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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
The voices of the bar’s patrons carried through the closed curtains. He felt so exposed - so stupid. The fact that no one could see him yet was of no consolation to Maddie.
The microphone stand awaited him, riveted to the floor with a large metal...

The voices of the bar’s patrons carried through the closed curtains. He felt so exposed - so stupid. The fact that no one could see him yet was of no consolation to Maddie.

The microphone stand awaited him, riveted to the floor with a large metal ring midway up its length. The top was crested with one of those classy 1920’s microphones. But Maddie did not feel classy. He felt like a tramp.

No matter how much he fiddled with the hem of his dress it refused to cover anything. Thankfully the pair of panties he wore was sufficient to leave him some small measure of dignity.

His owner loomed over him. Even in this idiotically tall heels Maddie was shorter than the man. “Show time, missy.” He intoned smuggly. God he hated how the man taunted him. When he couldn’t feel any lower, his Master found a way to push him down more.

Slowly the house lights dimmed and left the gritty bar in darkness. One by one the stage lights came on: pink, turquoise, purple. The curtains parted, displaying the microphone.

Taking Maddie by a fist full of hair, his Owner walked out onto stage. Given no real choice in the matter, Maddie followed, whimpering and shaking in terror. The heels made him take tiny, awkward steps, constantly teetering on the verge of falling. A few mocking applause echoed through the bar, but the most prominent noise was the laughter and chuckles of the crowd.

“Ms Maddie is going to sing us a few songs.” His Master announced with a condescending gesture before chaining Maddie’s wrists to the microphone stand.

Maddie clung to the stand for dear life, his breath caught in his chest, his knees threatening to give way. Would he remember the words? Would he just stand here and look stupid?

He felt the familiar hands on his hips and the strange sound of cutting. It was far too late when he realized that the man had just cut away his panties, his last shred of decency  Maddie instantly went hard to the laughter and derision of the audience.

But it did not end there. He could only squeak loudly as a vibrator was slipped between his cheeks and activated.

Yea… He wasn’t going to remember any of the lyrics. Just stand there and moan and whimper like a slut.

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Oh damn. I forgot to draw on a collar. Shame on me… Sorry. I’m not going back to change it. :S DEAL WITH IT.

Long story this time. I was in the mood. Pic is also really tall so I had to shrink it some. If people want the giant version I can probably find a way to share that.

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Walking through the door drew many club-goers’ gaze. More turned their heads when his owner lead him onto the dance floor by his short leather leash. The boy’s prissy attire and the humiliated way in which his eyes tried to focus on the floor and no...

Walking through the door drew many club-goers’ gaze. More turned their heads when his owner lead him onto the dance floor by his short leather leash. The boy’s prissy attire and the humiliated way in which his eyes tried to focus on the floor and no one else told everyone what was going on here.

The next song started and, after being severely encouraged by his master, the pallid boy began swaying at the hips, grinding up against the man, showing the crowd his bare torso. It was obvious that the whole experience had him ready to flee the scene at any moment, but he calmed when the man placed his hands on the boy’s hips.

The youth seemed to lose himself as his owner’s hands swam over the ocean of perfect skin, tweaking nipples and edging beneath his belt line. Indeed, the boy was oblivious of the man motioning for the crowd to come in closer and have a feel of the pristine specimen.

It was not until the pretty boy felt his pants drop down around his ankles that he opened his eyes and realized what was afoot. His face flushed red and he attempted to look away, but there was nowhere to look that did not contain a lecherous patron, smirking and fondling him as though he were nothing more than a toy for their enjoyment.

In near panic the boy turned to the man behind him, fear in his eyes. His owner simply smiled and kissed him, returning his hands to the boy’s hips in a low embrace. Again the youth melted at his owner’s touch. This was how he wanted to be used: as his master saw fit.

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Jezzy Petes. This image too FOREVER. From the poses until the finished piece it took … at least 5 months. Not so much because the subject was hard, but because I wanted to be in the right mood for it. I think it was worth the wait. This is pretty gorgeous.

And yay for anonymous cutout gropers. I’ll be damned if I draw actual people for this pic.

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