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Can’t get enough of unholy alliances?  Me neither. 

Here is our latest creation.  A great coloring job by Mister X and a write-up too.  I’m telling you, what a guy!  

I especially like all the small details with the coloring of this piece.   There’s so much thought in the work he did, and I really love how it makes my lines pop. 

We hope you like. 

Fellows

It was now painfully obvious that Mister Cormic had not hired Dusty for his ranching skills.  The long, predatory glance the man gave the kid during his interview made sense now. As did the wry smiles of Gilmore, the foreman.  With a fine athletic build, laid back attitude and a pronounced southern charisma, Dusty was full of charms.  Of course now that the boy found himself naked and chained in one of the barns it would seem he was hired for much more than what the kid bargained for.   

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Tag team with Fellow again.

This time one of my ideas - milking scene! Because who doesn’t love a sub whose young, dumb, and full of cum.

Also includes a story. We’re classy like that.

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I know that pic ^^ Here’s the associated story.
A muffled cough issued from Colin’s gagged mouth. His throat was dry and his body ached from the awkward position the metal frame contorted him into. A cool breeze brushed against the naked skin of his...
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I know that pic ^^ Here’s the associated story.

A muffled cough issued from Colin’s gagged mouth. His throat was dry and his body ached from the awkward position the metal frame contorted him into. A cool breeze brushed against the naked skin of his buttocks, making his sphincter tighten reflexively. This only brought another groan from the boy, as his ass was still tender and still caked with the drying remains of an afternoon spent in the service of others.

It had been an awesome summer job. All the teens in the area vied for a chance to be hired on at the Château de Silling Country Club as caddies to the wealthy crowd that regularly visited it’s greens. A well-spoken caddy could easily earn triple his weekly salary in tips alone on a single set of nine holes, which was why Colin paraded into the streets celebrating after receiving his job offer.

Colin did fairly well for himself, putting away more money than he had imagined in the first week alone. Of course, a large portion of that income was based on the fact that Colin was a merciless cocktease. He recognized several of his regular clients were more than just interested in a game of golf by the way they eyed him and the youth thought this to be a marvelous opportunity to milk some extra cash out of them.

With sly glances, mildly compromising positions when setting up tee-offs, and a barrage of other attacks, Colin kept them coming back for more. It was like the veritable goose that laid the golden eggs. But this goose was about to be cooked. It all came to pieces on the seventh hole, the farthest point from the clubhouse, with Misters Burke and Hare.

Mister Burke was having abysmal luck that afternoon, a fact that Mister Hare enjoyed taunting him over to no end. Casting his nine-iron aside, Mister Burke turned to Colin, who was leaning leisurely against the golfcart containing the two men’s clubs, waiting should he be needed.

“Colin, fetch the new club. It’s time to try it out.” He called, exchanging a wicked grin with Mister Hare.

The ‘new club’ was still shielded by a protective cover that Mister Burke had forbidden Colin to remove when they were preparing to set out for the afternoon. More than a little curious, Colin hopped to the chance to sate his snoopiness. No sooner had he pulled the cover off than his inquisitiveness died and he cast a nervous glance at the gentleman.

“What… ?” He asked, pulling the ‘club’ free from the golf bag. It was some sort of manacle affixed to a long metal bar with another manacle at the opposite end. “I don’t think this is regulation legal.” The youth joked apprehensively.

“For you, dear boy.” Mister Hare chimed in. “We’ve invested a great deal of money in you in the past. It’s time you finally paid up.”

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He staggered down the stairs, his awkward footfalls pigeon-toeing beneath uncertain knees. Each eye was still puffy with sleep and his hair stood upright in all directions like antennae to heaven. It was all he could do, having rolled out of bed onto...

He staggered down the stairs, his awkward footfalls pigeon-toeing beneath uncertain knees. Each eye was still puffy with sleep and his hair stood upright in all directions like antennae to heaven. It was all he could do, having rolled out of bed onto the soft shag of the carpet, to pull his hoodie up over his bedhead. 

Bare feet on cold floor, he scratched idly at his crotch waiting for the pot of coffee to boil. Even in his bleary state he was all too aware of the awkward bulge in his underwear, a chastity cage with a lock firmly affixed and a denied morning-erection even firmer within its confines.

It’s not that he was a heavy sleeper - well, yes, it was that. Piper was the type who buried his face in the pillow and snored the world away when the weekend came around.

The ding of the coffee-maker shocked him awake and the youth stumbled to find his mug.

***

Bedhead Piper with eyes full of sleep and a mug full of coffee. Painfully cute…

While in the midst of doodling my DnD party I was distracted by Piper. Not really sure where the idea came from, but I wanted to draw him again. I did two initial poses of him, this is the one that won out. But I included the second one because he’s got a cute butt.

I blame the Lady Gaga CD I was handed for this abmination. Rammstein, Fear Factory, Otep, Killswitch Engage, Combichrist, and … Gaga …

This is my favorite picture by far.

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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…


***

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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Bwaha, no sex for you. :p
Just me doing an experiment in different styles all based on the same face. From left to right, top to bottom: HobbitDragon, Anoki, as life-like as I could manage, some sort of attempt at anime, and finally how I’ve been...

Bwaha, no sex for you. :p

Just me doing an experiment in different styles all based on the same face. From left to right, top to bottom: HobbitDragon, Anoki, as life-like as I could manage, some sort of attempt at anime, and finally how I’ve been drawing lately. I splattered some color on there too as an excuse to test styles with that too. :p

Definitely stepping outside my comfort zone. Anoki’s style defied all of my rules of proportions and HobbitDragon demanded bushier eyebrows :p I’d have done more artists but I couldn’t think of any others at the moment and I was slowly losing interest.

Oh well.

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I dunno. The thought of a boy with different naughty bits has been in the back of my mind for a while as kind of a secret fetish. I finally put it to paper. I also drew a penis version but it felt cheap since it defeated the whole purpose of the...

I dunno. The thought of a boy with different naughty bits has been in the back of my mind for a while as kind of a secret fetish. I finally put it to paper. I also drew a penis version but it felt cheap since it defeated the whole purpose of the picture.

The plague doctor tentacle monster strangely came into being out of nowhere. Just a bunch of ideas that coalesced at the right time.

I really like the style for this pic. This is what I’ve been trying to do for a while now. Looks less shota-esque to me at least. :p

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