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Making Boys Hard as Rock
by Bassrn5 (rjc555657@aol.com)
Revised 8/9/04
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A gay man finds specially made gloves, which turn
things to stone when they are touched by them. After
finding them in the original home of the man who had
passed himself off as a gifted sculptor of the human
form, he uses the gloves on living boys and men,
especially young boys... to turn them into amazingly
life-like statues of stone. (MM, M+/b, fantasy, nc,
rom, ped, 1st, bd, tor)
***
Disclaimer: This is a tale of gay erotic fiction. Any
resemblance to living people or events is purely
coincidental. It features graphic sexual contact
between and among boys, teens, and adult men (b/b, t/t,
b/M, M/M, also there is petrification of males,
especially boys). If this is beyond comprehension, is
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Chapter 1
The seclusion and privacy of a luxuriously furnished
and elegantly maintained mansion was the reward one
lucky man reaped for the "skill" he had developed.
Well, it wasn't a REAL skill and he didn't "develop"
it. But, it was the illusion of having one, which is
really what mattered. At any rate, this "skill" allowed
him to build a reputation as the world's supreme
sculptor. Built on a lush and vastly wooded property
located not far from a large metropolitan city, his
stately manor was lovingly nicknamed "The American
Louvre" by the patrons who admired and worshipped the
artist's "Reality" series of sculpture. It was a style
that each one of his creations exemplified. And because
of the unbelievable frenetic pace in both quality and
quantity of fine marble figures that seemed to be
produced by so unassuming a man... he made news! Big
time news! Worldwide news! For his talent for
reproducing life, in stone. That is the part of the
news that was spread all around the world!
Because of the large quantity of newly finished
statuary that was created, and even showcased and
displayed monthly, pieces could be ordered to the taste
and most incredibly, even to the specific description
of action or in the attitude they wanted their marble
figure to be sculpted. The sculptor would comply with
every order, and usually within a few months, unveil
the completed version of his vision of the statue that
was requested by the submitter. The artist who lived
there, over a period of 60+ years or so, had cranked
out piece after piece of both sexually and non-sexually
explicit nudes. Most, if nearly all of them depicting
some sort of sexually explicit act flaunting a
particular part of the male body which showcased the
artist's extraordinary grasp of attention to anatomical
detail with regards to definition of the nude landscape
of the human body.
The craftsmanship was unbelievable! Never before had
anyone in the world seen the male form reproduced in
solid marble with such concern for realism from the
point of view of the statue! Or the subtlety of human
drama! One was able to feel the energy radiating from
the statue's lifeless physique and from any of the
nonfunctioning body parts, as if the life-like exterior
stony pieces were taken from plaster casts off a living
person! It was like being a bystander peering at a
snapshot in time of the action being portrayed by the
figure.
"The relationship of the boy, of their innocence, of
their importance to society as potential role models
and leaders and especially for their human beauty... I
dedicate my life to immortalizing every aspect of their
being... with the talent that God has given me!"
Well, that was the bogus dedication that the sculptor
gave anyway, to society, for embarking on such an
obsessive goal.
To him, the importance of being young, male and quite
the erotic symbol of said species were the reasons the
artist would tell the critics for being the inspiration
for his work. THAT was partly correct! But, a major
factor in the decision for selecting boys as his
sculpting subjects was that he simply liked them.
It profusely helped that he was gay, and that he loved
to be around teenagers all the time, pampering to the
needs and desires of those handsome young boys any
chance he got! Because of his rising enormous ego, and
the fact that he had the power to do this to boys, and
literally to anyone or anything he touched with his
sculptor's gloves, he wanted to utilize his perceived
talent at creating sculpture that stood out for
centuries, and to be remembered for what he was able to
create, which was beauty everlasting, after he was dead
and gone.
He remembered that old expression, "A thing of beauty,
is a joy forever!" For him, that would be the
presumption others understood, for doing what he ended
up doing for the world. To give further inspiration to
others. To possibly pick up where he left off, and
create the classics of their time. The desirable figure
of a boy was the symbol that he chose as his craft and
prominence.
After viewing statue after statue at monthly
conventions in his home, the public, as well as the art
world, would sing praise for the full spectrum of
emotional reactions each figure usurped from those who
had the opportunity to gaze at the phenomenal figures.
It was his deep seated desire to be near them, a point
every member of society could speculate, by the
richness and loving care he gave to the realistically
chiseled surfaces of all the anatomy of each sculpture
he presented. One was led to assume that the uncanny
resemblance of the statues to actual boys, and the
attitudes they were captured in, reflected his
attraction and interest in creating them. But it ran
deeper than that, and more physical than anyone would
ever realize.
"God, the humanity evoked in that marble!!" and "A
modern day Da Vinci!!" were a few of the thousands of
the phrases people shouted after viewing the latest
sculpture, as his reputation worldwide for excellence
and perfection to the homage of the human form flowed
to the corners of the earth. Others, mostly jealous
artists who tried to downplay everything he did by
their rumblings that his art was boring and redundant,
spoke a different tune to anyone who would listen.
"Pervert!" "Uninspired drivel!!" and the outrageously
farfetched "Medusa imitator!!!" were not uncommon
amongst the name calling that was spoken by his
competitors in the art world.
As a matter of fact, that last article of disrespect
and insolence was probably closer to accuracy and more
a true comparison of his "talent"! Because in all
probability, only the mythical handiwork of Medusa
herself, with her power of turning a boy or man to
stone instantly with something as simple as a careless
glance, could churn out from head to toe, complete
statues of boys and men of the same caliber of
authenticity, in as short a time frame as he could!
