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Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.
Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the...

Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.

Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the floor on all fours and gazed up expectantly at the man looming over him. The same man who had dragged him here and thrown the boy to the floor in this disgusting, ill-kept bathroom.

The floor was stained and wet with a mixture of fluids that the boy did not want to contemplate. Paint peeled from the walls in great strips, etched with the writings of the toilets many visitors. The toilet itself was no longer a white porcelain altar but a corroded and marred visage dredged up from the sewers itself.

Or so it seemed to Ben.

He glanced side ways at the toilet and then back at the man, gulping sharply. It was obvious what was coming and Ben was shaking all over at the thought of it. There was no way he could do it and the teen found himself shaking his head from side to side unconsciously. This was so degrading.

“You left the toilet seat up again, boy.” The man’s voice finally echoed off of the walls of the empty room. “Its obvious you don’t care about keeping my home clean so now its time you learned the consequences of that kind of thinking.”

His Master took Ben by the collar and dragged him forward towards the awaiting toilet bowl.

“You see this? This is what happens when people don’t give a shit about cleanliness. I will not let this happen to my house. You’re going to clean this bowl clean. I expect you to be more responsible in the future or else you will be back here cleaning toilets.”

Ben recoiled from the toilet, shaking his head wildly from side to side, his eyes wide with fear and his cheeks burning brighter than ever. He tried to muffle out an apology, a promise that he’d do better, anything, just don’t make him do this.

Grimacing his Master took hold of his head and shoved downward into the abyss.

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Drip drip drip.
The constant resonance of the spillage from his bladder down the tube roughly shoved up his length resounded through the small concrete cellar. With no lubrication he had screamed and squirmed as the catheter was inserted but the dull...

Drip drip drip.


The constant resonance of the spillage from his bladder down the tube roughly shoved up his length resounded through the small concrete cellar. With no lubrication he had screamed and squirmed as the catheter was inserted but the dull throb of his privates was nothing to compare with the icy pain of chest.

Every movement tugged at bruised and violated muscle. When he would drift off he would shock himself awake screaming as he strained the hooks cutting deep into his flesh. The warm trickle of his life blood pattered on his thighs even still, the wounds refusing to knit.

How long had it been, he wondered. Hours? Days? He was weak, thirsty and exhausted. Had he been forgotten? Is that why he still lingered here? The man had been to calculating and prepared to have simply forgotten him.

And yet … the thought gnawed at his mind. Was this how it was going to end? That was what really terrified him - to die here, a meaningless, unnoticed death.

“Oh god! Come back! Don’t leave me here, please! I’ll do anything you want!” He cries carried far above the drip.


***

There are a couple pictures I’ve skipped along the way posting old stuff. Some of these I can’t in good conscience show off. They’re pretty awful.

PS, its a catheter in his penis, not a worm. >_>

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Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all...

Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all and had even stolen some of Saint Nick’s cookies.

The jolly old Master had finally had enough. The elf had to go and he knew just the house to send him to.

In the dead of night, as Monty slept, Santa and his most trusted elfslaves crept into the boy’s dorms. A smelly rag coated in chloroform smothered over the elf’s face by Santa himself left Monty limp as a rag.

Binding him tightly and throwing him in the trunk of the sleigh, Santa hitched up the elves and away they flew to a certain house. Chains were lashed about, decorations were added and a few boxes of Santa’s ‘special’ toys were laid out in neat packages beneath it all.

Dawn was coming and there were many other houses to visit. Chuckling to himself, Santa smiled wickedly. Mister X would be so surprised…


***

Kind of a weak story… but originally I wasn’t going to write anything at all.

This is not a celebratory picture. For the record, I loathe Christmas. 

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Old art.
Getting the idea I drew dark stuff ages ago? :p
So all you get is my take on all the contortion pics I’ve seen. Contortion is so much easier to do when there are no bones stopping you from making a twisted human pretzel. Just need a little...

Old art.

Getting the idea I drew dark stuff ages ago? :p

So all you get is my take on all the contortion pics I’ve seen. Contortion is so much easier to do when there are no bones stopping you from making a twisted human pretzel. Just need a little rope to keep the pretzel in place.

