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Making people “feel good” was not something Nic was unfamiliar with. It was how he found enough money for food and avoided sleeping on the street. The neko was not necessarily proud of what he did, but it worked.
“Oh ho?” Asked the catcher, still...

Making people “feel good” was not something Nic was unfamiliar with. It was how he found enough money for food and avoided sleeping on the street. The neko was not necessarily proud of what he did, but it worked.

“Oh ho?” Asked the catcher, still holding firmly to the boy as he dragged him down the street to the waiting van. “And how would you do that?”

He opened the back of the rusty van. One length of the interior was lined with crude mesh cages, each containing a neko crouched on all fours within their narrow confines. Eyes wide with fear, some hissed, others huddled behind their tails.

All of them regarded the newest addition.

“I…” Nic lost his voice in the presence of the others. He’d feel like a total whore saying what came next.

The catcher read his prey’s emotions and smirked. “Ah well. Into the van then. I’m sure X-Corp will pay a few dollars for the lot of you.”

As the man hefted Nic by a fist-full of hair into the bed of the van, Nic lost his reticence. “I’d suck your cock. I … I’d let you fuck me. Whatever you want.”

“Like I’d need you permission, you dumb fuck.” The catcher cast Nic down on the old carpet of the van interior. Coarsely he pulled Nic’s underwear and clothes away.

“Tell them.” He said, pointing at the other caged nekos. “Tell them what a whore you are.”

Face flushed red in humiliation, Nic glanced quickly at the others around him, feeling their stares, their judgement. If it let him escape, he’d do it. “I’m a —”

Nic yelped as the catcher entered him unprepared. The man loomed massive over him, pinning the neko to the ground and hammering his own cock within the youth’s ass.

“You’re what?”

Nic gasped and tried to find words.” I’m … a … slut …”

***

Oh hey look. I drew a thing.

Not as cathartic as I was hoping. But ah well. It is done now.

If you have not read them, there are two more parts to this story posted previously.

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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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Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings...

Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings from everyone in attendance, Thad quickly warmed up to the idea of mounting the toy.

His face flushed and he did his best to avoid eye contact with those around him. He didn’t really know any of them. Master invited them. Probably with the goal of being an audience for this. He tried to act nonchalant as he took the dildo slowly inside him.

Then the phone cameras came out. They were all filming his ordeal. Thad buried his face in the fur of the doll’s head, working his knees and hips. In and out. His own arousal was hidden from view, but firmly pressed against the tummy of the large pink doll.

“He likes it.” He heard his Master say. “This may become a nightly thing…”

***

Hey look. I can still draw. I even revisited an abandoned picture. Wow :o

Not too impressed by the story. Whatever. Yay me for drawing.

Character came out looking way too young :I

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He was a good boy!
Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a...
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He was a good boy!

Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.

At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.

All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.

In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.

Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side.

“Thirteen minutes.” Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, “That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?”

It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.

He was a good boy!

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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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I know that pic ^^ Here’s the associated story.
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...
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I know that pic ^^ Here’s the associated story.

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.”

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