Becoming & Being A Slave – My illustrated fantasies

He’s an illustrator with a dark obsession: the electrifying moment a boy becomes a slave. BoomerSM plunges into fantasies of coercion, helplessness, and the ultimate surrender, exploring the seductive line between desire and absolute control. Get ready to dive into the mind of an artist who craves to be owned, even if only in his art.

MasterMarc: Hi BoomerSM. That pivotal moment when a boy surrenders and truly becomes a slave seems to hold a special, almost sacred appeal for you as an illustrator. What makes that threshold so utterly captivating for your art?

BoomerSM: It’s like a threshold. A point where you can’t go back and pretend it’s not real. In fantasy, like much of my art, it’s meant to imply permanence, but even in a real-life scene, you can still feel that way, even if it’s not going to be.

MasterMarc: It’s clear that in your deepest fantasies, you ache to be forced into slavery. Can you explain the intoxicating cocktail of feelings linked to such a scenario, and what’s the raw, undeniable attraction of it for you?

BoomerSM: It’s difficult to say, and is quite touchy given the nature of consent. In real life, naturally, consent is paramount, yet so many of us fantasize about being forced, forced into all sorts of things… Smarter people than I am sure can dive deeper into it, but for me, it’s all about helplessness. Loss of power.

In my normal life, I have to make so many decisions. In my day job I’m responsible for so much, but that dark, innate part of me just wants to fall to my knees. Yet, I don’t want to give it up. I love my intelligence, my skills, my responsibility, so there’s no way I’d ‘willingly’ become a slave… a real slave…

So in my head, it becomes what I draw. Guys seduced, coerced, forced. Other men have decided for them what their fate is, and that’s incredibly sexy to me.

The Artist Slave: A Dream of Owned Talent

MasterMarc: Do you believe that if a slave truly lives a life of service, the very skills you just mentioned—your intelligence, your talent—would become a problem? Or is there a way to integrate those into a life of complete ownership?

BoomerSM: Depends on if you’re asking from a realist’s standpoint, or my art universe’s standpoint.

Real slavery and total power exchange is doable, but I’d say it’s probably rare. People still need money and jobs, etc… In saying that, I think a Master would be wise to use his slave’s skills.

I do have a dream of being collared, gimped and turned into an artist slave… drawing and writing for the benefit of its Master…

MasterMarc: Sounds like a glorious plan! We should definitely put it out there to our readers: is there a Master out there in desperate need of an artist slave? So, tell us, what does it truly mean to you, deep down, to be a slave?

BoomerSM: I don’t even know. I don’t think my past service has ever really met that level I’m after… I’m still trying to figure out what slave lives inside me, what gimp, what bitch, what pup… hopefully I figure it out soon.


BoomerSM has bared his fascinating soul, revealing a complex world where fantasy and reality blur in the pursuit of ultimate surrender. His exploration of forced submission and his dream of becoming an artist slave offer a tantalizing glimpse into the depths of human desire.

What aspects of BoomerSM’s art or his personal fantasies resonated most with you? Does his vision of power and helplessness spark your own desires? Share your comments below!

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