But, he didn't care what they'd say! After all, he was
the one whom was able to do it and no one else in the
entire world could! And, by gosh did he relish in that
thought! The feeling of being able to turn a handsome
boy, or really any boy of his choosing, into a statue
of solid stone of such breathtaking proportions,
capturing all of the youth's intricate body structure,
seductive surface anatomy and innocent sensuality, for
the only reason being to preserve his physical beauty
for all time, was quite a turn on! And it showed in the
amount of loving affection he gave to each finished
product afterward. People caught the observation that
he treated the coveted piece he just "fashioned" and
premiered, as if it were still a living thing...a young
person he might have known recently. That seemed a bit
odd to them. But it was written off as the eccentricity
of a genius. The strangeness that sometimes goes along
with being super talented.
It took a little time though to perfect his statuary
craft. Making mistakes at first, and touching young men
at the wrong time, were all part of the trial-and-error
which came with any job. In order to perfectly capture
his subject and stop time for him literally, he had to
learn a thing or two about goal-oriented perseverance
and how to, for example, achieve the patience as that
of an expert photographer, who learns the rewards of
his trade awaiting for the rare opportunity to snap an
award winning photo of his subject. The professional
photographer analyzes and observes his subject, no
matter how long it takes, for just the right moment.
Then he pushes the button and takes the picture!
Similarly, this sculptor had to learn how to study the
mannerisms and body language of his so-called young
models and subjects every chance he got, by spending
time with them to get to know each of their
idiosyncrasies, if he had the time to do so! God knows
that would most definitely affect the final appearance
of the sculpture! But, some boys were so energetic and
in-motion so much, that converting the flashier ones to
stone on the spot, was the only way!!
By trying to organize everybody's statuary want lists
himself (something he had to perform alone for fear of
discovery), and by also managing the business end that
the sale of the expensive sculptures brought in, he
learned how to control and master the cash flow, always
ensuring that he had constant work lined up for
himself. He was always worried about the availability
of money he needed to have on hand to use to attract
the males who would eventually become the very artwork
he was requested to produce. The trouble was always
finding the right type of boy to use as the figure
which would become the next statue.
When he selected the proper boy to transform into the
unmoving matter he was capable of changing them into,
he usually obtained them through a series of bribes,
deceit and betrayal. And if the situation warranted it,
the sculptor was not averse to even using the
occasional lure from alcohol, making it easier for him
to prepare the young lads by getting them a little bit
drunk and taking away some of their adolescent
inhibitions.
Everything usually worked out just right in the end,
and both parties benefited from the final result. The
proper emotion, the degree of sensitivity, the
loveliness of the portrayal and the attractiveness of
the face. The exhibition and sale of the custom-made
stone statue of the boy, to the overwhelmingly
satisfied man who placed the order and paid the fee
originally agree upon.
In keeping with these self-enforced rules, he could
fulfill not only the dreams of those collectors whose
sculpture orders he was finalizing, but also try to
improve upon the piece he may have just previously
sold, in the event another art collector wanted a
similar statue created that had already been sold. This
way, future sculpture that he was commissioned to make,
would bring him and his art more fame and would elevate
his reputation as a visionary to an even loftier
position. Unless of course, he found a particular boy
away from his usual "workshop studio".
It was, in reality, a boy's play room inside the
sculptor's home, where they were lured to and seduced
with the promise of having an enjoyable time there. It
contained every imaginable plaything any boy would
NEVER refuse entry to, and where he obviously kept his
sculptor's gloves in a box under lock and key. Should
that active boy be so rare and stunning a specimen of
humanity and be close enough physically to convert into
compelling art, that waiting for the chance to capture
that fleeting moment of the youth's life-inspiring
movements would raise the risk of losing the prime
opportunity of trapping the award winning statue that
would come from his body, then he would waste no time
in skipping the step of bringing him to his home, and
touch him right then and there.
In having to do it that way, he would grasp the
opportunity without further thought and add the boy's
instantly petrified body to his display caravan and
then have that product, with its increased weight from
sudden conversion into pure marble, carted back to his
private manor under the safest and strictest
conditions. In essence, he forced into stone, subjects
that because of their adolescent ages, had absolutely
no idea they were being measured as the sculptor's next
magnificent stone accomplishment to be unleashed to the
world of art, via the auctioneer's catalog. Or, they
were simply incapable of realizing and understanding
how their converted stone bodies would have the impact
that they would have on the world of art, civilization
and man.
That dark thought, that he was unwittingly forcing
those youngsters to become objects of sexuality, lust
and desire, to be used as either inanimate sex toys or
sensual display decorations by other men, without
giving the consent to do so, was the only thought that
tore at his soul on a daily basis for the entire
duration of time he was able to accomplish such a
fantastic livelihood. It would also be the undoing of
his drive to continue with his endeavor in the years to
come. After all those days and nights spent watching
the flawless white marble replace the nicely developing
masculine bodies of all those young lads, the guilty
pleasure of preserving their compact physiques into
magnificent stone trophies, year after year after year,
had finally taken their toll on the conscience of the
once proud artisan. One day, he would lock up the
gloves forever!
But, since the unveiling and public sale of the first
young boy who succumbed to the effects of his special
and magically constructed gloves, that is, the statue
of a boy that he would actually sell from his private
collection (he kept the first few, until he made one he
could actually part with). His body of work was
compared constantly to the great artists of other
museum quality nudes of the classical Greek and Roman
era, filling a void left open for centuries in the art
world. Some of his incredible figures were ordinary and
plain pieces, depicting boys at play in adolescent or
prepubescent situations and some appeared to be semi-
posed portrayals. But somewhere executed with a most
interesting and significant allure of sensuality,
depicting teenaged and older pre-teen boys at a most
private or vulnerable instant in time.
