Kind of the opposite of a chastity device… But a useful toy I drew all the same.
Used here.
“Harder, you little shit.” Garret barked, his teeth gritted in a wolfish grin. He flexed a rippling bicep, drawing Baker’s reddening face closer.
“I…I’m trying!” panted Baker. “I can’t feel anything!”
Garret shrugged his massive shoulders. “The fuck do I care? You wanted to be closer to this.” He spread his arms wide, displaying his naked torso. The twink could smell his sweat. “Get close.”
My third character in the Dungeons and Dragons campaign, Hoard of the Dragon Queen.
The drawing started as a fairly tame sketch of Mads Mikkelsen and rapidly devolved into a Hellraiser cenobite…
Character deaths and spoilers follow in addition to backstory.
This one has been used most recently here.
I think it needs more chains and locks to keep it in place. Perhaps one around the waist, and one up between the buttocks.
And finished.
That’s two and a half characters completed for this massive piece :p The premise being a set of yuppie parents who were contented to only have a dog. But two accidents later and they have kids they don’t know what to do with.
The dog is the only one with a name. The others are “the boy” and “the girl.” The dog gets real food, a bedroom, a bed, dignity.
So the image will be a family portrait.
Headcage based on a cool piece I’ve seen pop up on Insex a couple times.
I could not settle on a version I liked best. So I posted all three.
Originally just a body exploration drawing, this picture is proof that I have no idea what I am doing when I sit down to draw. It went from “I want tentacles instead of a cock” to “Day of the Tentacle tattoo!” to “I want to draw it like a Mucha poster” to “Hey, didn’t Wilbur Whateley have tentacles from the waist down? Maybe this is his perfected child.”
Wilbur Whateley Jr. Beautiful, horrible, doom of the earth, spoiled brat. “Wait until my grandfather arrives. Then you’ll be sorry!”