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“Give me a D! Give me a U”

He stood in line with the parade formation, his arms and legs flailing around in various poses in unison with the other girls in the practice hall. He didn’t know why he had let himself get talked into this to begin with, coach was pushing him too far.

“Give us an N! Now a W!”

Between his poses and the excited shouts of the team captain one could make out perhaps the slight metal clang if you listened closely, the small device securely fastened between his legs not going anywhere any time soon. After 6 months the strain was starting to get to him. But coach had him securely under his thumb and wouldn’t let up. “If you will do anything for release, join the cheerleaders, I’ll make sure to watch you closely at the basketball game when you perform”

He mentally cursed himself for saying such a careless thing.

“Give me an I! And a C, girls! Come on!”

His face flushed at that. He felt humiliated, the top was too small, barely covering his lean and toned torso, but the skirt was what really did it for him, knowing the locked cage between his thighs, and coach had confiscated his underwear. Punishment for losing the last soccer game, as well as being made to cheerlead right now. The other girls all cast him a glace when he showed up in the gymnasium, noticing his shaved legs and body, let alone the fact he was joining them, uniform and all. Some of them smirked, some checked him out, feeling their gazes boring into him as he tried to not look anyone in the eye.

“Now the H! Come on now lift those legs for a big finish! And hold!”

He felt his heart pounding so hard in his chest at that, he thought everyone could hear it. He dropped the pose with a wince, a little jingle of metal and huge blush across his face, some of the others cast him an odd look, as he hung his head to avoid eye contact. The team leader frowned.

“Come on, James, keep it up; don’t make everyone start again.” Which got him some dirty glances.

“I-I’m sorry: my leg kinda cramped…” 

She nodded slowly. “Well…” She paused. “Make sure your muscles don’t lock up next time.” she said, flatly, looking directly into his eyes. He swallowed nervously and nodded, quickly averting his eyes. 

“Okay, girls, now spin! Bend … and up! Now pyramid! James, you’re up top!”

He went white as a sheet.


I had a terrible case of blue balls in the hospital. I think that was worse than the misery of recovering from major surgery (the short version is that once again they could not find a cause).

But it did strongly inspire me to draw. I spent two different nights working on his face and was just about to give up. Thankfully Danahume made a good case for one last try (it was her suggestion that started the whole pic).

The uniform is a reference to an older drawing I did.

The awesome story text was provided by Minx.

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I finished this two months ago and never posted it…
This was the originally intended version of the beach pic. I got sidetracked :p
Doctor and tests came back negative on my arm. They have no idea what is going on, which is lovely. So I’m trying to...

I finished this two months ago and never posted it…

This was the originally intended version of the beach pic. I got sidetracked :p

Doctor and tests came back negative on my arm. They have no idea what is going on, which is lovely. So I’m trying to transition to hobbies that don’t rely on my hand so much. I’m just assuming they won’t figure it out. Yay pessimism. 

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The parking break ratcheted with ominous finality.

The sound of the crowds easily penetrated the sedan. Their squealing, laughter and chatter set fire to Wyatt’s face, his cheeks burned with shame. His stomach knotted and the youth froze in place.

The driver’s side door opened and closed. Wyatt’s breath quickened. It was coming, with the inevitability of a train hurtling down the tracks. Moments later his own door opened.

Wyatt looked up into the bright light outside and the beaming face of his Master.

“Oh god, please, Sir.” He pleaded, his words slurring together with fear and panic. “Please don’t make me do this, Sir.”

He’d recovered from the night before. It didn’t cause him to scream out when he sat on the red welts on his ass. Wyatt’s skin was still sensitive and the rope burns and crop marks had diminished into bruises or long lines of angry red. It would be no secret what the pair of them had gotten up to.

“Out, boy.” The firm reply made Wyatt’s hesitancy melt and his chastity cage stir.

Wyatt whimpered and rose to his feet, head down with embarrassment. He braced his knees together and tried to hide his torso behind his arms will little impact. He felt all eyes upon him, taking a quick read of his body, his swim shorts, and the unnatural bulge at his crotch.

“C’mon, boy. I see a good spot down by the water.” He gestured. “I’ll rub you down with sunscreen there.”

“…please…”

“What, boy? You’re mumbling.”

“…p-please, sir, I’d like that.”

***

I had to put myself in some kind of zen trance to focus and write that XD

This is not the original intent of this drawing. I’ll be doing an alternate version that was actually supposed to be the gift for a friend. I kind of hijacked this for my own goals XD

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Mile Marker 10

A long-haul trucker in the lane next to them watched the whole thing. Several loud blares from his horn sounded his approval, or mockery. Tate didn’t know which. He simply winced and tried to stare a hole through the floor of the convertible.

