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still waiting for some facesitting fun

Would love to see some thumbsuckers, any gender is oke for me. Would take a subscription if you do!

More realstic male toddler and more realistic boys 4-10 please. Want as real as possible. Any ideas on male furry cub realistic? Please. Also need very yummy of tails from sonic. Would pay big $ for real good stuff of all. Got $300 and really need stuff. Been looking hard. No luck. Please help.

Any chance to see full sets of this author (AlexDigital Art)?
http://premium-hentai.net/sick-3d-shotacon-artworks-vol-2/

Howdy! Quick question, did Sonofka ever finish the Horney Peeking Sister series or what that completed? Seems like there should be part six…

Love the site, keep it up.

Hi!

There are a lot of magnificent samples in the America Boy’s Paradise series. Is there a way to find the whole sets and not just messed samples? For example of artists like RounN, ChronArch?
There is also series about Tom and Twins (Eric and Luc) Where can those be found?

Thanks!

Hi again. I never find video sorry for that. 🙁 But I ask if could make similar video 3D picture? I would try but have no time sorry for that. 🙁 I have free great ideas to put for if interested. Maybe if not insect but tentacle same fetish kink? Both good. Tentacle rape shotacon, insect rape shotacon, eggs inside privates. Both good rape. If are interested ask me about idea! Choose one or both! 🙂

More fogbank?

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Please do some 3D of tickle torture of the following:

