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It had been almost a full week since his stomach had swelled up like that of a pregnant woman. It was tender and sore and August found himself constantly suffering from cramps. On more than one occasion he was certain he had felt something move there...

It had been almost a full week since his stomach had swelled up like that of a pregnant woman. It was tender and sore and August found himself constantly suffering from cramps. On more than one occasion he was certain he had felt something move there inside him.

Doctor West had said that the bloating about the boy’s stomach was more than likely something he had eaten recently or gas, surely not a tumor or anything serious. “Keep an eye on it and if things don’t get better in a week we’ll take you in for an ultrasound. Probably just gas.” He had said reassuringly.

This was not gas and in that moment in the hall August’s suspicions were confirmed. Something within him heaved and the boy doubled over there in the halls in pain and horror, clutching at his mid-section. It squirmed and scurried about his guts, like feelers stretching out through all his body.

Then it happened. August screamed loudly as he felt something force its way out from between his legs. Then another and another. The boy’s shrill cry echoed through the corridors of the school as he felt certain that he was going to be torn in half. Blood trickled down his thigh as, through squinted eyes, August saw the cause of his stomach pains…

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Inspired by the previous emo boys tentacle kiss.

Yet another pic ruined by a crap background. Its missing the crowd, the full color background, slimy tentacles, blood trickling down the leg and a few other things. But again, I reached the point where it was either stop now or I will throw the picture as I try to add more.

I spent ages on this one toying with color schemes and changes to my overall drawing style. I’m rather pleased with the boy. Its one of those pictures where I sit back, look at it and think to myself, “I drew *that*?”

If that’s not ego, I don’t know what is. :p

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The song that the cartoon fox had broken out into was coming to a close as he feverishly worked his hand up and down. His face was beat red and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, mingling with the nervous sweat that covered his exposed body.
He...

The song that the cartoon fox had broken out into was coming to a close as he feverishly worked his hand up and down. His face was beat red and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, mingling with the nervous sweat that covered his exposed body.

He was really doing it! 

Here he was sitting in a theater full of children and their parents, stroking his privates on the verge of climaxing like it was nothing taboo. He was painstakingly making sure that things went just as the list from his Master had instructed him.

The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. People would see, the police would be called. He was going to be caught. The thought terrified him almost as much as it excited him - intensifying every touch of his hand against his firm flesh.

There were still other tasks after this one. More indignities and indecencies. All they would cost were the last vestiges of his self respect. But for his Master he’d give up everything.

Teeth bore into his lower lip, trying to quiet the heavy breathing, the moan caught at the back of his throat, the orgasm itself. Adrenaline mingled with pleasure as he felt his self-control vanishing…

“Ooh … fuck yea …”


***

Very softcore, I know. What is wrong with me? <snickers> I’m allowed to do something different on occasion!

Again with the horrid backgrounds! Oh how I hate backgrounds! But the presence of people was integral to the scene so I spent a hell of a lot longer than I intended to and you still get cardboard cut-out people. Add to that the clothes and we find that I spent all weekend on this pic! Oye…

Now I remember why I prefer boys naked … among other reasons ;)

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Drip drip drip.
The constant resonance of the spillage from his bladder down the tube roughly shoved up his length resounded through the small concrete cellar. With no lubrication he had screamed and squirmed as the catheter was inserted but the dull...

Drip drip drip.


The constant resonance of the spillage from his bladder down the tube roughly shoved up his length resounded through the small concrete cellar. With no lubrication he had screamed and squirmed as the catheter was inserted but the dull throb of his privates was nothing to compare with the icy pain of chest.

Every movement tugged at bruised and violated muscle. When he would drift off he would shock himself awake screaming as he strained the hooks cutting deep into his flesh. The warm trickle of his life blood pattered on his thighs even still, the wounds refusing to knit.

How long had it been, he wondered. Hours? Days? He was weak, thirsty and exhausted. Had he been forgotten? Is that why he still lingered here? The man had been to calculating and prepared to have simply forgotten him.

And yet … the thought gnawed at his mind. Was this how it was going to end? That was what really terrified him - to die here, a meaningless, unnoticed death.

