Excerpts from:
Testosterone with a Twist of QRXZ

Raku Skin Leather harness chrome cock plate edit 2003-01-25

“Get excited watching those hooded, thick-Dic Colored Sirs” QRXZ Boy states. “ My friends, have you seen this Island Man walking through old town KW with his distinctive handle bar moustache extending from skin the pigment of fired raku glaze? This groomed attributes only enhances the fact that the man is hung amazing for a man.” …

“I should better prepared when I commit to creating such DicDraw images as QRXZ Boy in public,” thought the artist. Some larger sketchpads are needed with good big paper. We created the initial sketches as he sunned himself nude- a public spectacle at the Atlantic Shores Resort. Those fine images of this Raku-colored-skin model lounging, his cock simi erect seemed small. His Irish-skinned partner purchased several of those sketches and mentioned that he wanted something larger. The artist agreed that the paper size seemed inadequate for the models stature, but a start as studies for a larger experience. “Let’s discus a major commission,” QRXZ Boy concentrated on his true passion.

The three men enjoyed that playtime in public, so they wanted to expand the creative experience more intimately. The model mentioned this custom outfit- a leather harness, which he wanted to wear while sketched. This model and QRXZ Boy shared the chemistry to make something erotic. The model wanted a boys lust. The artist’s initial sketches showed strong lust for the full girth of the models hooded cock. The men renegotiated another DicDraw session.

The guesthouse poolside bar was lushly vegetated with nude men lounging comfortably after many extended happy hours. QRXZ Boy accepted the opened beer. He received the friendly glances to his crotch. He took only one sip before setting those distractions aside. QRXZ took this time to think about this model, the situation, and this man’s incredible uncut endowment. Not only did the artist consider the size and girth of it, but also the range of exciting hues. The color of dark cock wrapped in FORESKIN- burnt coffee colored foreskin that partially concealed a reddish phalange head. It will mushroom as I sketch it-- these thoughts consumed the artist QRXZ Boy. This model is into these scenes also, the collaboration, the smaller dominate artist boy. Men that share this energy consider the possibilities, then act and learn.

This large colored man is dominant during most situations. He commands-- the position is expected from him. He is a man who feels empowered by a smaller man who might take him to the edge. Most men can’t, most men will submit to his energy and his forced by his will. The contrasts between smaller vs. larger makes him feel that he is stronger. The mind play engages the beast in both the body and mind. Desire and tension compress to coil tight at that edge when a perceptively weaker man pushes another man. Sexual fears surface getting drawn exposed. The exposure pulls and relocated these desires like those heavy rods of steel get forced into place by that small electric magnet. The boy might get flipped on his belly trying a strong man, thinks the artist. The fact is that for the unwilling bottom the fuck is never taken easy. Screaming, “Sir, it fuckin’ hurts,” works only in fantasies. These thoughts only momentarily distracted the artist.
“Do you enjoy my dirty talk, Mr. Editor? Would you like more coffee? I will get you some.” QRXZ asked me.
“No! Finish with your story.” I reply.

The Raku-skin model entered the courtyard in his full leather harness with this exotic chrome-finish cock plate, fashioned from the bumper of an American Classic car. It might have appeared silly on another man. But this top stud had the physique and attitude to wear well such custom articles. QRXZ Boy realized this man’s true profession by the reactions from the other men lounging around the pool. The artist figured this leather man is accustomed to getting these WOW reactions both in public and in private. Such men expect payment when working as a professional. “I know this gig belongs to me,” QRXZ reminded himself. “I’m Top Boy during this project. Don’t release your position, Boy.”

“Where is your friend?” QRXZ Inquired.
“Sleeping,” he replied.

“I want a different setting for you. The porch outside your bedroom is perfect.” QRXZ Boy encouraged. “Take me there, Dad.”

The artist followed behind the dark-skinned stud watching the model’s masculine stride as his high flanked ass performed with each step.

The porch outside the room was typically lush for Key West. The model’s friend was asleep in the king-sized bed. QRXZ placed two wicker high-backed chairs so both of their crotches would be seen from inside the bedroom.

The two men stood alone outside on the porch. The artist directed the model to his position and told him to sit now.
“Take a good deep breath NOW.” Demanded QRXZ.
The artist shifted that instant into his “command” position.

“THAT’S IT!” Barked the artist. “DON’T MOVE! Don’t breathe. Don’t DESTROY this sketch.” QRXZ continued sketching fast.
The artist’s eyes connected and locked firmly with the model. Stunned, the model only stared, stilled by this unexpected attitude, both men set for the challenge.

My abrupt command has secured the anticipated affect on the model, thought the artist. My playfulness excites that place in him. The model is intrigued and amused as the pencil releases an image on fine paper. Good, this man has no desire for handcuffs or rope. He desires something unique.
QRXZ sketched a single line contour DicDraw sketch as the model’s pupils dilated, so that little of his brown irises showed. The artist stood legs apart, knees bent, feet placed firm, eyes set, without moving his stare to glance at the paper. The artist’s energy crawls, then glides fast along the body as QRXZ senses everything. Watch the bicep pulse. Notice as his peck twitches involuntarily. His nipples erect. The situation makes the heart pump hard, bringing on intense adrenaline. You rush for that next breath in your mind, Sir.

