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Jewell donned his gear hesitantly.
A red blush spread across his face. He felt awkward and uncertain under the eye of his owner. But at the same time, his throbbing arousal gave voice to just how much he enjoyed this.
First the ears went over his...

Jewell donned his gear hesitantly.

A red blush spread across his face. He felt awkward and uncertain under the eye of his owner. But at the same time, his throbbing arousal gave voice to just how much he enjoyed this.

First the ears went over his hair. Throb.

Then the wrist cuffs over each narrow wrist. Throb. Throb.

And collar, fastened in the front with a lock. Throb.

Lastly, the tail. His face was now a burning red as he turned his bum towards his master and bent over slightly, party his cheeks and pressing the plug against his rosebud. He gasped lewdly as he pushed it inward. Throb.

Still aroused. Still humiliated, he looked up expectantly at his owner and raised a coy eyebrow.

***

I appear to be on an ears and tail streak lately. I don’t feel bad about it. :p

Flash of inspiration in the wee hours of the morning last night. 

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He was a good boy!
Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a...
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He was a good boy!

Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.

At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.

All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.

In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.

Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side.

“Thirteen minutes.” Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, “That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?”

It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.

He was a good boy!

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The little bell jingled with every tremble in his body. The plug that filled him was massive, more than he’d ever imagined the human body could take. And yet he knew it could get even larger. That thought sent a shudder through his already taxed...

The little bell jingled with every tremble in his body. The plug that filled him was massive, more than he’d ever imagined the human body could take. And yet he knew it could get even larger. That thought sent a shudder through his already taxed body.

He’d beg and plead and offer them anything to prevent it. But he also knew he’d get the same results as before. They’d laugh at him and do as they pleased anyway. His captors always did what they wanted. He was just an object to them.

***

Getting back into drawing this weekend. Experimenting with a slightly different line style and color style.

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When he came back from the Crimean War, Lord Fentworthy was a changed man. By then his young ward, Hanz Utning, had come of age. The boy was seen in public less and less. Rumors circulated that he died of consumption.
It was not until a year later...

When he came back from the Crimean War, Lord Fentworthy was a changed man. By then his young ward, Hanz Utning, had come of age. The boy was seen in public less and less. Rumors circulated that he died of consumption.

It was not until a year later that the reclusive noble threw a celebration. Invitations circulated and the secret truth about Hanz was revealed. He’d not died, he’d simply been transformed. The boy was no more, he was simply decoration now.

And all the guests were invited to play with the party favor.

***

I finished a drawing, holy hell. And its pretty awesome too.

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