And that was the reason why his work got the attention
it did. They were both controversial and awe-inspiring
works of art, glaring with fulfillments of male fantasy
and guilty adult pleasure! Which is why they
unquestionably caught the eye of the general public!
What sculptor on earth could duplicate with intricate
detail in unliving stone, the sexual explicitly and
energy of a boy at age 15, a virgin no less being
tenderly and expertly stimulated by the invisible
fingers of an experienced man? One who had been
masturbating him ever so slowly, with fingers racing up
and down his erection, to point close to climax,
building him up to full blown sexual arousal and
tension, several times over and over, allowing him to
enjoy every second of his ecstasy!
And then finally, at the "point of no return" suddenly
stopping him in his tracks! Completely without consent,
and without ever imagining he would be interrupted
before sexual release! Leaving him to be showcased
until the end of time as a nude statue on the verge of
orgasm!
To gaze at the boy's stone shaft with its veiny
exterior, delicious upswing and drool-inducing
curvature! The young teenager's perfectly formed and
fully engorged penis frozen into 100% marble at the
maximum stage of sexuality! The scientific
impossibility of the boy's marble-white erection,
appearing so powerful looking in its stone
representation! The permanent uplift and motionless
protrusion of the organ's time-stopped angle of
arousal, looking more like a penis shaped coat or
umbrella hanger than it's original vehicle as the tube
to ejaculate manufactured sperm and semen from. The
hint of swelling occurring inside the aching scrotum
connected like a stone stalk, halted in sexual
progression! Stony pubic hairs sparsely populating the
genitalia, including the nearly hairless surface on the
bag-like pouch likewise arrested in motion while
displaying full wrinkled compression, because of
imminent pre-orgasm contraction of its egg-shaped
contents! Tense and bloated... with the sense of urgent
release, as they would normally appear in nature in the
seconds before the boy's imminent orgasm! All
realistically captured and visualized so nicely on this
beautiful piece of sculpture.
To ponder in awe at the chiseling of a superbly
mastered carving of a handsome young head thrown back,
thick hair in unkempt disarray, with the facial
expression of contorted pleasure in the sweet lines of
his face, as that same teen awaits with anticipation
and presumed sense of awareness, for his delayed orgasm
to finally arrive and consume him! Curved shafts of
thin stone lashes arranged seductively on closing
eyelids. A silent parted mouth that voiced a guttural
cry of emotion when it was cut-off in it's effort. Sure
enough a private act, turned into an artist's
exhibition of one.
Because of the accelerated ejaculation rate and the
quick onset of orgasm in the age group represented by
this teenager, which boy on the entire planet could
possibly pose for such a session, and maintain the
appropriate look of pleasure induced facial contortion
on such an adolescent face, with the forcefulness of
impending climax frozen on a fully engorged cock for
the prolonged length of time needed to sculpt it? With
the assistance of art objects as simple and plain
looking as thin rubber gloves, only he could do it!
It's just that no one knew there was a spell placed on
them, but him!
This is why he made his home to be as much a museum as
any, for the display of these nude teen and pre-teen
statues. It was a place that held for auction many hi-
intensity and emotionally charged pieces, like the nude
described above, which eventually went by the title:
"boy-at-orgasm"! That phrase was lovingly engraved by
the sculptor on the plaque at the base of the marble
figure. It was deemed too mouth-watering and sexy to be
enjoyed by just one collector! Pieces of art such as
that one usually went to the man (or woman in certain
instances!) with the highest bid who was willing to pay
whatever it took to claim the sculpture.
Incidentally, that impressive piece sold to a wealthy
and famous collector of sexually erotic statuary five
decades ago, for 2.3 million dollars! It was a record
for it's day! And, it sold after the most feverish and
exasperating bidding war ever seen at that time.
Amongst arrests for harassment and threats of violence
to the winner of the figure, the art world would also
be jolted for the first time by the extreme, almost
fanatically obsessive interpretation of human anatomy
which had been highly notable on every inch of that
figure. Complete turmoil was the atmosphere that day,
all because of the creation and public display of one
solitary supine statue of a naked boy, sculpted at
arguably man's most vulnerable moment. His internal and
external emotions frozen in time, telling us with
details clearly visible all over his youthful body,
that he was just about to cum.
Suffice it to say, people paid well for some pieces.
Very well in fact! Arguments, fights and words of hate
were exchanged repeatedly in the halls of the mansion,
again mostly from the collectors who failed to bid the
highest on the marble works of art and lost out on yet
another marvelous interpretation of male beauty. The
sculptor saw this happen time and time again, and swam
in the sea of self-glorification and superiority that
it repeatedly generated. No harm was ever done! And,
people were always being rewarded with the best works
of art the world would ever realize. Satisfaction was
the middle name for this sculptor, and no one was hurt
in the process, except of course the boys and men who
were the unwilling sources for his sculpture, but no
one was ever able to put it together and figure out the
secret of exactly how he did it.
***
The years passed. Many endearing and unforgettable
figures continued to be sculpted by this man. He was an
endless creator of the art form. But, something
happened many years ago that put an end to the flowing
river of exemplary figures churned out by his hand.
Statue-making by the famous sculptor unexpectedly came
to a stand-still. Many presumed it was because of
advancing age, others felt that his creative juices had
stopped flowing. But, there were a few who suspected it
was the culmination of guilt and sorrow, a few who saw
beyond the veil of lies and ability he thought he had
woven so tight to conceal the truth. The result of the
endless use of the petrifying ability of his gloves led
to his decision to stop!
Those clever enough to notice the impossibility of
statue replication of various parts of human anatomy
had guessed it right: that the silenced voices of the
thousands of unsuspecting male victims finally came
crashing through the walls of his arrogance and
superiority. And now, an elderly man, sensing his end
was near, lies on a large mattress inside a bedroom
packed with unimaginable groups of accurately depicted
naked male statuary.
