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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
Mr.X is probably wondering WTF happened to my red hair? He originally requested a backstage drawing of a red-haired protagonist so I drew it for him. When he painted it, he made the kid a redhead. The painting of course is amazing but I always thought his hair blending in too much with the maroon curtains so I took some license and changed the locks. I hope he doesn’t mind. I guess I owe him another drawing. :)
BTW, check-out MR. X’s amazing work at: MrChristianX.Tumblr.com Also, thoughts, feedback and ideas are certainly welcome.
Very first color collaboration I did with Fellows. It was part of a video tutorial I did, demonstrating how I color. Sadly, I did a shitty job coloring on it XD
But as you can see from our more recent stuff, I’ve improved :D
I can’t say enough about how much I’m impressed with his painting. He really makes my panels explode off the page, so much so that I’m anxious to see what he does with the second page of this piece. Yes, there is a story and an arc of what’s going on, but first things first. We just exploring and enjoying this partnership and I couldn’t be happier.
Born from the unholy alliance between myself and Mr. X, I give you my first tentacle drawing.
Really, it was an excuse to have our collaboration. This guy Mr. X can not only draw like a bad-ass, he can bring colors to the page like I’ve never seen before. He really brought to life my lines and I couldn’t be happier. My favorite parts are the little dots of white he places on skin like they’re reflections or something. I could never think of that.
To check out his work, hit up: misterchristianx.tumblr.com/
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.
This is part of a lost collection of drawings I did ages ago. I thought I’d reposted this here on tumblr but it was not so. Vanished from anywhere else I’ve posted it.
I’d forgotten totally about it until I stumbled on that photoset earlier.
The story is missing and I won’t rewrite it. Enjoy the larger resolution version of the drawing.
Looks like I’ve got upwards for 15-20 pics I haven’t posted on here… Largely because they’re old and I’m not proud of them .XD
A red blush spread across his face. He felt awkward and uncertain under the eye of his owner. But at the same time, his throbbing arousal gave voice to just how much he enjoyed this.
First the ears went over his hair. Throb.
Then the wrist cuffs over each narrow wrist. Throb. Throb.
And collar, fastened in the front with a lock. Throb.
Lastly, the tail. His face was now a burning red as he turned his bum towards his master and bent over slightly, party his cheeks and pressing the plug against his rosebud. He gasped lewdly as he pushed it inward. Throb.
Still aroused. Still humiliated, he looked up expectantly at his owner and raised a coy eyebrow.
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I appear to be on an ears and tail streak lately. I don’t feel bad about it. :p
Flash of inspiration in the wee hours of the morning last night.
Rick held his cellphone screen up in front of Kit’s face. The little counter showed less than thirty minutes left on the auction. Kit grimaced and tried to look away, tried to squirm away.
“Almost five hundred bucks,” He crowed.
“Damn.” snickered Cormac. “You’re going cheap. I thought he’d be worth more.”
“They’re just going to whore him out anyways. No sense spending a lot of money on a toy.”
Kit knew the pair of them from school. He’d seen them in the halls. Didn’t really know too much about them until, on the way home from classes, they’d offered him a lift.
When he’d awoke, his clothes were missing and in their place he was dressed in long white stockings. Not only that, his limbs were bound immobile.
Slowly the realization fell on him as the duo took photos of him with their cellphones and made snickering noises as they created his “profile.”
They were going to sell him!
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I was really worried about this pic several times. It didn’t feel like it was coming together like I wanted. And, when it finally started to work, Photoshop crashed and tried to murder it.
Lotta work to develop the eSlavery site. XD Ended up feeling like real work, since I do that sort of thing professionally.