Young Wulf struggled as the sheriff’s men dragged him through the corridors. As he struggled with his captors, his long brown hair flew into his eyes. A mean guard kicked his feet out from under him, and the boy went flying forward. “Can’t even walk right, you little traitor?” “You’re the traitor!” Wulf cried back bravely. “Richard is King!” The guard flashed a toothy grin full of twisted teeth. “Not for much longer,” he hissed. Wulf felt the guard’s stinking breath on his face, and a rough hand pull him up. “Now, up with you!” The hulking figure easily lifted the small boy from the stone floor, gave him another blow to make him silent, and dragged him toward his doom. ********* “Leave him alone! He’s just a boy!” the old man shouted, screaming from his place on the wall. “Shut up old man! You’re next!” the guard shouted, and continued with the ropes and pulleys. Wulf was roped up in the strapedo, a nasty device designed to dislocate the shoulders. His ankles were tied together and to a heavy iron ball on the floor. His hands were secured behind his back, and to a long rope. The rope ran up to a pulley in the ceiling, then down to a wench. When the wench was cranked, Wulf’s arms would be pulled up behind him, over his head backward. The ball would be dropped into a hole in the floor, pulling his body down with the force of gravity. It was an excruciating device, one used to force suspected witches of confessing to collusion with Satan. But Wulf was no witch, just a young boy who happened to know where Robin might be. “Where is Robin Hood?” Wulf took a shaking breath into his chest, fully aware that he might not be able to breathe very soon. “Go to hell,” he said bravely, but softly. The guard smiled. “No, my dear boy. It is you who are in hell! String him up!” “STOP!” The guards all turned. Maid Marion had come running down the steps, saving Wulf just in time. “Lady Marion, this is one of the traitors!” “He’s just a boy! You can’t do this to him!” The guard sighed. “My lady, we have to do SOMETHING to make him talk!” “Fine, just make sure it’s nothing painful!” The guard looked thoughtful. “Nothing painful…nothing painful…all right, I have something in mind. Take him down!” ********* Wulf was taken outside to the inner ward, not too far from the torture chamber. From outside, he could hear the sound of hysterical laughter, children’s laughter. He wondered if there was a puppet show. Once outside, it was obvious that a puppet show was furthest from the torturer’s mind. There were five sets of stocks, with holes for securing the feet, hands, and head at the same time. Locked in the stocks were several children, mostly page boys. One, however, was Larry, the boy who was captured along with Wulf. Larry had been taken with his sisters to the sheriff himself. Guards were feather tickling their feet, with mean expressions. The boys all looked desperate, their faces pink with laughter and lack of breath. “HAHAHAHAHA! SSSSSTOP! PLEEEZ!” Larry pleaded as the feather stroked his super sensitive soles. The ten year old looked desperate as the feather went through his wriggling toes. “Tell us where Robin Hood is!” “HHAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW! PLEASE!” A blond boy, right next to Larry, was wearing the clothing of a page. “OHPLEZ! I’LL BE GOOD! HEHEHAHAHAHA! I PROMISSSSSHAHAHAHA!” “Promises, promises! You’ll stay in the stocks until you learn to obey your elders, Cody!” “Enough with Cody! We’ve got a more important nut to crack!” “Aye,” the torturer said, a gleam in his eye when he saw Wulf. “I’ve been dying to get this one! I thought he was slated for the rack.” “Strapedo,” the guard corrected, as they freed Cody’s hands and feet from the stocks, and forced Wulf into it. “But Lady Marion objected to us hurting a little child. So….” The torturer smiled evilly at Wulf. “Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll make him talk!” Wulf stared at him as his shoes were removed. “Ah, soft and sweaty, nice and tender….” the man mused, and ran his finger across Wulf’s naked sole to test. The boy fought the urge to laugh, but soon the probing finger forced a giggle from him. His father tickled him often, and his feet were his most ticklish spot! “Good! You’re a ticklish one, ain’t ya?” the man said, using his fingers on both feet now. That brought a guffaw from the boy, and he started to squirm. Usually, Wulf could get out of manacles designed for grown adults, but not this time! The stocks were child sized, so his wrists and ankles were firmly secured. All he could do was wriggle his feet a little. “I won’t talk! Ha hahaha!” The man looked up from his work with a vicious gleam in his eye. “Oh, you WILL, boy! It may feel good now, but even pleasure can be torture if prolonged. No lad can stand to have his feet tickled for hours! You’ll promise anything just to make it stop! Before long you’ll be telling me everything, including the location of your birthmarks!” So saying, he rose, went to a worktable, and took a bottle of something. He opened the bottle, and poured a yellowish powder onto Larry’s