Slowly pulling the covers off of his worn out body, he
climbs down from his expensive and ornately fashioned
bed, and proceeds slowly past one of those lovely
groups of silent statues. It is a trio of exquisitely
crafted nude young figures, each stored on separate low
platforms placed at the foot of the king-sized bed. Two
of them purposely made to face perpetually at the
direction of the head of the bed, where the aging man
could enjoy them as he fell asleep and immediately upon
awakening every morning, allowing him the visuals to
make use of his morning erection. Only the sculptor
knew the real ages of these once living, yet still
strikingly handsome young lads.
The first figure in the group, as far as he could
recall, used to be a shy but very good looking 12 year
old boy. It stood stone-still in full blown sexual
arousal, eyes closed, and mouth open as if about to
sing a note any second. The gorgeous features of the
head flipped backward and tilted upward at a seductive
angle so that any visitors to the bedroom could enjoy a
long peek up into his delicately constructed perfect
diagonal nostrils. The engorged penis permanently
frozen in the fingers of the right hand, as he was
flash-frozen into stone while masturbating himself in
presumed privacy. The other arm bent at the elbow with
the hand extended backward in involuntary pre-orgasm
contraction. His lightly muscular body after the
transformation, had always been proudly displayed to
reveal nude and youthful perfection! He became a symbol
at once, a celebration of boys, and of boy's bodies
everywhere, to the men who were turned on by them.
They were always bowled over at the level of detail
found everywhere they touched and probed on that nude
youth's stone body. It was the satisfying reward given
to that lucky man, using a subtle almost imperceptible
application of the gloves to the surface of any living
body he touched! The man remembered the emotion and
sense of power he felt at watching how that boy stopped
moaning so suddenly and so quickly after his orgasm
started to overtake him. He took advantage of the
youth's morning masturbation session. The hidden
sculptor had come out from the bathroom closet and
applied the graze of the left-handed glove to the skin
of the lad's upper back, as he saw his body rise up on
it's cute tippy-toes! A sure sign of the arriving
orgasm! Seconds later, he watched as a heavier white
stone statue replaced the boy's living body.
A second young figure, once an active 11 year old
vigorously athletic boy, was fixed on the display stand
supported onto it's marble ass cheeks. His hairless,
white polished body, ingeniously captured in the midst
of doing a sit-up. Pure white coloration of the
statue's firmly constructed ass, legs and other surface
structures sparkled in stark contrast to the dark
striated marble flooring. Anatomically correct
genitalia with a few sparse curly pubic hairs were
chiseled into gloriously realistic detail between yummy
looking stony legs that were straightened out in front
of the solid marble nude body, as if someone had been
holding them down, as a helper would do, to assist
while the boy was trying to exercise more efficiently.
The figure's feet, themselves a display of impeccable
anatomical skill by the sculptor, were held out in
front of the statue's body, enabling a viewer of this
area to stand in awe at the magnificently fashioned
marble digits complete with etched-in toe prints and
manicured shimmering toenails that perfectly resembled
a varnished finish. Its lines of abdominal muscularity
chiseled with the utmost realism into the surface
anatomy of the statue's oblique and rectus abdominus
muscles, unmatched for a youth so young, by even the
most accomplished athlete in town. The body unnaturally
posed as if interrupted in mid-exercise, unexpectedly
frozen into stone in mid-step, awaiting to complete the
rhythm of its full forward bend. The youth's toned
muscles, both in his legs, his back and his abdomen,
petrified in sensual relief against polished skin of
white marble.
Yes, it was the sculptor himself who offered to help
the boy do his sit-ups that day, forcing this stunning
human template of statuesque proportions into a sensual
work of art which became the envy of SO many art
collectors, their multi-million dollar offers to
purchase the incredible statue constantly denied time
and time again, by the owner of the magic gloves. He
never could part with the thought of NOT being able to
touch and gaze at all those muscles frozen in action
all over that boy's chiseled body, day after day after
day!
The third figure, a unique piece with it's posterior
facing the bed, was a statue of a 15 year old teen,
apparently frozen in stone while having his hands
raised leaning forward against a wall, such as a
policeman would expect from a potential felon or thief,
after being caught. The reason someone purposely faced
it forward looking in the other direction was evident
by the stunning landscape of it's back side. The back
musculature was delineated SO well, it could teach male
anatomy to the viewer! It was the most spectacular and
true-to-life representation of rear male nudity ever
observed on a free standing sculpture! And, to this
day, it remains unsurpassed as a model for bodybuilding
boys and even adult men to achieve, as a goal in
building up the gluteal muscles of their own strong
bodies in gymnasiums and exercise clubs!
Also, the nude statue of this youth came with a bubble
butt for a rear end that was so smooth and sumptuous,
it would probably be able to silence all the shouts
from an angry mob simply by the onset of lust and
arousal it's perfect curvature would evoke! A friend of
the sculptor's once said that in profile, that boy's
ass resembled a shelf because it stuck out so much! He
stated that when that boy was standing up or walking,
his ass would be able to hold a glass of wine for the
person who needed a place to put it!
It looked like it was carved by the gods (AND with the
help of good genes) to a delicious shade of roundness!
His sexy ass was so fully formed for a person of his
age, and it had the straightest deep vertical crack
down the middle dividing it into perfect shiny melons
of flesh, to delicious roundness, that if it could be
converted into a harder more permanent form of matter,
it might JUST be able to carry out that comparison! The
sculptor always remembered his friend's comment on the
resemblance of the teenager's butt to that of a shelf.
Finally, after countless days and nights with that
thought in mind, ogling that beautiful sight with his
eyes and imagination, he couldn't resist using the
gloves mighty power on the boy's nice-looking body! He
had to find out!