His limbs are meant to look broken and bent at semi-odd angles but still straight since they all have strain on them.

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Mister X reposted
He was caked in sweat, tears and precum. Each breath was a ragged sobbing moan as his body sat poised on the edge of a climax. He tried to adjust his legs to get some feeling back into them but only managed to impale himself...

Mister X reposted

He was caked in sweat, tears and precum. Each breath was a ragged sobbing moan as his body sat poised on the edge of a climax. He tried to adjust his legs to get some feeling back into them but only managed to impale himself further.

“Oh god, its been six hours. Please let me cum!!”

Mister X smiled and shook his head before closing the door to the closet once more, muffling the bunny’s frustrated cry.

***

I had completely forgotten this picture existed. It took a mental effort to post. The bunny depicted here was a very dear friend who died last year. Still makes me weepy eyed to think about. Who knew memories and people couple be tied to pornography…

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Mister X reposted
My first kink picture ever. I drew this way back in 2007. I’d never really drawn anything beyond the occasional cartoon character for a web comic I used to to.
This was a grand experiment and I really seemed to enjoy it at the time....

Mister X reposted

My first kink picture ever. I drew this way back in 2007. I’d never really drawn anything beyond the occasional cartoon character for a web comic I used to to.

This was a grand experiment and I really seemed to enjoy it at the time. IT was a good way to void my darker emotions. Funny to see all the shortcuts and cheats I used. God the anatomy was awful…

But people still message me about this pic.

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In most galleries it is considered very bad taste to touch anything. This piece was a rare case. As a matter of fact, the artwork was specifically told to mingle among the throng of viewers and make itself available - a small placard attached to its...

In most galleries it is considered very bad taste to touch anything. This piece was a rare case. As a matter of fact, the artwork was specifically told to mingle among the throng of viewers and make itself available - a small placard attached to its frame politely requesting their touch.

Some take this as an invitation to grope and probe at will, much to the shame and embarrassment of the piece. Still others swatted its bare ass with the flats of their hands or their gallery catalogs. All of this attention resulted in the jarring of the art’s bells, filling the rooms with jingling late into the night.

***

Yea, you remember the private gallery series, right? I know I do. I think way too much about it. Trying to come up with more pieces for it. I love the idea of humans as art and this turned out to be a grand opportunity to revisit it.

Cute tummy and navel. Victory is mine!

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The only light in the room was the yellow incandescence of a single, naked light bulb swaying overhead. No windows. Cold concrete floor. The occasional sound of footsteps overhead. Only a single heavy door on the opposite wall.
What time of day was...

The only light in the room was the yellow incandescence of a single, naked light bulb swaying overhead. No windows. Cold concrete floor. The occasional sound of footsteps overhead. Only a single heavy door on the opposite wall.

What time of day was it? Fuck. How long had he even been here? There was no real way of knowing. Time had a strange way of being fluid - fast and slow - all at once.

The chain attached to his heavy PA was only long enough for him to get up onto his knees. Even then, he had to do so gingerly so not to tug uncomfortably on his sensitive bits. It lived up to its purpose of keeping him immobile.

Dinner still sat nearby. It looked as unpleasant as it had the day before when they first brought it down. Dog food? Cat food? It definitely wasn’t people food. Chaz had gotten as far as licking a bit before pulling away. It was so degrading, so wrong.

How much longer was he going to be here? Hadn’t he learned his lesson? He was only a few hours past curfew. He’d said as much when they last came down - sassing them and talking back in the process. Man, his parents had thrown a cow.

Grounded for a week…

***

Chaz’s real name is Charlie Temple (cuz he looks like a male Shirley Temple).

This pic is based on a idea I came up with for Danaume for a female victim. However, being me, I hand to steal the idea back and put it to some kind of gay use.

I love the hair. And the face. I am absolutely in love with his appearance XD I drew that hair over a year ago and have been looking for an excuse to use it ever since. His tummy pudge didn’t come out as cute as I wanted, but I guess I’m still not perfect ;)

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