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Dagotto. That was his name now. He didn’t know what it meant. It was some kind of Swedish word. All Matt knew was it was tattooed on the back of his neck. It was also all his Master ever called him now.
In the months leading up to the surgery they...

Dagotto. That was his name now. He didn’t know what it meant. It was some kind of Swedish word. All Matt knew was it was tattooed on the back of his neck. It was also all his Master ever called him now.

In the months leading up to the surgery they visited many tattoo and piercing parlors. Each time he felt more and more ashamed going out in public as piercings proliferated and tattoos of offensive words encroached on spaces of skin that had once been just “empty canvas” as Sir was fond of saying. It made him feel sub-human.

The days of “people” time were becoming fewer and fewer. Dagotto, as he was always called, spent much of that time on all fours, his former clothing and possessions locked away in a trunk upstairs. The trunk was only opened for the occasions on which Sir took him out in public. But, even then, he never had a choice in what he wore.

While Sir was at work, Dagotto lounged around the house listlessly. He knew there were cameras - everywhere - so that Master could supervise him, ensure he was safe. He went out through the doggie door to piss on the big maple in the backyard. The TV only ever had porn on it, a lot of which was actually OF Matt. That made him horny, a lot. Everything did. He wanted to hump anything within reach all of the time. Dagotto knew it had to be something in his food, changing his personality and his desires.

And he was okay with that. He welcomed it. Dagotto pined for the moments when Sir was at home. Moments when he could “exist” for his Owner. He welcomed the changes too. And the changes yet to come. The surgery.

Weeks later Matt finally learned the meaning of his new name. “Dagotto means footstool,” said Sir, minutes before the boy went under the anesthesia. “I found it in an Ikea catalog.”

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This pic started out as so many different things XD A footrest, a puppy pic, a sissy pic, an amputee pic. And it changed a ton along the way. So many details came and went. Ultimately it became a showcase pic for some cool pet gear. Poodle tails! This is definitely one of my busiest pics.

Thanks to Jenny for her input. Even if it did result in numerous revisions and re-visitations  XD

I so want to tattoo a pup with text in that font. Does that make me a bad man?

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Unlike many other competitors, Jakester has a lot more at stake in this year’s show: his chastity. It has been eight months since his Owner allowed him his last proper orgasm, and and it may be another year before this frisky young pup gets the...

Unlike many other competitors, Jakester has a lot more at stake in this year’s show: his chastity. It has been eight months since his Owner allowed him his last proper orgasm, and and it may be another year before this frisky young pup gets the sexual release he pines for. He’s optimistic and his owner says, “If he really wants it, he’ll win. But sometimes I wonder if he’d stay this way forever.”

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So yea … that’s really hot. One of my top fantasies. *chuckles* I love climax control and everything involved with it. Its awesome to meet people who share those kinks.

This may be a pic of a real person I recently met and think rather highly of. MAYBE.

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His knees quaked and his arms strained. Sweat glistened on bare skin as Prescott drew panicky, shallow breaths. Every few minutes for the last hour the rope had winched a little higher, forcing the youth up off of the chair.
How long had it been?...

His knees quaked and his arms strained. Sweat glistened on bare skin as Prescott drew panicky, shallow breaths. Every few minutes for the last hour the rope had winched a little higher, forcing the youth up off of the chair.

How long had it been? Prescott was almost glad he couldn’t see a clock. To watch each minute go by agonizingly, with no certainty of his future here. It was almost better to not know. Almost.

By holding himself awkwardly aloft he diminished the substantial agony in his nethers, which had turned an angry purple some time ago. Unfortunately, raising himself thus also push him against a rope deviously wound about his neck, making each breath feel labored and exhausting.

Mister Gutreich left the room some time ago, which terrified Prescott all the more. What if he lost his footing and fell? Would he just dangle there by his family jewels or would their be a sickening pop and then … nothing?

Prescott didn’t want to think about it but, at that very moment, there was nothing more pressing on his mind.

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Well I’m getting shit for sleep tonight. I hope you all appreciate the pains I take to post my work for you ;)

Technically this is part 3 of the adventures of Prescott. Part 2 is still a work in progress… But I was never one for linear storytelling. Be happy I managed to revisit him at all.

His proportions seem a little smaller than the first drawing but - hey - you can at least tell he’s the same person (I hope). The story is not the best but I’m falling asleep at the keyboard. I’ll touch it up tomorrow.

Also, y!gallery, please don’t be broken again :p

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They called him the Flesh Farmer, though his name was Karloth Kurtz. Few people in the back alleys of London knew or even cared to know his true name. All they needed to know was that he payed very well for fresh flesh and that he was to be...

They called him the Flesh Farmer, though his name was Karloth Kurtz. Few people in the back alleys of London knew or even cared to know his true name. All they needed to know was that he payed very well for fresh flesh and that he was to be feared.

Urchins and work-house rats and runaways were fair game, nobody would miss them when they disappeared. They’d find their way onto Karloth’s damp and dreary operating table. None walked away without some wild and drastic change. Some never walked away at all.