So, one night, while playing an innocent game with the
shirtless boy, he touched him on the back of the head,
and watched in delight the wave of petrification
cascading down his beautifully toned and muscled back,
then disappearing underneath his boxer shorts, and
emerging again at the top of his hairless legs!
He knew it had passed right over both of those
delicious globes, so pulling the shorts down off the
statue's butt proved completely that his greatest
desires had come true! The boy's perfectly round butt
had been rendered immediately into melons of stone, as
the marble-like transforming wave passed through his
body! Such a vulnerable pose for a boy to be
in...especially when he'd been turned into a statue of
stone, on purpose! Having him play cops and robbers
with the sculptor, was the perfect way to have him lean
forward against the wall, so he would be able to
emphasize the unbelievable roundness of that delicious
butt of his!
So alas... a shelf indeed was what the boy's butt was
used for! After turning him around so that his stone
ass became one of the bed's end tables, he retained his
petrified pose, with his hands and arms held out
forward, and his palms placed flat up against an
invisible wall, sightless open eyes looking straight
ahead. An expression of subtle disbelief hinted in the
facial features on the statue's cute face. A piece of
human furniture acting as a table, to put discarded
clothes on from the bodies of aroused men who used the
bedroom's sultry atmosphere for steamy sex.
Clothes that were removed in swift haste, in
preparation for all of the fondling and foreplay that
went on in that room. The sculptor purposely used the
nude statue of that teenaged boy with the roundest ass
for seducing many of his lovers, and for all others who
used the room to sleep in, so that everyone would have
the most mind-blowing and satisfactory orgasms just by
glancing at and fondling the perfect anatomy of any of
the statues and succumbing to the lust which was
overflowing in the room.
And finally, as a "human table" for the glasses of wine
and liquor drunk by the various lovers who were lucky
enough to spend the night with the sculptor in his
bedroom. A tribute in stone, to that one remark made by
a friend who noticed that the boy's ass would make a
great "shelf" to put a glass of wine on.
In later years, he moved the statue to the foot of the
bed, so he could look at the sheer beauty of what the
product of stone-replaced-flesh as a result of magic
had accomplished for him. The lust and desire that this
petrified boy's nude body would provide for, endured
all the way to the sculptor's' final days. Every
indication of underlying bone, every impression of
muscle, each vascular prominence and line of human
expression. His body as a whole seduced him every
night.
From the gloss reflected off every inch of the statue's
smooth superficial skin, to the realism noted inside
the crack and crevices of it's marble ass, that boy
delivered! It enabled so many masturbation sessions for
so many people, especially for the man who created it.
It became the sexual proving ground for literally
thousands of aroused living penises that rubbed up
against it.
The ultra smooth surface anatomy of it's lifeless stone
butt cheeks got smoother and shinier over time,
especially along the midline portion, as more and more
rigid cocks took their turns and rubbed the marble
surfaces to sexual fulfillment! It was no wonder that
it became the sculptor's favorite bedroom statue! A
statue which solely existed year after year, in
providing an intense sexual high from the pent-up
orgasms of all the men who had the privilege of "using"
it.
On this long awaited but terribly dreaded day, he
struggled to free himself from the warmth and comfort
of his king-sized bed. He struggled to move from the
sight of such flawless and seductive statuary which at
one time hypnotized him with their youthful
pornographic presence. All just innocent boys, doing
him a favor, following a command, involved in an
ordinary daily activity, each unwittingly, unknowingly,
and without consenting to being transformed into human
sculpture, reduced in an instant to just some
extraordinary sexy stone statues of the very best
specimens of youth ever presented before the eyes of
the sculptor.
Eventually, as he grew older, nightly masturbatory
compulsions replaced the daily worship and admiration
of their motionless bodies until the boyhood collection
in his bedroom became just eye candy decoration for
occasional visitors to the manor. The sculptor opened
his eyes to drink in the beauty of the stone figures
occupying every portion of that marvelous sleeping
compartment, then walked slowly out and turned the
corner to tread down the long central corridor lined
with pristine floors of imported Italian marble and
walls of lacquered cherry wood, making his way to the
mansion's elegantly styled primary bathroom.
He drank a glass of water then wiped his hands on the
towel hanging on the wall next to the seemingly-
polished life-sized stone statue of a nude pre-teen
boy. It was standing fully upright on it's wonderfully
rendered marble toes and marble feet, which rested
permanently on the bare surface of the stately room's
floor. He studied the incredible detail of mildly
curved and luxuriously crafted stone eyelashes
connected to the far edge of closed eyelids. Then over
the ridges of fully developed lips on a slightly opened
mouth embellished with the greatest attention to
realism across it's attractive face as it held the
genital area of a man's jockstrap perfectly still, up
close to it's functionless nose, with life-like stone
fingers complete with fingerprints, still clutching
both ends of the scented cloth.
A slightly upturned nose so expertly carved, it still
had the impression of softness and suppleness despite
it's stone nature. But a reassuring touch and attempt
to tweak that impossibly hardened nose by the man who
created the sculpture's timeless anatomical beauty, by
a forceful pinch against it's nostril walls, reminded
him that it was definitely made of marble. It was a
cute boy's nose that was as hard as it had always been
since the moment he succumbed to the wave of unliving
stone.
The weird line of marble conversion had sped without
remorse or concern over the smooth blemish-free facial
surface from the point where he made initial contact
between the boy's body and the gloves. The sculptor ran
his deteriorating vision over all the landmarks which
had made the pre-teen such a handsome youth in the
first place, all the way down to the perfect replica of
the circumcision scar adoringly re-created and still
visible below the stony mushroom head. He drank in the
tantalizing eroticism the sculpture still induced,
despite being completely made of solid stone.
