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I'd like to see Austin a few years later. He's bulked up in all the right places and his toned body is shown off to the max with the beautiful tattoos that have enveloped his body. He's got into the fetish scene and is a regular at venues where the dress code is leather, rubber and PVC. He draws lustful looks from the patrons . Young skinheads, punks in leather and chains are drawn like to his incredible body like moths to a flame. He carefully scans the club for younger, shy guys like his former self. He'll go outside to have a smoke and these naive young men will follow, not knowing why they need him to notice them. Austin will pull out his pack of smokes and then fumble through his pockets looking for his lighter for a few moments before his unsuspecting victim will produce a Zippo that has sparked to life. In the flicker of the flame they make eye contact and Austin will reveal his dazzling smile and the young guy will be primed to be his next victim....

So glad to see that you finished the story. It was well worth the wait. ❤️

It sends me into orbit! It's the perfect way to open up my hole... I absolutely love being rimmed.

I have read a few studies on the subject but most of the thing they are saying is pure speculation. Without long and extensive clinical studies that would take years, it is very difficult to come up with any meaningful data. Does a virus have any sort of intelligence... I think not; however it could have some chemical inbuilt, that when it is secreted into it's host may have the capacity to reduce inhibitions or to make the host made ill informed decisions. Will it induce us to transform into self absorbed sexual predators... no.. as a virus does not have intelligence or the capacity to have emotional responses.

I think my switch was flicked when I was around 10 years old. We had neighbors whose eldest son was around 25 and had served in the army. When he came back home he used to spend hours in the garden shed, working on his motorbike. I played with one of his younger sisters in their garden but always had a fascination for Terry. He was muscular and would wear overalls when he worked on his motorbike. The had a few oil patches and always smelt of engine oil and smoke, He would smoke a lot while he tinkered around with the bike. He would always lip dangle his cigarette as he worked. He always seemed preoccupied with what he was doing and took very little notice in me or his sister although he was always very nice to us both. Some times he would call me into the shed to ask for help if he was working and I would pass him spanners or pliers or whatever else he needed. If it was something fiddly, he used to ask me to hold a flashlight, which would mean getting closer to him. I would end up in the middle of a smoke cloud while he worked. The smoke and engine oil mixture would sometimes linger in my nose for a hour afterwards. He kept his motorbike leathers and wet weather gear in the shed.

I remember helping him one evening in the late autumn and the shed had no heating. It was cool and the flashlight was shaking because I was so cold. When he noticed, he grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. It felt incredible and I remember slipping my arms inside the sleeves. I could smell the smoke and oil from the jacket. We worked for around 30 minutes when I heard my mum calling me to say it was time for tea. I was very reluctant to leave as I didn't want to have to take off the amazing leather jacket.

By the time my tea was finished Terry had closed up the shed for the evening. As I undressed that evening, I noticed the familiar smell of the oil and smoke on my sweater. Normally, my cast off clothes would have gone straight into the laundry basket. I remember hiding the sweater. At bedtime I retrieved it and hid it under the bedclothes. I kept inhaling the sweater and for the first time in my life, I couldn't understand why my penis felt so good. It was hard and I remember rubbing it and lying on my stomach and moving my body back and forth until the "inevitable" happened. I didn't understand what had happened and thought I had wet myself. I had felt so good and I remember sneaking into the bathroom for a face cloth to clean my self and my sheets.

Over the period of a few days. I repeated the same ritual until gradually the smell of Terry's jacket disappeared from the sweater and the source of my arousal was gone. Over the years I took my opportunities to help Terry and was sometimes rewarded with a ride up and down the street on the back of his bike. I think I knew from that age that I was attracted to men but was also determined to own a leather jacket. I didn't get the opportunity to buy one until I was 18 but it didn't take long until it was embedded with the aroma of smoke too.

I love how the photographer calmly manipulated the whole session. The gallery walk though, the carefully choreographed  brushes of his cock to get Tim aroused before took his prize. Such a well crafted story... loved it !

What a cliffhanger..loved it!

Things a going to ramp up now that Gregor has Joshua in his clutches. Connor has put his brother in danger and must act soon. Loved it!

I don't think it's going to be too long before Sam is the star of Jon's next video. 🐷

Hope the black guy has a friend that he can bring along for the next session. Which one of the boys do you think will call him first now they had a taste 😉

I see that Finlay has undergone the full process of becoming a Vampire whereas James is now an eternal servant. Can Finlay exist without his creator? If Gregor is killed will his death result in  Finlay's too? I think Gregor should have converted James completely as a form of self preservation as I imagine Connor will be conflicted is Gregor's death could result in the loss of his friend. I guess we will find out soon 🙂

Great story!

I was sort of hoping that Connor's blood could  be some sort of antidote to Gregor's. When Connor realises the power that it carries will he be able to heal Tomas? It must come from a love of the person. Hopefully it won't be long before all of the gang will be under Connor's protection. I'm looking forward to Finlay's conversion and James's fate to be revealed. I'm hoping that he's going to spend some time in the cage...

That was a chapter even Anne Rice would have been pleased to have written.

I guess the odds were finally loaded in Sam's favour 🙂

Let's hope that James takes heed of what he has been told. I've a feeling that it won't be long before he's in Gregor's clutches..

What a fantastic chapter, full of action and love making. It was a real cliff hanger at the end. Wonder how Connor will react to the news from home when he hears it.

What a sensual encounter between Connor and & Gregor in this chapter. It made for compulsive reading... Loved it!

I'm kind of hope that Sam is so excited that he puts his own name down of the bottom's list. I wonder what would happen of one of the bottoms chickened out at the last minute. Would Sam be forced to take his place ? 👿

Great chapter. For anyone into bondage and dungeon scenes this was a very erotic read. Loved it!

A new modern gothic... love it so far..

So good to find another story from you in the lead up to Christmas losolent!

You certainly have a gift for writing a gripping narrative.

What a great story!

A very skillfully written short story. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was concise but you  still managed to leave me feeling empathy for Matthew and his remaining years with Somchai.