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There are all manner of creature comforts provided to the denizens of the Chateau de Silling. From concerts to dinner parties, there were really no limits to what they could turn from simple civility into wicked debauchery.
One such example was the...

There are all manner of creature comforts provided to the denizens of the Chateau de Silling. From concerts to dinner parties, there were really no limits to what they could turn from simple civility into wicked debauchery.

One such example was the art show presented by one member, Mark Saud. A series of aesthetic and erotic works entwining boyflesh with canvas, plaster and metal to produce an amazing display of skill. Though the show only ran for three nights, the Chateau de Silling was filled to bursting with interested viewers, many of whom asked to purchase the pieces or even for an extension to the show dates.

A popular and oft-visited piece was Derriere Ensnared. A small sign beside the gilded frame encouraged passers by to feel free to add to the work at their leisure but not to touch. By the end of the third night the canvas and its occupant were virtually painted over in the seed of the Chateau’s patrons.

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Just a quick random pic I threw together today. It was an accident really, I had another picture I was working on and would have rather finished but this one managed to take over my day.

The cum is HobbitDragon’s fault. He suggested Jackson Pollock painting with cum. It looks like nothing Pollock ever did at all … but the idea was his fault. :p

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It was almost midnight and Piper had rushed to get dressed again so that he would not be too late for his parents’ curfew. He hadn’t really thought much of the note that He pressed into the his hand before Piper had turned and sprinted down the...

It was almost midnight and Piper had rushed to get dressed again so that he would not be too late for his parents’ curfew. He hadn’t really thought much of the note that He pressed into the his hand before Piper had turned and sprinted down the street.

‘Open it at 10am tomorrow.’ He had said.

Piper cast another anxious glance at the wall-mounted clock. It was in the midst of Mister Bittershaum’s economics class. Half the students there were staring bleary eyed at the board and stocky, clean cut teacher at the head of the room as he explained more rubbish.

Since first thing that morning he had been tempted to simply open the note and see what it was He wanted. There was no way He’d know and the suspense was killing him. But a sense of duty and loyalty stayed his hand until the prescribed time.

He’d been given similar notes before with similar instructions. Usually they contained something like 'sleep only in your collar’ or 'take a piss in a public park’ or even 'wear a dildo to supper.’ Each task Piper had plied himself to eagerly, pleased for a chance to carry some of the fulfillment and order that many of their evenings together contained into his daily life.

Finally the minute hand edged it’s way to the vertical position. Heady with excitement Piper unfolded the note and read the neat, crisp script. He blushed almost instantly and felt himself sink down in his desk. Heart beating a terrible pace he tried to hide the tent that had formed at the crotch of his trousers.

The note read: 

'Jerk off. Now. Don’t clean it up. -Sir.’

“Shit.” He whimpered under his breath, eyes glancing at the students sitting so closely around him.

This was too much, he thought. He’d get caught and how would he explain that? He was asking too much this time. But all the same, why was he so hard and so very turned-on.

Piper gnawed on his lower lip as he looked around one more time. No one was watching, let alone fully conscious. Timidly he slipped a hand under the desk and set to work on his zipper.

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Very few viewers of the gallery bothered to stop and consider the lilies and the large quantity of water that was necessary to keep them alive and in full bloom. But with his bowels filled with water and precum from his overstimulated prostate...

Very few viewers of the gallery bothered to stop and consider the lilies and the large quantity of water that was necessary to keep them alive and in full bloom. But with his bowels filled with water and precum from his overstimulated prostate dripping down his face, the human vase was perfectly aware of how much water was required.

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First flowers I’ve ever drawn. They look plastic and fake. OH WELL. They’re not the focus of the pic.

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He had a name once. Maybe. He probably had coherent thoughts at some point too. Thoughts that didn’t involve “I wanna cum” or “I’m gunna cum again!” But that was neither here nor there. 

He’d lost all that some time ago. Probably around his thirteenth orgasm on the second day. He was cut off from his surroundings. From his body. He had no idea what was going on down there from day to day. Just that it didn’t seem to ever stop. And those few times when it did, he longed for it to start again.

It became his whole world. He didn’t understand the why. He didn’t need to, he just needed to get off. All the time.

He was just a cog, a part of a bigger machine. He didn’t even care about that. It wouldn’t have mattered if he did. There was no escaping his predicament. Just riding wave after wave of intense climaxes until he wept and his cock spasmed fruitlessly to the pumping of uncaring machinery.

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Hey. Remember me? I draw porn. Have some porn. Two at once!

And yea, 24600 looks kind of lost in his portrait. Who knew that horniness and climaxes made people stupid.

Oh wait. We’ve always known that.

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Whew… This pic almost didn’t happen. I got stalled out bad but HobbitDragon came to the rescue with some tentacle drawing love.
It’s a scene from the collab he and I have been writing - August’s showery encounter with hot jock Roth.
I’m really happy...

Whew… This pic almost didn’t happen. I got stalled out bad but HobbitDragon came to the rescue with some tentacle drawing love.

It’s a scene from the collab he and I have been writing - August’s showery encounter with hot jock Roth.

I’m really happy with August but Roth has issues :p He’s also one of the few times I’ve tried to draw a guy with some muscle on him so I suppose it’s excusable. I think the shading was the larger issue. <shrugs> Ah well, August came out cute and he’s the one that matters.

Note: At this point in the story August’s hair is still black. I wanted to do it white but HobbitDragon totally twisted my arm and pushed me down. ;)

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