Due mostly to the silkiness of the skin along the
entire concave length of the short ski-sloped bridge of
his nose, all the sculpted nasal parts reflected even
the dimmest light, simply because of the original
lustrous quality of the living cells that once existed
on the surface of his body and actually over the boy's
entire original surface anatomy, including his most
private parts. Since that glorious day when he
foolishly asked the drunken boy to smell his jockstrap,
and the boy just as stupidly agreed.
Slightly narrowed twelve year old stony nostrils became
wonderfully captured in the act, like a snapshot-in-
time, reveling in the undergarment's pheromone bouquet.
Nostrils to this day that are so perfectly made, but
useless in function, and still hovering a scant
millimeter above the presumed location where the
sculptor's scented musk was probably originally
embedded in the cloth.
It had been agreed by everyone in the gay community
that the human sense of smell was never targeted and
portrayed as the prime focus on any previous work of
art in stone, or displayed so accurately and so
appropriately on a statue of a boy or man before, as it
was appreciated by the millions in the art community
who were able to inspect or gaze at the frozen attitude
and sensual expression noted on the statue of this
young boy. And to think, it was all because of a simple
touch on the innocent youth's sexy forearm, one drunken
night forty years ago. All he asked from the boy was to
help him undress and prepare the shower for him, after
both of them worked out in the basement gymnasium, and
the ingestion of several bottles of beer and wine.
But the boy's handsome looks, and the sculptor's
insobriety, made him do something irreversible to him,
which will now make him last for the ages! He was not
laughing in his pose, nor was he showing fear or
revulsion. In fact, his facial expression was enriched
with lust and boyish sensuality, that only a boy can
show on his face.
Regardless of whether he was part playing along, part
following orders, or part enjoying what he smelled, the
fact now remains: Along with the rest of his twelve
year old body captured and preserved in mid-inhalation
and evaluation of the odor within his wealthy
employer's sweaty jockstrap, his magnificently formed
nose really did become instantly polished, along with
every other inch of his flawless young body in the wake
of the gorgon-like transformation.
A magnificent boy-statue emotionally portraying
peaceful sensuality and perpetual seductiveness. That
was the feeling one would observe gazing at that boy,
taking in the molecules that provided arousal for an
entire species of man, and appearing thrilled to be
doing it. It was sort of a gay man's fantasy to watch a
cute boy doing that for a man, getting aroused over the
odor this boy-statue seemed to be inhaling. Getting
excited and feeling good over the smell of a groin's
natural function, was the effect the sculptor wanted to
elicit through this young statue. But, to look at it
every day, every morning in the bathroom! Mmmmm-mmmmm!!
The old man kissed his finger, and touched it to the
tip of the statue's hard nose. Once a 12 year old towel
boy employed by the sculptor, and still frozen in the
midst of sampling the intimately worn article of
clothing, it seemed to be one of those boys who was
captured at just the right moment, petrified in action,
almost painted with an air of gratitude, as if thanking
the sculptor for admiring him for all those years.
How many times had he stood in front of it,
masturbating in private to it to a mind-blowing climax,
while looking at the delicate muscularity and budding
sexuality he saw engraved in the sleek lines on the
stone figure. Staring one last memorable moment at the
nude figure, he turned to walk away, taking in the
boy's perfectly formed genitalia and masculine facial
and body features one more time before turning his
attention to the other exceptional young statuary
displayed in that private room.
There was the interesting nude he created which held
the sculptor's toothbrush with the additional capacity
of being able to hold a drinking cup in his other
marble fingers. A human styled toothbrush holder made
from a simple touch on the body of the unwitting 12
year old boy who had been asked to hold those items in
his hands, for a second. His arms were extended forward
making it easy to grasp the articles every morning and
night. His neck a perfect towel holder for the man
wishing to take a shower.
The next sculpture, a figure that was once an 11 year
old boy with ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), stood
with a sock hovering a fraction of an inch underneath
his every so slightly pinched-in nostrils, narrowed
from the swift movement of air through them. Small
nostrils interrupted in mid-action, presumably inhaling
the air passing within the article of clothing, as
evidenced by his cute facial features, twisted somewhat
to signify the displeasure of the odor his sense of
smell was detecting. The chest was expanded to fullness
capturing every muscular indentation, ridge and bone
outline imaginable on the boy's torso. The toned
muscularity of the limbs were unnaturally polished to
an extremely glossy finish. The slim hairless body
standing on firm smooth legs and strong solid toes and
feet, looking straight ahead through sightless eyes at
the sculptor who transformed him into a marble work of
art.
He then looked at the marble body of third boy bent
forward, wiping himself, running the years-old tattered
remains of a tissue in his fingers along the crevice of
his crack to a point a few centimeters from his anus,
performing an act which he and millions of other boys
and men perform on a daily basis. Here the only
difference being that living men who were interested in
the inspection of the figure, could now bend down and
peer at the contact point the statue made by his
fingers and depth of the ass crack and where they were
stroking near the anus.
The last figure in the bathroom was a double statue of
two boys entangled in a gay sex act. The larger boy
stood behind the figure of a boy of smaller
muscularity, pushing his curved marble teenage penis
inside the tight small anal canal on the boy's rear
end, in the attitude of full abandon. The look of
pleasure not pain, was noted on both figure's faces.
The smaller boy's leg raised up onto an invisible chair
or foot rest, so that the observer could examine the
anatomy where their genitalia met, with as much privacy
it seemed as those boys thought their sex act was
given. Their bodies all fully formed and compact with
developing muscularity and tone seized in their
shoulders, chests, legs and backs. Each a perfect
specimen of boyhood, sculpted with every nuance of the
human body visible in their surface anatomies.
