#pixar lamp

The harsh fluorescent lights of his own basement poured over Tim, the same place Tim dissected his victims now becoming a place of dread and discomfort. He’d just roused from a deep sleep caused by some unknown drug, and was welcomed immediately with a fire-light heat igniting in his lower belly. 

With skin slick and lips parted, he tried to shift only to feel a tight resistance. Squinting weakly at himself he realized he was put into a rather.. Compromising position. His hands were tied together behind his back while he was strapped down to a wooden chair, ankles wrapped in tape making it impossible to move a single inch.

He wasn’t all too concerned, matter of fact, he couldn’t be. With the strength of the aphrodisiacs pumping through him, all his sympathetic nervous system was completely shut off. The unbearable warmth wasn’t the only thing persisting, but the aching bulge in his pants was in desperate need of attention. 

Was this some kind of sick joke? Who could’ve done this to him? “Hey..” His slurs fell on deaf ears, and he tugged pathetically at his restraints in hopes they would weaken and break overtime. A few minutes of worthless squirming passed before the door to his home creaked loudly. 

His eyes darted up, only to be met with a lighting bulb and shade. Its length adorned in metal-tight leather with a whip floating ominously by its side. “Zwel?” The human-sized lamp hopped closer, foot by foot, until it stopped directly in front of Tim. “What the hell did y’do to me.” His gruff voice was seething with anger, but watered down as his need was more than abundant. 

“Zwelch Sel” The whip cracked against the concrete floor mere inches from Tim, and he flinched hard. A deep blush bloomed across his cheeks and he scoffed, refusing to maintain bulb-contact with the lamp. Nevertheless, he wasn’t able to resist peeking at the leather stretching across it’s every angle. Shit, he was in trouble..

It hopped closer, the plastic material glinting under the lights provocatively before it leant down. “Swivlz” It creaked teasingly next to his ear, and Tim had to let out a sharp exhale he didn’t know he was holding in. “If I do that..You’ll help me?” He muttered with the most shame a guy like him could handle. The lamp nodded and leant back, watching the poor man buck his hips into nothing.

“Please, doll. Need’ya so bad, can’t expect to douse me with drugs n’ leave me high in dry, can ya?” His begging was half-assed, but good enough for the lamp. The inanimate object rested on its knees before the button and zipper of his pants slowly came undone, just like he would be soon enough..

god I need to be posting art. I didn't realize how long I paused it cause I wasn't making anything new yet. here's old art again. shading is attrocious but c'est la vie

dero (mine) and aaron (not mine). the concept was someone else's I don't remember who though :/ if anyone knows and I can credit that person that would be neato