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The bulk of the man knelt down over his fallen form and untied the remaining ropes that held Fallon immobile. He only had a few moments to stretch his sore limbs before fiercely strong arms twisted him into another position and bound him...

The bulk of the man knelt down over his fallen form and untied the remaining ropes that held Fallon immobile. He only had a few moments to stretch his sore limbs before fiercely strong arms twisted him into another position and bound him anew.

Ensnaring a fistful of hair between gloved fingers, his captor jerked him up to a kneeling position. Fallon whimpered at the mistreatment, mewling for some kind of respite. His whole body was aglow with a hundred different aches.

Blearily, Fallon looked up at the dark clad man who seemed to tower ever-higher above him. Pointing outward between the zipper of his coveralls was his cock: erect and seeping precum. Fallon’s eyes flashed wide at the sight of it.

“Wha–” Further words were cut short and Fallon found his face pressed roughly against the crotch of his captor; sweat and musk filled his quivering nostrils.

“If I so much as feel teeth, boy, you’ll be regretting it for a long time.” Came the man’s sickly-sweet voice: firm and commanding but soft and almost friendly. He knew he had all the power in this situation - it was simply up to Fallon to comply.

Oh god, the teen thought in terror, sizing up the member that was rubbed against he side of his face. He’d never even had a blow job before. But now this guy expected him to dish one out? Fallon couldn’t deny that he’d always wanted to try it but this was not the setting he had intended.

Timidly Fallon opened his mouth and let his tongue touch the side of the cock, his eyes darting to the man for any sign he was doing something wrong. He felt his heart beat faster and a flush of blood to his own privates. Daring a bit more, Fallon took a little of the cock head into his mouth, totally uncertain as to what he was doing. He could taste the precum on his tongue and tried not to make a face at the sensation.

Then, gingerly, he began to bob his face back and forth across the sizable length of the man’s prick. Fallon could feel the flesh twitching beneath his lips and hear the man’s heavy grunts. He felt an odd twinge of pride - he must be doing reasonably well then.

That was not the case, however. Still holding Fallon by his blond locks, the man thrust his hips forward slightly, shoving more than a mouthful of sweat-smelling cock into the teen’s mouth. Fallon gagged loudly and struggled to pull away to gasp for air, tears immediately rushing to the corners of his eyes.

“Deeper, fagot. You want air you’d better take more fucking quick.”


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Special thanks to Mark for his suggestions and input on this pic. Having evil brains to collaborate with makes drawing fun. <grins>

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“Hey, Piper.” Byron jostled the youth sitting across the aisle from him with his foot, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
The other teen had been lost in thought, staring blindly out the window of the train car. He jumped at the prodding. “Wha?”
“Gimme...

“Hey, Piper.” Byron jostled the youth sitting across the aisle from him with his foot, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

The other teen had been lost in thought, staring blindly out the window of the train car. He jumped at the prodding. “Wha?”

“Gimme your pants.”

“Wh… what?!” Piper hissed his heart beating a timorous pace. He clenched his knees together defensively, already feeling his cock go rigid inside his knickerbockers. Right here? He thought with a mixture of horror and excitement.

It only took a sideways glance to see that Kirt and Wayan were nodding in agreement, exchanging looks and snickering. All three of the boys knew of his ‘oddities’ to varying degrees. He called them oddities since he had no idea what else to call it.

It wasn’t just that he was gay. In sixth grade he had shown the others something he’d uncovered from his dad’s porn collection. It was called a blow-job. And while the others felt rather uncomfortable giving them to each other, the trio seemed quite content to let Piper perfect the procedure on them.

Wayan had been the first to find Piper frantically jerking-off in a bathroom stall, that he had failed to lock, after a particularly humiliating de-pantsing in gym class. A memory that still flustered the teen. The others had found out in other situations on their own in time.

Knowing full well that Piper got off on it and being teenage boys it seemed to naturally fall into place that they would force him into these embarrassing situations. And it was times like these that he both dreaded and prayed for repeats of. It was all good natured fun, of course, but that knowledge did little to dim the redness of his cheeks or the loud whimper that followed.

“Lose 'em, P.” Kirt chimed in with mock bravado. “Or we’ll take them ourselves.” It was a threat that they had made good on several times before much to Piper’s chagrin.

Eyes drifting down to his belt, Piper chew nervously on his lips. “But … but I’m not wearing underwear.” He said in a low voice.

The trio laughed loudly. “Should have thought about that before you left home!”

Piper was about to argue further when Bryon leapt across the aisle at him, pinning him to his seat.

“Get ‘im!”

The others didn’t need any further goading and were on him, laughing and trying their best to strip Piper’s flailing legs of their garments. It only took a few moments but the scuffle managed to attract the attention of virtually the entire train car.

Piper giggled loudly, grinning like a drunken fool as he was shoved out into the center aisle. The heat emanating from his face was almost unbearable. He scrambled to get a grip on the edges of his bright yellow jacket and force it down over his crotch, trying to hide the seeping arousal between his legs. His efforts only managed to expose his ass to everyone behind him. 

The laughs of several passengers sent him scrambling back from his own row, trying to hide amidst his friends. “Alright, now give ‘em back, guys!” He said, making a grab for his pants which Wayan immediately pulled away.