When the stitches healed and the scars paled Kurtz would unveil them at his gala'ball’ - really just a sick parody of the glamorous parties held by the city’s elite. Only the most perverse or monstrous individuals were invited to the ball where they were allowed to bid for the twisted mockeries of humanity that Karloth paraded before them.

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If this isn’t your thing then you probably should look away now. :p

I hope we all remember the good doctor from ages ago. I’ve been wanting to invest in a slight return to some of my older, darker stuff. And he seemed like a good way to do that. This is definitely darker than recent imagery. 

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Ellie likes to think she is the bee’s knees when she has the whole of the apartment to romp about in. Even in this year’s Show you can see her swagger down the aisles. Its times like those that she is reminded how little control she has by the hands...

Ellie likes to think she is the bee’s knees when she has the whole of the apartment to romp about in. Even in this year’s Show you can see her swagger down the aisles. Its times like those that she is reminded how little control she has by the hands of her Master and a flogger. Afterwards she is ever-so-good, until he goes off to work or looks away and the cycle renews.

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Lots of portraits lately. But they’re good practice and they are for a good cause. The Show. >3

I love Ellie’s pixie cut. The fact that she plays the 50’s domestic role while being a Star Trek geek is adorable.

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Jessica is a surprise entrant to the Show. Her Owner was completely unaware of the kinky side lurking behind her innocent exterior until a recent conversation revealed everything. He was happy to indulge His pet, and entered her at the last...

Jessica is a surprise entrant to the Show. Her Owner was completely unaware of the kinky side lurking behind her innocent exterior until a recent conversation revealed everything. He was happy to indulge His pet, and entered her at the last minute.

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I’m on a roll this weekend. These two current pics are some of my best lines and color yet. Go me. :D

Thanks to Jessica for volunteering to have her face used for nefarious purposes XD Apparently I gave her too much credit for her unsullied and seraphic appearance, for somewhere inside burns the heart of a kinkster. >3

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Prescott swallowed nervously.
His mouth was painfully dry. He wasn’t sure what was stuff in there, pressing against his tongue dryly, held in place with a dirty rag over his mouth. He couldn’t see in the dark of the room he was in. A massive headache...

Prescott swallowed nervously.

His mouth was painfully dry. He wasn’t sure what was stuff in there, pressing against his tongue dryly, held in place with a dirty rag over his mouth. He couldn’t see in the dark of the room he was in. A massive headache still thundered beneath his beanie, probably some kind of side-effect to that crap Mr. Gutreich had shoved in his face before he blacked out.

Shit! Mr. Gutreich! That fucker was responsible!

Prescott had been cutting through the man’s big, fenced backyard like he normally did to get home. (Much to the bastard’s numerous complaints. Its not like he was hurting anything, he avoided the plants and shit) But then, as he passed one of the tall shrubs, there was Mr. Gutreich, a fierce scowl on his face and a rag of something in his hand. It all went black after that.

He squirmed against the tight bonds holding him in place. Nothing, he was fixed to the spot. That realization caused a stiffening in the crotch of his pants. 

Fuck, he thought. This was not the place for /that/ interest to become public knowledge. He had to be figuring out how to get out of here! How to escape and tell the authorities what a sick fuck Gutreich was.

His train of thought was derailed by the sound of a door opening and blinding light spilled into the room.

“I asked nicely. Now I’m going to make sure you stay off my lawn, kid…”

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Yay, got the colors right again. I keep straying from how I prefer to color. I get lazy and sloppy and then a pic like this comes along and corrects that.

Fun pic. It came out exactly as I wanted it to. It originally started out as a response to people who said my characters were getting too ‘old’ looking. Because 20 is so ancient XD By my visual chronometer, I’d say this guy is somewhere between 16-18.

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Darty is still not really sure how he ended up in the Show. His weakness is that the moment he gets slightly aroused or embarrassed he starts blushing. At that point he is putty in the hands of anyone willing to take advantage. In this case he found...

Darty is still not really sure how he ended up in the Show. His weakness is that the moment he gets slightly aroused or embarrassed he starts blushing. At that point he is putty in the hands of anyone willing to take advantage. In this case he found himself on all fours with a tail plug up his ass surrounded by other pets. How does he get into these predicaments?

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Just a single face this time around. I’m pretty strapped for time lately and attempting anything more complex right now is out of the question.

This is was a cheer-up present for Darty and it came out really damnably cute. He’s Mister Blushes-at-Absolutely-Everything. If I colored the collar differently he’d look like a proper Chippendale dancer.

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Biker babe, belle of the ball, or beach bombshell; he will do it all. I just have to tell him which to be. But that’s what you do with dress-up dolls.
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Alliteration!
Not room for stories with these styles of pics, but they’re fun to do. A good...

Biker babe, belle of the ball, or beach bombshell; he will do it all. I just have to tell him which to be. But that’s what you do with dress-up dolls.

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Alliteration!

Not room for stories with these styles of pics, but they’re fun to do. A good chance to flaunt some fashion design, paper-doll style. :D I enjoy clothing, so if you don’t then I apologize.

The model should look familiar: once again I volunteered Steven/Roland to be my muse. *chuckles*

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