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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

“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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My portion of a collaborative effort with Danaume. It’s some hot stuff, if I do say so myself.
This is Ashleigh, some poor metalhead boy who crossed Bastian and is learning the hard way why you don’t.
I really like Ashleigh’s look … maybe not the...

My portion of a collaborative effort with Danaume. It’s some hot stuff, if I do say so myself. <grins>

This is Ashleigh, some poor metalhead boy who crossed Bastian and is learning the hard way why you don’t.

I really like Ashleigh’s look … maybe not the skirt but his hair and concept.

Bonus points to those that can correctly guess the school’s mascot. <grins>

I revisited this character recently - just a profile pic.

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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.

***

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.

***

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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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.

***

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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Every day was a different humiliation.
Since he had moved in with his Master, Spyker’s clothes had all been taken and locked in a chest. Everything had been replaced with frills, pink, or tight-fitting clothing that left him red-cheeked and painfully...

Every day was a different humiliation.

Since he had moved in with his Master, Spyker’s clothes had all been taken and locked in a chest. Everything had been replaced with frills, pink, or tight-fitting clothing that left him red-cheeked and painfully embarrassed. And, even then, he had no choice in the mater: his owner would take him before the mirror each morning, pick out his clothing, and dress him like a big doll.

It was degrading in the worst way, but every time he was hard as a rock and whimpering for more.

***

Originally set out to do this with the last pic of Roland but the pose did not lend itself well being a dress-up doll. I may try and revisit him later. Fortunately for you, Spyker came out perfectly!

I haven’t done something like this in years - back when I did my first sissy boy in public pic and had people vote on their favorite costume.

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The flashes from the cellphone cameras were everywhere. He could not escape them, no matter how tightly he clung to his Master’s side or which direction he turned.
His skirt was too short, so the bulge in his panties was plainly visible to anyone who...

The flashes from the cellphone cameras were everywhere. He could not escape them, no matter how tightly he clung to his Master’s side or which direction he turned.

His skirt was too short, so the bulge in his panties was plainly visible to anyone who happened to look down. Or, if he turned away, the cleft on his ass checks was equally apparent, owing to underwear too small and not designed for his genitals. It would not have been so bad if he did not have a raging hardon and a growing wetspot in the pink fabric.

The top he wore was equally useless, exposing his nipples to the chill evening air which only managed to make them perk up at attention. Attention which his Owner seemed affable to dish out, giving him the occasional tweak to make him squirm and blush furiously.

It had started out simple enough playing dress up at home. His Master teased him near the closed windows - parting the blinds so he feminine form was vaguely visible to anyone passing by, filling him with shudders of humiliation. The next thing he knew, he was out the door and holding on to his Master’s arm, terrified that he was actually going to dinner like this.

His Master smiled and nodded to a pocket in his coat and the outline of a dildo within. Dinner would not be any less shameful.

***

I remember a pic like this from ages ago. I appear to have improved slightly from those days. :p

We do see a return of the sketchy background people. Sorry, folks wandering around on campus, you’re public appearance has fueled my background XD

This is not what I had originally set out do draw, based on suggestions from fans. >_> But that’s the way I work, I’m sorry to say. Random to a fault.

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