into another position and bound him anew.

Ensnaring a fistful of hair between gloved fingers, his captor jerked him up to a kneeling position. Fallon whimpered at the mistreatment, mewling for some kind of respite. His whole body was aglow with a hundred different aches.

Blearily, Fallon looked up at the dark clad man who seemed to tower ever-higher above him. Pointing outward between the zipper of his coveralls was his cock: erect and seeping precum. Fallon’s eyes flashed wide at the sight of it.

“Wha–” Further words were cut short and Fallon found his face pressed roughly against the crotch of his captor; sweat and musk filled his quivering nostrils.

“If I so much as feel teeth, boy, you’ll be regretting it for a long time.” Came the man’s sickly-sweet voice: firm and commanding but soft and almost friendly. He knew he had all the power in this situation - it was simply up to Fallon to comply.

Oh god, the teen thought in terror, sizing up the member that was rubbed against he side of his face. He’d never even had a blow job before. But now this guy expected him to dish one out? Fallon couldn’t deny that he’d always wanted to try it but this was not the setting he had intended.

Timidly Fallon opened his mouth and let his tongue touch the side of the cock, his eyes darting to the man for any sign he was doing something wrong. He felt his heart beat faster and a flush of blood to his own privates. Daring a bit more, Fallon took a little of the cock head into his mouth, totally uncertain as to what he was doing. He could taste the precum on his tongue and tried not to make a face at the sensation.

Then, gingerly, he began to bob his face back and forth across the sizable length of the man’s prick. Fallon could feel the flesh twitching beneath his lips and hear the man’s heavy grunts. He felt an odd twinge of pride - he must be doing reasonably well then.

That was not the case, however. Still holding Fallon by his blond locks, the man thrust his hips forward slightly, shoving more than a mouthful of sweat-smelling cock into the teen’s mouth. Fallon gagged loudly and struggled to pull away to gasp for air, tears immediately rushing to the corners of his eyes.

“Deeper, fagot. You want air you’d better take more fucking quick.”


***

Special thanks to Mark for his suggestions and input on this pic. Having evil brains to collaborate with makes drawing fun. <grins>

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Pinned to the ground, all Fallon could see between the frantic flailing of his legs and arms was the face of that smiling teddy bear decal leering down at the him with its paint peeling from it’s cheeks like some kind of leprous lecher.
“Help!!” He...

Pinned to the ground, all Fallon could see between the frantic flailing of his legs and arms was the face of that smiling teddy bear decal leering down at the him with its paint peeling from it’s cheeks like some kind of leprous lecher.

“Help!!” He shouted, his voice echoing through the night calm of the city park.

Lashing backwards with his foot he managed to connect with the back of his attack. He heard an “oof” and felt the weight on his back lighten. Glancing back over his shoulder quickly the youth had no time to react to the balled fist that suddenly came into his view, bashing him up the side of the head.

The blow stunned him and Fallon only saw stars, oblivious to his head connecting with the pavement beneath him.

The man took advantage of the teen’s stupor and hungrily set back to work. Fallon could dimly make out the distinctive sound of duct tape being unraveled and felt his arms being forced back and bound. 

A low moan was the last sound to issue forth from his lips before a foul-tasting rag was stuffed into his mouth and sealed with tape.

Though he was rapidly regaining his senses from the powerful blow Fallon frantically realized that he was now helpless. The final bond wrapped around his ankles with all the finality of the words “the end.”

Then, as though the boy were nothing more than a dufflebag, the man hefted Fallon up off the ground with a single arm. He took a few short steps to the waiting van and threw open the back door, casting the mocking face of the teddy bear aside and presenting Fallon with the almost palpable gloom of the vehicle’s interior.

A hundred panicked pleadings filled Fallon’s mind. My parents will be looking for me! My friends are right behind me, they’ll be here any minute! My Dad has a lot of money! Is that what you want? Let me go and they’ll pay you! I finally got a date with Ashley Daniels this weekend, we’re going to the Homecoming Dance! My brother came down from Denver to see me play in the game tomorrow!

Instead he could only issue a muffled yelp as the man hurled him into the back and sealed the doors.


***

No, that’s not my stalker van in the background. Mine has “Free Candy” written on the side. :p

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