One image completed.
“Stay there. STILL. Sir.” The artist demanded. “I am using larger paper, now. You know we required the extra inches here. I plan to keep all your proportions contained on the paper.”

The artist’s hand connected through the sight. The pencil on the paper roamed in unison “seeing” along the models chest. QRXZ seduced with his eyes, as he documented the edge of the leather straps, the metal hardware pressed against skin... Staring down, he noted the texture of kinky hair, below a protruding navel down at that metal cock plate… “Really caught him off his guard,” though the artist. “I halted this fine leather stud before he adjusted himself, one of his balls hangs out mostly exposed. Yes, almost the complete package I see that foreskin-covered knob forcing it’s way out. The man is so excited now he is growing for me. No wait. I believe he is moving.”

“You’re moving.” The artist informed. “I told you not to move. Can’t you control the action of your cock, Sir!”

QRXZ Boy continued sketching fast. His eyes fixed on the growing girth, an object of desire exposing itself, first the skin beyond the metal covering, then the fat cock head pressed beyond the fold of foreskin. The more the artist teased the model about his lack of personal self-control, the more excitedly frustrated this big top man became, exposing his Self involuntarily.

The power of the fully engorged erection pushed out from behind the metal cock plate exposing of the models, head shaft and balls to the artist in a way this model could not have anticipated. Now he felt an artist’s power differently. The cock began dripping cum. The artist awed over the sight of the fluid. The cock begged for attention, expected to get handled firm, or smacked down. The Sir held still.

The sketches flowed from QRXZ as the models pre-cum pored on the woody decking. Excited and professional, both men held their positions. QRXZ Boy believed this model might hold that breath until one of them collapsed, if the intent required it. But the artist was not hired to break the Sir, only to create with him.

Both men transformed to became the art, so incredible; the artist hand manipulated images with erotic energies beyond their combined will. Drawn from that carnal tension; both men used lust to create the experience. A DicDraw… A dick so long…a line so long…a sketch so long. Perfect! How long? How long? How…LONG?

“BREATH!” QRXZ Commanded.

Exhalation! Release is beautiful, such relief. Both men filled their lungs. The artist felt the suck, and watched force as his model’s chest heaved for oxygen. Dizzy, sweating and still horny the model smiled for more. QRXZ knew this moment belonged to the model. The model’s moment to act and seduce the pants off of the boy, or make the attempt.

“That’s it. I’ve got our drawings here.” QRXZ said.

Both men stood. The model said, “Boy, we both know that you want more of this; look what happened. Chrome requires a shine. Come here, boy.”

How easily the model guided the sight of the artist down to view the whole contraption. The artist does desire to see and know how everything works, the harness, the body, the foreskin, the cock, the balls. Everything slick with Precum. The model senses this artist might open for some penetrating cock worship.

QRXZ thinks, but how can an artist watch it work well all hidden inside, that whole contraption pressed inside this boy—submitted rape.
“Rape.” He almost spoke the word. QRXZ’s face reacted to this thought.
The model said, “Submit boy. I’ll take you here, now. Open Wide.” He placed his hand on the boy’s nape and pressed downward.

“Let’s have your buddy see these sketches, first, then we will have squared this deal,” QRXZ Boy replied.

“OK.” Said the model.

Inside, the model’s Irish buddy relaxed awake on the bed wearing a thick terrycloth robe. The sketches the men chose were placed next to him as the artist assembled the images into precut mats/ and signed each work “QRXZ” and received his payment along with several good strong lingering hugs.

“We create together well. I thank you for creating this experience with me. I hope to work with you again.” QRXZ said to close the sale and draw the experience to a close.

“Here’s how this metal cock plate releases,” the model mentioned. He lifted it exposing the clasp mechanism, exposing his foreskin, penis and balls. Engorging, the foreskin stretched dripping fluids. All three men stared. But the Irish buddy reacted by salivating. The artist heard him swallow.
The grail— the ultimate fucking–tool is unveiled and hangs within reach of the artist, but QRXZ did not react. The model tossed the chrome cock protector on the bed and stood his stance, inspiring worship at the altar of this dark phallus.

“Don’t you want to touch it?” The Irish man asked the artist.

“Of course I do.” QRXZ replied. The artist slipped his hand under the large warm balls and allowed the full weight of the thick staff to lie throbbing the length of the artist forearm—hot, dark and moist. Hefting it the artist felt its weight. Solid, QRXZ thought. He felt hot fluid ooze onto his forearm.

“Nice, heavy… Show me what YOU do with it.” QRXZ said directing the request to the Irish man.

The Irish man needed no coaxing. He bent to his knees. He grabbed and lifted the mass from the artist’s forearm, releasing the artist, who stepped back as the man forced much of the engorged cock in his mouth, down his throat. He consumed the mass groping his crotch through the robe.
The artist showed no surprise as he watched the dark skinned man return a glance with that lustful expression, and then he looked down and closed his eyes. He made the artist aware of his own growing erection pressed behind his sketchbook. QRXZ nodded ‘yes’ in affirmation. He left the raku-skinned model giving his Irish buddy the loving-grudge fuck they really wanted to enjoy.
These DicDraw sketches and memories exist.