feet. The ten year old looked up. “Hey!” He yelled, wriggling his feet. “That itches!” “Of course, my boy,” the man said, pouring some onto Larry’s back and face too. “It’s itching powder! Makes you more susceptible to the feather! Now, we’ll just let the powder work on you a while!” “We might as well get to know each other boys,” the man mused. “My name is Fischer. What’s yours?” “I’m not telling,” Larry protested, desperately seeking a way to somehow scratch, but it was hopeless! The man selected two feathers, and Wulf resigned himself to his fate. Another man came up and took a pair of feathers from the table, began to tickle one of the pages to Wulf’s right, a blond 11 year old. “Now, William. Are you ready to confess?” “Russ, it wasn’t me! I swear!” “Oh, who else would put frogs in my bed?” “Oh, please Russ! I’ve been in the stocks all morning! I have to use the privy!” “I’ll just bet you do! I’ll make a deal with you, William. Wet your pants, and maybe I’ll let you out!” So saying, Russ started stroking the feather across William’s soles, and the boy started laughing. “No! Please! Stop!” Something touched Wulf’s left foot, and his attention was brought back to his own predicament. Fischer was quickly dabbing the tip of a feather all across the exposed bottom of his foot! “Heh heh heh heh!” Wulf giggled, instinctively trying to jerk his foot back. “No! Please!” “What’s your name, boy?” The tickling continued. Now the feather was in full contact with his skin, running a line up and down. “Hahahahahaha! Oh plez!” “Your name is O-please? I don’t think so!” the man said, and applied both feathers, one to each foot. “Hhahahahahahaa! Sssstop! I’m ticklish!” “Oh, now your name is Ticklish? Appropriate, but I don’t think so!” Oh, how Wulf squirmed! He was starting to get short of breath! “Wulffff ahahahahaha! My…HAHAHAHAA N–name..HAHAHAHA ISSSSHAHAHAH…WULFFFFFffffhahHAHAHAHA!” “Nice to meet you, young Wulf! My job here is to make sure the youngsters behave themselves! I don’t believe in any harsh punishments. This does the job quiet effectively, don’t you think?” “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEZ!!!!” “Oh, I’m pleasing you? How nice of you to say so! We’re going to be together for quite a long time! Just you, me, and my feathers!” ********* The tickle torture seemed to stretch on forever. His chest hurt from lack of air, and tears filled his eyes. Wulf was dimly aware of the suffering of the boys to the left and right of him. He knew that William had wet his pants some time ago, and he could hear the sound of something flowing to the left, meaning Larry had done the same. Wulf hadn’t had the chance to go behind a tree before the attack which wiped out his village, and now his bladder was demanding urgency. The twelve year old desperately tried to hold it, knowing he couldn’t do it forever, especially under extreme duress! Finally, the tickling stopped. Wulf’s laughter died down to giggles, then stopped altogether. Fischer was giving him a rest, as he had Larry earlier. Tickling, if kept up too long, lost its effectiveness. The monster used itching powder in the rest time inbetween, and he saw Russ force William and Larry to swallow a whole bucket of water earlier. All that water, he knew, was now working on them, as the itching powder was! “How long…how long will they do this to us?” Larry asked William. “Depends on the offense. Usually it’s just for an hour or two. One time, though, Todd stole some gold coins from the treasury, so we could go to the carnerval. Fischer kept us locked in the stocks for two days!” “Two days?” Larry asked with horror on his face. His blue eyes were wide with fear, shining under his dark hair. “I can’t take it much longer! I have to go pee again!” “Don’t say things like that!” Wulf chided. “You’ll only make it worse.” “You’re not sitting there in wet pants!” Larry protested. “I know, I can’t hold it much longer either.” Wulf heard the soft BAA! BAA! sound, and looked up. William gasped softly beside him. “Oh, no!” William cried. “Not the goats! Anything but that!” Wulf couldn’t see what goats had to do with tickling, and asked, “What?” “Haven’t you ever had your feet licked before?” Wulf’s brown eyes went wide as saucers. “Oh, no! They wouldn’t!” “Now then, boys! We’re a little tired of your silence!” Fischer told them, going to the table. He got out a bucket and paintbrush. It was coated with a white film. He brushed the film thickly onto the bottoms of Larry’s bare feet, let it dry, and applied another coat. “Please, sir! My bladder is gonna bust!” Larry pleaded in a high pitched voice. “Let me use the privy first! I’m begging you!” “All the better to tickle you, my dear boy!” Fischer told him, and did the same thing to Wulf’s feet, then William’s. “There, the salt is nice and thick. My little pets will be licking this treat from your tender tootsies for an hour or more!” “No! Please!” William cried. “Have mercy, Fischer! I’ve been in here all day!” “All day? For putting that frog in Russ’ bed, you’ll be here all week!” “NO!” William cried, tears in his eyes. The boys watched in horror as the goats were brought closer. Fischer tied the leashes to the stocks, two goats for each boy, one goat for each naked foot. Bleating, the goats moved forward to lap at the treat. Wulf tried to fight back the laughter, but it was the most ticklish thing he’d ever felt in his young life! The soft, quivering tongue oscillated across the most tender area of his body, lapping again and again, titillating him without mercy! “HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!” Wulf vainly told the goats. “Please! No!” William cried. “No! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Not my feet again! Oh pleeez! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Tell me where Robin Hood is,” Fischer repeated the question he had asked the boys so many times before. “AHAHAHAHAHA! OHPLEZ!!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!” “I CAN’T STAND IT!!!! HAAHAHAHA!” “I HAFTA PEE!!! HAHAHAHA OHPLEZZZZ! HAHAHAHA! I HAFTA PEE SO BAD!!!” “Tell me where Robin Hood is!” “HAHAHAHA! I WON’T TELL YOU! HAHAHAHAHA! NOT EVEN IF YOU TICKLE ME FOREVER! HAHAHAHAHA!” “Oh, you WILL talk, BOY!” Fischer told him firmly. “NO boy can’t stand to have his feet licked! See how hysterical you are now? Soon your chest will hurt from lack of air, and your bladder will burst all over your nice dry pants! You’ll wet yourself in public, you want that?” “HAHAHAHA! OHPLEZ! SSSTOP!” Larry begged. His face was all red, tears welling in his eyes. His hands and feet squirmed as much as the wood prison would allow, the boy trying desperately to kick his feet away. But he was trapped! There was no escape from the endless tickling, no hope of holding his urine much longer! “Tell me where Robin Hood is!” “I’LL TELL YOU! AHAHAHAHA! I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING! AHAHAHA!” William pleaded. “You don’t know nothing, boy! Just sit there and suffer!” Wulf didn’t know how much longer he could hold it. The urine was demanding constant attention now, he was desperate to relieve himself. It felt like his bladder had swelled to twice it’s normal size! “MERCY!!! HAHAHAHAHA! I HAFTA PEE! HAHAHAHAHA!” “Wet yourself!” Fischer said cruelly. “Wet your pants, and MAYBE I’ll let the tickling end for a while!” “AHAHAHA! I…CAN’T…STAND…IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Little Larry screamed, and Wulf could hear the distinctive sound of liquid flowing. “Your chest is so tight. You can’t breathe,” Fischer said to Wulf. “And your bladder is so full! Just aching to come out! You can’t last much longer, can you boy?” “HAHAHA! YOU VILLAIN! AHAHAHAHA!” “Tell me what I want to know,” Fischer said. Suddenly, he ripped a little of Wulf’s shirt, and the boy felt a feather probing his armpit! Fischer had added new tickling agony! Wulf suddenly realized that Fischer didn’t really WANT to know, the tickling was going to go on forever! “NEVERRRRRHAHAHAHA!” Wulf suddenly felt his pants getting wet, and realized he had finally lost control of his bladder! It flowed in a never ending rush, thoroughly soaking him, showing the large stain and smelling for all to know! The poor boy had just committed the ultimate embarrassment in public! “ALLRIGHTALLRIGHT! HAHAHAHA! I’LL TALK! I’LL TALK!!!” Larry pleaded. “LARRY! NO!!! HAHAHAHA! BE STRONG! HAHAHAHA!” “Tell me what I want to know, boy!” “HAHAHA–I–CAN’T–BREATHE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!” “You can talk! Where is Robin Hood!” “D–DEAD! HAHAHAHA! I SAW HIM–SAW HIM–HAHAHAHA–FALL INTO A FIRE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” “TRAITOR! HAHAHAHAHA!” Wulf cried. “I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, LARRY! HAHAHAHAHA! I’LL TICKLE YOU WORSE THAN THIS! AHAHAHAHAHA!” “I think you’re lying, both of you!” Fischer told them sternly. “I’m going to have lunch now. The salt should last for another hour. Never fear, I’ll be back to apply another coat of salt when this one is licked off!” Fischer turned on one heel and marched off, leaving the helpless laughter of the boys in his wake. “NO PLEZ! HAHAHAHAHA!” William pleaded. “DON’T LEAVE US LIKE THIS!!! AHAHAHAA!!!!” “HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! AHAHAHAHA!” Wulf cried desperately. THE END?

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1. The Photo shoot TWO, by beatingoffbob, will be out when? Been a year since original…
the best, and most realistic set probably ever. The girl was seen in a couple of shots in a
beatingoffbob mix, so he must have done at least a sequel.
2. Could you get a Jonbenet Ramsey look-alike in a sexy Child Pageant scene please guys?

Thanks for the great site!

Hi again. 🙂 I find good 3D tentacle urethra rape boy on dlsite. Do you want me post link? I sorry. Not free but here is it. Maybe use idea to make own for here site? I would love see tentacle urethra rape shota here. Thank you. 🙂

i would like to see boys being edged and begging to cum and edged until they cum without premission

Can u do more of struggles and adversity plz

can you do some more story archives like the archive struggles and adversity plz