After bending down to fondle the perfectly formed stone
genitalia on each of the numerous statues standing
inside the bathroom, he reached out and rubbed a finger
at the point of contact of the statue's penis and ass.
Then he continued sliding his finger along the line of
fused tissue, where the bare backing statue's penis was
entered into the open cavern of the smaller boy's anus
then along the surface to the posterior wall of the
scrotal stalk. He noted how deep the head of the boy's
cock was buried inside the stone anus of the other
statue. He gave a long sigh and got back up.
He had a difficult time just doing that movement and it
showed in his response. The grimace of pain hardly
masked the demeanor of determination engraved on his
face. The fulfillment of a promise made to himself
decades ago still guided this man, as he urged his weak
frame and fading body to persevere. With the sound of
torment in his breath and torture embedded in the lines
of his weary face, he slowly shuffled past some of the
finest and most cherished of his works that he created
during his career. The ones that he kept.
With a cane to assist him in one hand and limping to
one side, he moved slowly past the polished images
which had adorned every hallway, every bedroom, every
available space large enough to accommodate them in
that great manor. Figures that he added to his
collection frequently throughout his life. Although
trying to ignore the erotic association he couldn't
help to have forged with each of them, he couldn't bear
even at this late moment of his life to disregard them.
Having always denied ever hurting these boys, he
reminisced over the fun he had with his petrifying
gloves, as he passed several more stone trophies of his
talent, lined at the other side of the statue of the
boy with the jockstrap up to his nose. Before exiting
the bathroom, he stopped momentarily in front of the
stone renderings of a 14 year old boy and an 11 inch
cock lying on the ground. The statue's groin was
castrated sometime in the past. Flipping through the
pages of his faltering mind, he remembered the horror
of the discovery of the detachment that one morning.
His eyes came to rest on a well formed but separated
fully erect penis lying near the mineralized feet of
the figure. It was extremely detailed down to the
impression of having been in full arousal, curved
slightly upward near the coronal end, with a perfectly
formed mushroom shaped head and an embossed engorgement
of a cum tube on its underside. It was at one time
attached to the figure's genital area, but broke clean
off one day when someone inappropriately mounted the
statue for pleasure. The weight of the obese man
grinding onto the unprotected vulnerable cock, broke it
clean off from the base of the shaft clear across
through the scrotal stalk.
It was never revealed who the guilty party was, so the
sculptor kept both statue and penis near each other.
From that moment on, he used the stone cock as a
veritable dildo to only pleasure others with and
imagined the boy was turned to stone at the moment he
was emasculated with a knife, saving him from a life as
a eunuch. It was the only thing he could do, to feel as
if he prevented the boy from feeling such horrible
pain, after having his cock cut off. Well, that was the
vision he replaced the original petrification act with.
The reality of the blow job the boy had received
through a glory hole during his original
immortalization into stone, with his hands pressed
flush up against the bathroom stall wall, in sheer
pleasure, and his head turned in contortion and
ecstasy, was forever replaced with the statue's new
history of a man being bent on cutting the teen's penis
and balls off in an act of punishment while he was
receiving a blow job or was being masturbated by
someone else knelt down in front of him. The castrator
would receive the reward of his cutting by obtaining
and saving the organs all for himself as the grand
prize.
The sculptor imagined being present at the ceremony,
and hurriedly reached out touching the boy with the
gloves at the perfect moment, just as the knife
finished slicing through his shaft. He imagined the
boy's hands were held up against a wall that kept him
from witnessing his castration. His contorted
expression became explained away as the face of
contorted pain that he began to experience as he felt
the knife slice through his engorged shaft filled with
blood.
He would now have to become the image of a stone eunuch
created for the sole purpose of sexual gratification of
others. Forever using the boy's castrated stone cock as
the life-like sex organ others would love to have up
against their anuses, held tightly against their
prostates, with which to bring themselves and other men
who wished to have it inserted into them, to
inconceivable orgasm from the dildo-like organ's
impressive length and curvature.
Re-creating the statue's history sometimes was the only
way to re-think what he should really be doing with
these figures of stone. After all, they were perfectly
sculpted human likenesses. Created as if they were
individually carved... from life. Just as he always
perceived them, they stood there as seductive as they'd
always been. He steadfastly passed by each of them to
now celebrate their inanimate existences one more time!
Remembering what he always wanted to do on the last day
of his life, he had planned to stimulate himself in the
basement museum with one particular figure, and then
remain with one other for the final moments of his
life.
The emotion of sadness and the reality of forfeit sank
in with every passing second. He had to pay tribute to
them. He made sure he left detailed explanations for
the circumstances revolving around the creation of each
one, in a small box next to the stone feet and base of
each figure. He had to tell someone. Because each one
really was a labor of love... an expertly fashioned
nude sculpture.
Each one clearly a remarkable life-like representation
of the ideal male form. Each one so perfectly detailed,
down to the indication of a toe print or the dimple of
a tear duct, or the inner complexities of whorls,
indentations, and puckers woven inside a pre-teen and
teenager's sensual navel. The complex embryonic fusion
line displaying closure of a boy's testicles and penis
closed shut at an early period of development, and
still present on living men, too impossible to
represent in stone on a statue fashioned from a marble
block.
In this man's home, perfectly visible on the surface's
of all of his statues exactly where it should be, along
the undersides of penises and down the center of
scrotums, continuing into the privacy of the perineum
on every statue was that fusion line! Ending as a piece
of raised linear tissue, in the area called the "g-
spot", one could at least feel the area, if not be able
to see it, wonderfully located between the back scrotal
wall and the anus. All one had to do was search for it!
It was there!