“Maybe after the movie. If you’re good.”

“Yea, we already know you’re gunna be jerking off the whole movie anyways. This way you won’t ruin your pants.” Byron laughed in mock insult, still smiling.

“Fuck you!” Piper shouted back, half laughing – half desperation. They knew him too well…


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This pic went through about a dozen different mental incarnations before I finally settled on something. Still some issues with it - I wish I could have been bothered to finish shading the background but … this is me we’re talking about. :p

I hate Spongebob…

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Pinned to the ground, all Fallon could see between the frantic flailing of his legs and arms was the face of that smiling teddy bear decal leering down at the him with its paint peeling from it’s cheeks like some kind of leprous lecher.
“Help!!” He...

Pinned to the ground, all Fallon could see between the frantic flailing of his legs and arms was the face of that smiling teddy bear decal leering down at the him with its paint peeling from it’s cheeks like some kind of leprous lecher.

“Help!!” He shouted, his voice echoing through the night calm of the city park.

Lashing backwards with his foot he managed to connect with the back of his attack. He heard an “oof” and felt the weight on his back lighten. Glancing back over his shoulder quickly the youth had no time to react to the balled fist that suddenly came into his view, bashing him up the side of the head.

The blow stunned him and Fallon only saw stars, oblivious to his head connecting with the pavement beneath him.

The man took advantage of the teen’s stupor and hungrily set back to work. Fallon could dimly make out the distinctive sound of duct tape being unraveled and felt his arms being forced back and bound. 

A low moan was the last sound to issue forth from his lips before a foul-tasting rag was stuffed into his mouth and sealed with tape.

Though he was rapidly regaining his senses from the powerful blow Fallon frantically realized that he was now helpless. The final bond wrapped around his ankles with all the finality of the words “the end.”

Then, as though the boy were nothing more than a dufflebag, the man hefted Fallon up off the ground with a single arm. He took a few short steps to the waiting van and threw open the back door, casting the mocking face of the teddy bear aside and presenting Fallon with the almost palpable gloom of the vehicle’s interior.

A hundred panicked pleadings filled Fallon’s mind. My parents will be looking for me! My friends are right behind me, they’ll be here any minute! My Dad has a lot of money! Is that what you want? Let me go and they’ll pay you! I finally got a date with Ashley Daniels this weekend, we’re going to the Homecoming Dance! My brother came down from Denver to see me play in the game tomorrow!

Instead he could only issue a muffled yelp as the man hurled him into the back and sealed the doors.


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No, that’s not my stalker van in the background. Mine has “Free Candy” written on the side. :p

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Valentine is a crafty pup. He hand-made all of his gear and gave it his personal twist. As much as he enjoys being a good pup, he enjoys the excuse to be in public to show off his creations - much to the envy of many other competitors.
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Something...

Valentine is a crafty pup. He hand-made all of his gear and gave it his personal twist. As much as he enjoys being a good pup, he enjoys the excuse to be in public to show off his creations - much to the envy of many other competitors.

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Something new for the The Dog Show. Its been a while since I’ve drawn anything for that. This drawing came together really quickly. I really like the end result. Cute, smug, with awesome hair.

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“Too small… Dammit!” Cherubino cursed, tossing the wind-up key aside where it landed with a heavy, metallic clank amidst half a dozen of its brethren.
It had to be here somewhere, he thought. He was certain he had seen the Master put the key in this...

“Too small… Dammit!” Cherubino cursed, tossing the wind-up key aside where it landed with a heavy, metallic clank amidst half a dozen of its brethren.

It had to be here somewhere, he thought. He was certain he had seen the Master put the key in this lockbox among all the other wind-up keys. But he had been in such a state last time that the boy had not bothered to notice what the blasted thing even looked like.

He slumped a pouting face down into the palms of his hands and sighed loudly. There had to be a hundred of those things in there and he had only begun to scratch the surface. Well, no matter. The Master was out for the afternoon and he had nothing better to do with his time.

Cherubino peered momentarily over the lip of the lockbox before grabbing the nearest of the keys.

Bending over and thrusting his rear into the air the boy fumbled with the awkwardly large, golden shaft as he attempted to find his keyhole. Almost, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and shoving.

While some of the other keys had been much too large and stretched him wide, it was only a momentary discomfort before his body adjusted back to its original form. This key was no exception for, in spite of his forceful attempt, it did not sit snugly inside him. Why the hell did that man own so many of these stupid things?!

Cherubino stuck out his lower lip in frustration before jerking the wind-up key out. It came free with a wet, sucking sound and the boy quivered in spite of himself.

Again he returned to the box and selected another key. This one was gold with a few numbers etched into the handle in the Master’s familiar script. Once more he assumed the position and eased the key in between his legs. It slid in almost seamlessly, grazing the sides just enough to make him whimper and groan needily. Finally a familiar clicking sound rang out as the key latched itself in place.

“Ooooh yes.” He gleefully giggled. It was awkward going but he managed to reach behind himself and force the key in one full turn. Cherubino was hard immediately and shaking with over-stimulation.

“No cumming for a week, sir? I think not!” He cackled and set about turning the key again.

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Yay! What a marathon >_> I can’t believe how long this beast took to produce. But it was worth it. And screw you, background, you get no color!

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