Of course you want a live-action recreation of my iconic drawings. That’s why I didn’t bother asking.
Needless to say, its very flattering to receive this sort of fanart!
(Posted with permission of the model, who wishes to remain anonymous.)
I know most folk enjoy the stories I include with these but I just have not been in the mood for them. Words seem sterile and unarousing to me lately. /despair
I’m sure you can fill in the details: guy used to having his way with things, nabbed and trussed up like a puppet, frantically mincing on tip toes as he tries to keep from blacking out.
Hot pic though. Not sure what is different, but I really like the way his face came out. Seems less real than more recent pics, more expressive. All in the eyes I suppose.
Prescott swallowed nervously.
His mouth was painfully dry. He wasn’t sure what was stuff in there, pressing against his tongue dryly, held in place with a dirty rag over his mouth. He couldn’t see in the dark of the room he was in. A massive headache still thundered beneath his beanie, probably some kind of side-effect to that crap Mr. Gutreich had shoved in his face before he blacked out.
Shit! Mr. Gutreich! That fucker was responsible!
Prescott had been cutting through the man’s big, fenced backyard like he normally did to get home. (Much to the bastard’s numerous complaints. Its not like he was hurting anything, he avoided the plants and shit) But then, as he passed one of the tall shrubs, there was Mr. Gutreich, a fierce scowl on his face and a rag of something in his hand. It all went black after that.
He squirmed against the tight bonds holding him in place. Nothing, he was fixed to the spot. That realization caused a stiffening in the crotch of his pants.
Fuck, he thought. This was not the place for /that/ interest to become public knowledge. He had to be figuring out how to get out of here! How to escape and tell the authorities what a sick fuck Gutreich was.
His train of thought was derailed by the sound of a door opening and blinding light spilled into the room.
“I asked nicely. Now I’m going to make sure you stay off my lawn, kid…”
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Yay, got the colors right again. I keep straying from how I prefer to color. I get lazy and sloppy and then a pic like this comes along and corrects that.
Fun pic. It came out exactly as I wanted it to. It originally started out as a response to people who said my characters were getting too ‘old’ looking. Because 20 is so ancient XD By my visual chronometer, I’d say this guy is somewhere between 16-18.
I’m normally never happy with clothes I draw. But this one came out really well.
In artistic depictions of Saint Sebastian, the Catholic martyr is always shown as youthful, mostly nude, and either euphoric or disinterested in the fact he has been shot full of arrows. He was used as an excuse for artists (and lecherous Catholic patrons) to titillate.
St. Sebastian was some of the first kinky bondage art I saw as a kid. It was in a big book of Renaissance art of my dad’s. That image was by Guido Reni.
I’d never considered doing my own version of this until last week. I included the traditional iconography with the possible addition of Sebastian having a truly “transcendent” experience.
I colored up a statue version too because why not.
The man flicked the whip back and forth with a steady pace. Each blow sent Trent squirming against his bonds, howling and writhing. The rope which bound his hands only had enough give for him to pull it up to his face. He curled his fingers and gnawed at his nails in futility.
His cock was red and swollen from the assault. All he felt from it was the angry burn of the welts. And yet he remained hard.
“Stop! Fuck, please stop!”
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This originally started as “taking a break” from another project I was working on. Then it took a couple days :p
The boy’s face first appeared as a sketch here. I didn’t use it at the time, but this was a good opportunity :D I’ll use the braces in a future drawing…
Human dart-board or someone flicking a whip at his cock over and over. I haven’t decided yet… Seems like that should have already been decided at this point. :p
I’m a firm believer in recycling. Hence why his face make look familiar ;) It was just going to sit in the graveyard pile until doomsday anyways.