Rule34 - If it exists, there is porn of it

A new candidate for the most obscure rule 34 I’ve ever done. This is Dweezil, a guy with no real background other than he was a figurine which an artist known as “Kronk” designed and sculpted for display purposes. It was released in very limited quantities, but it was enough to earn the fancy of an anonymous commissioner who wanted to see him in my style!

Dweezil’s certainly an attractive fella, I can say that for certain, though it may be my disproportionately-great fondness for long-bodied creatures in action, but he also just has a pretty badass look to him! We had to come up with a personality and story for Dweezil, and we settled on a musician hovering somewhere between alternative and punk. Probably more on the punk side. In tune with such music, he enjoys breaking social and cultural barriers in vulgar and shocking ways! And let’s be honest: is there really a better way to do that than with your dick?

Just imagine how many people would buy seats to Dweezil’s show knowing part of it was ample and flagrant groping of his bulge, well until he was pitching a large and obvious tent in his pants? One he’d intentionally make wobble in front of a crowded audience with the way he struts and steps around the stage? They’d know what’s coming when that dragon grips his cloth-wrapped hard-on and yanks it over his trousers while snarling lyrics into the mic! As he does, the occasional quiver in his gravely voice hints at his concealed fuckstick’s cries for more. It’d only be a matter of time before Dweezil pulls the waistband of his pants down over the arcing bend of his ridged erection, delaying only to tease his rowdy fans, before letting his thickly-hooded dragon cock spring out to enthusiastic cheers and whistles! Clearly, we know who the real star of the show is.

Dripping with sweat and pre from the gratuitous caressing and kneading it received while confined, Dweezil’s boner bounces and swings with every step and gyration of his snake-like body, pulling his waistband down a little lower to allow his rotund ballsack to join the show as well. This would be about the time where patrons hopefully heeded the “first few rows may get wet” warning when they bought their tickets, because Dweezil isn’t one to stop with just flaunting his naked nethers in the spotlight! The audience will have to be ready for the ever-hedonistic-and-exhibitionist dragon, should any physical urge overtake him, to fling his cock outward toward the crowd and sling fluid out of his floppy foreskin and onto his fans-- whether it be white or yellow. I think it’d be worth a momentary lapse in singing where words are replaced with a feral roar! I’d buy a front-row seat to that even if I didn’t like the actual music.

Just call it “performance art.”

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