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
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).
Per a recommendation from Fellows I did some experimenting with Comic Life to add lettering and comic-ness to one of my sketches.
This was intended to just be a teaser of the milking machines pic I’ll be working on eventually. But then I got carried away.
Does the device make sense? It is literally based on a cattle milking machine.
Line quality looks awful. Thats more my Surface being really stupid than any specific program. Really frustrated with the tablet right now. Not feeling like I got my money’s worth.
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.
Portrait of Kit. Adorable neko I know done up as a right sissy. I clipped his ears for the purpose of this pic.
I didn’t realize until the coloring stage how small I’d drawn things. :( So it is about half the size it should be.
But its still great lineart for something the size of a postage stamp :p
Percy couldn’t help the erection.
The guys in the locker room must have all thought he was gay. It wasn’t like he could tell them that his mother had him on a steady dose of Viagra from the age of eight, frequent “personal stamina” exercises, and near constant climax denial.
A character of Danaume’s that I wanted to draw as soon as I saw him. Referred to as a Momma’s Toy. I’ll let you fill in the rest. ;)
This one required four redraws and I’m still not quite happy with it.
Damn! It took some growing into, but the new Surface Pro combined with Manga Studio is making for some really awesome work. I’m producing faster and in better quality than six months ago, and that was when I could still feel my hand. XD
Translation:
Dude, I need to go to the store.
Every time I try to put clothes on the fucking cage shocks me??
If you can’t read the slang, blame the slang translator I used online. Its almost pure gibberish to me so I included a translation.
Special thanks to Fellows for his help in adding some definition to the boy’s muscles. This was a very different picture two days ago :p
Tracking on the surface pro’s pen still seems off. It doesn’t feel like as “high end” a machine as it is reputed to be. But hey, this is some of the best color and linework I’ve done in almost two years!