Tate hugged his knees to his chest in hopes of trying to maintain some decency. His pale white skin shone with sweat and tanning lotion in the afternoon sun. He clothes, shoes, and socks littered the floor of the passenger’s seat.

Now he knew why Sir had shaved him the evening before. And applied sunscreen before they left on the roadtrip. How far was the beach? He watched the side of the road frantically for road signs.

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“Hey, Piper.” Byron jostled the youth sitting across the aisle from him with his foot, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
The other teen had been lost in thought, staring blindly out the window of the train car. He jumped at the prodding. “Wha?”
“Gimme...

“Hey, Piper.” Byron jostled the youth sitting across the aisle from him with his foot, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

The other teen had been lost in thought, staring blindly out the window of the train car. He jumped at the prodding. “Wha?”

“Gimme your pants.”

“Wh… what?!” Piper hissed his heart beating a timorous pace. He clenched his knees together defensively, already feeling his cock go rigid inside his knickerbockers. Right here? He thought with a mixture of horror and excitement.

It only took a sideways glance to see that Kirt and Wayan were nodding in agreement, exchanging looks and snickering. All three of the boys knew of his ‘oddities’ to varying degrees. He called them oddities since he had no idea what else to call it.

It wasn’t just that he was gay. In sixth grade he had shown the others something he’d uncovered from his dad’s porn collection. It was called a blow-job. And while the others felt rather uncomfortable giving them to each other, the trio seemed quite content to let Piper perfect the procedure on them.

Wayan had been the first to find Piper frantically jerking-off in a bathroom stall, that he had failed to lock, after a particularly humiliating de-pantsing in gym class. A memory that still flustered the teen. The others had found out in other situations on their own in time.

Knowing full well that Piper got off on it and being teenage boys it seemed to naturally fall into place that they would force him into these embarrassing situations. And it was times like these that he both dreaded and prayed for repeats of. It was all good natured fun, of course, but that knowledge did little to dim the redness of his cheeks or the loud whimper that followed.

“Lose 'em, P.” Kirt chimed in with mock bravado. “Or we’ll take them ourselves.” It was a threat that they had made good on several times before much to Piper’s chagrin.

Eyes drifting down to his belt, Piper chew nervously on his lips. “But … but I’m not wearing underwear.” He said in a low voice.

The trio laughed loudly. “Should have thought about that before you left home!”

Piper was about to argue further when Bryon leapt across the aisle at him, pinning him to his seat.

“Get ‘im!”

The others didn’t need any further goading and were on him, laughing and trying their best to strip Piper’s flailing legs of their garments. It only took a few moments but the scuffle managed to attract the attention of virtually the entire train car.

Piper giggled loudly, grinning like a drunken fool as he was shoved out into the center aisle. The heat emanating from his face was almost unbearable. He scrambled to get a grip on the edges of his bright yellow jacket and force it down over his crotch, trying to hide the seeping arousal between his legs. His efforts only managed to expose his ass to everyone behind him. 

The laughs of several passengers sent him scrambling back from his own row, trying to hide amidst his friends. “Alright, now give ‘em back, guys!” He said, making a grab for his pants which Wayan immediately pulled away.

“Maybe after the movie. If you’re good.”

“Yea, we already know you’re gunna be jerking off the whole movie anyways. This way you won’t ruin your pants.” Byron laughed in mock insult, still smiling.

“Fuck you!” Piper shouted back, half laughing – half desperation. They knew him too well…


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This pic went through about a dozen different mental incarnations before I finally settled on something. Still some issues with it - I wish I could have been bothered to finish shading the background but … this is me we’re talking about. :p

I hate Spongebob…

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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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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 …”


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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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Old Mister X art reposted
One of my first and best roleplays with a certain dutchboi, back when I roleplayed :p
Simon and his boy, Timmothy. Simon is the ghost of a 19th century slave owner, killed in a slave riot. He lingered for centuries until he...

Old Mister X art reposted

One of my first and best roleplays with a certain dutchboi, back when I roleplayed :p

Simon and his boy, Timmothy. Simon is the ghost of a 19th century slave owner, killed in a slave riot. He lingered for centuries until he found the only person who could see him, Timmothy. The boy also had also come into possession of his fetter so the ghost was obliged to follow the him.

Did I mention he’s taken on the role of Master for Timmothy? As a poltergeist he can do all kinds of things to the boy and loves to do them publicly…

This is yet another pic that would be fun to revisit. :p

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