“Oh god! Come back! Don’t leave me here, please! I’ll do anything you want!” He cries carried far above the drip.


***

There are a couple pictures I’ve skipped along the way posting old stuff. Some of these I can’t in good conscience show off. They’re pretty awful.

PS, its a catheter in his penis, not a worm. >_>

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Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all...

Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all and had even stolen some of Saint Nick’s cookies.

The jolly old Master had finally had enough. The elf had to go and he knew just the house to send him to.

In the dead of night, as Monty slept, Santa and his most trusted elfslaves crept into the boy’s dorms. A smelly rag coated in chloroform smothered over the elf’s face by Santa himself left Monty limp as a rag.

Binding him tightly and throwing him in the trunk of the sleigh, Santa hitched up the elves and away they flew to a certain house. Chains were lashed about, decorations were added and a few boxes of Santa’s ‘special’ toys were laid out in neat packages beneath it all.

Dawn was coming and there were many other houses to visit. Chuckling to himself, Santa smiled wickedly. Mister X would be so surprised…


***

Kind of a weak story… but originally I wasn’t going to write anything at all.

This is not a celebratory picture. For the record, I loathe Christmas. 

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Old art.
Getting the idea I drew dark stuff ages ago? :p
So all you get is my take on all the contortion pics I’ve seen. Contortion is so much easier to do when there are no bones stopping you from making a twisted human pretzel. Just need a little...

Old art.

Getting the idea I drew dark stuff ages ago? :p

So all you get is my take on all the contortion pics I’ve seen. Contortion is so much easier to do when there are no bones stopping you from making a twisted human pretzel. Just need a little rope to keep the pretzel in place.

His limbs are meant to look broken and bent at semi-odd angles but still straight since they all have strain on them.

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Old art
The fae had glanced up plaintively when He entered the bedroom. Tentacles coiled about pale flesh and hefted him up into the air. The boy’s only response was a defeated whimper. He knew he was no match for the warlock’s power and strength,...

Old art

The fae had glanced up plaintively when He entered the bedroom. Tentacles coiled about pale flesh and hefted him up into the air. The boy’s only response was a defeated whimper. He knew he was no match for the warlock’s power and strength, especially with his beautiful wings now severed.

He asked no questions as the bleak one’s slimy appendages carried him closer to the grizzly, demonic face. It was in vain all the same. The fiend’s visits, while unexpected, were all for the same goal.

“My mana sssssupply growssss low, little fly.” The dark mage hissed through a grin of shark teeth. Inches from the boy’s face he chuckled. “Good thing I have you.”

With his wings removed Limpin was grounded, as were his magical powers. The energy boiled within him, unable to escape through normal use. To one who knew how it was easily tapped though. Extreme amounts of pain turned the fae into a veritable well of energy.

“Have I sssshown you my leech collection?”

***

Pretty heavy ero-guro stuff from my early days.

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Old art
The boy had been told to stay away from the deep waters. It was the source of the bountiful harvests of fish that their nets regularly took in. Though it was the deep waters that the fish came from, the people only fished in the shallows, “so...


Old art

The boy had been told to stay away from the deep waters. It was the source of the bountiful harvests of fish that their nets regularly took in. Though it was the deep waters that the fish came from, the people only fished in the shallows, “so that the deep water would continue to bless them.”

The time of his coming of age ritual was at hand and in order to prove himself the boy decided to do something very stupid: he went fishing in the deep water. He reasoned to himself that there must truly be great fish in that deep abyss to provide so many large fish that they retrieved from the shores.

It was then that he discovered the true source of the fish. His boat overturned and impaled on his own hook, the boy was dragged blubbering and screaming through the water by an unseen attacker before finding himself on the shores of an unknown island. His captor, a horrific amalgamation of human and otherwordly, a deep one, croaked and pointed inland. Gasping for air, he could only cower in terror as he gazed upon the stone edifice of the Temple of Father Dagon.

The Deep Ones would remind him and the village who was the shepherd and who was the herd.

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The boy started as a pony boy and through a series of slight changes ended up like this, all in an attempt to salvage the image and keep me from killing it off (cuz I really like his body :p).

Be warned, a lot of my early stuff had guro-esque themes.

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