Looking exactly like an artist's *impression* of blood
flow. The indication of real veins just under the stone
surface, suggested by an engorged pipe-like vessel
expertly embossed and curving around the jutting
upturned shaft of a whitened stone penis. They were all
alarmingly authentic and exact! The amount of precision
carved into the smooth marble surfaces of each figure
in the estate, was beyond belief! The time required to
exemplify such commitment and loving care for the
reproduction of an image to the degree noted on the
figures housed within the walls of this property, if
added end to end, would stretch far beyond those given
to mortal man.
The amount of time required would be unfathomable.
Several lifetimes would be necessary to accumulate the
amount of art work present in this collection, even if
it were done by a team of professional sculptor's
working day after day, night after night. It was by
far, unimaginable and out of a thinking person's
logical capability, to comprehend what boiled down to
be such simple skills that were secretly practiced in
the workshop of this particular sculptor, in order to
achieve such high degrees of realism on each of the
statue's bodies.
The patient handiwork utilized to reproduce each nuance
of the human body noted in every sculpture here was
far, far easier than anyone on earth would ever
imagine, even in their wildest dreams. Due to the
incredible quantity of provocative artwork displayed in
full naked glory, he could not stop to look at all of
them, but managed with every ounce of strength left in
him, to absorb the flawless allure and desire emanating
from an occasional inanimate youthful figure.
He just wanted to gaze into the unbelievably handsome
features notable on so many nude physiques left in his
victory walk through the castle-like residence one
final time....all products of his exceptional and
magical capability. As he staggered slowly down the
curved stairway to the first floor of the large home,
with eternal love and admiration in his eyes, he drank
in the beauty of the lovely statues intentionally
placed according to degree of sensuality and innocence,
along the decorative pathways of the mansion.
He reached the top of the immense spiral staircase. At
each spacious landing on the grand staircase, he rested
and took a few seconds to catch his breath. His mind,
once an endless well of creativity and imagination, of
which he often tapped into in creating the art that
stood before him, now seemed to play games with his
senses.
He imagined his "labors of love" beckoning him. In
front of the master sculptor, every stone sculpture on
their personal platform now seemed to stand proudly,
displaying their perfect lines in the heavy mass of
their anatomy, albeit without the consent for such a
public display of their final moment of life. Each in
their last act of human existence experienced before
being touched by the gloves. Each forgiving the man who
did this to them, for all that happened to them, for
the life that he stole from them. The possibility that
each figure standing there exonerated him of their
forced immortalization, the unwitting touch of the
gloves, the deceit and betrayal, seemed to be what he
needed to know right now. Uninformed. No discussion of
consent. No allowance of permission. No time to protect
themselves. He knew this is what he did to them.
That was the thought he wished to deal with now, as he
began the journey of crossing over. Now, at death's
doorstep, each of the handsome figures flaunt their
bare bodies to him, as if they were seducing their
dying owner to fondle them one last time, before losing
the privilege of being able to do it any more. It seems
the mind always plays tricks on itself when the end is
near. Did they ever really know how much fame and
fortune came to him, for sacrificing their humanity for
him, from the discovery, promotion and sale of the
lifeless statuary, to the vultures who coveted such
works of art?
Did they realize they would be involved in the auction
and sale of their breathtaking inanimate young marble
physiques, to complete strangers who were wealthy and
fortunate enough to be able to bring them into their
own homes to add or augment classical beauty that each
provided? Did he give them the opportunity to make a
decision whether to become immortal at such a young age
or not, and give up all the joys every boy who ever
lived would have? He never even warned them. He just
forced them into becoming preserved pieces of art, for
other people. For money! For his ego! For celebrity!
Just imitations, striking resemblances in every way, of
the exact person who was the model. His heart was as
cold and hard as the stone his young friends were made
of.
"I apologize, for I am truly sorry! I cannot live with
the guilt any longer! I would do anything...
ANYTHING... to release you all! I did it because I
wanted to love you all a little bit more."
A few seconds passed. For some reason, the guilt of
stealing their lives from them seemed to be lifted from
his shoulders. He felt the actual sense of a
presence... many separate individuals... kind of like
each of them were there forgiving him finally, after he
sexually pleased himself all those times in all those
years, from the sight of their motionless bodies. He
imagines they are seducing him one more time now, since
he cannot do this to anyone else ever again.
In the home stretch of his life, he looked at each
boy's body on the stairwell and drooled, as he did all
those many, many times he worshipped the youthful
figures in his younger days. He wanted to stretch out
his wrinkled and aging arm forward to run an arthritic
finger along the spectacularly detailed smooth, shiny
torsos over the sensual backsides. He looked at the
young boy's face, smiling and full of male stamina, and
youthful abandon. His body was rigid in place, in a
kneeling pose on the platform, his hands held out in a
playful arch of stopped motion.
The joy of a boy's limitless energy and emotion
chiseled into the eyes, nose and mouth of the
sculpture. Another figure, frozen in action, playing
baseball. The expression of surprise etched on its face
as sightless eyes look at an invisible ball landing in
his invisibly gloved hand, his palm splayed open,
fingers wide, and every crease and pore that he was
born with, now etched into his stony skin. Even his
fingerprints could be seen in the delicate lines of
each finger, stretched apart in anticipation of a
perfect catch.
On the first landing of the staircase, standing next to
one particular nude boy statue, one which was always
one of his favorites, was a sublimely seductive nude
statue, crouched down on it's hands and knees,
emphasizing the fullness and curvature of a butt so
young and firm, of hardened testicles resting inside a
scrotal pouch so deliciously hung between smooth yet
toned and powerfully built legs . Being placed up to
rest on the elevated platform, enabling him to inspect
the boy's natural assets, always provoked his sexual
desires.
The joy of arousal inside of him toward such a
masterpiece began to build, as they always had. Just by
looking at the white unmoving human-shaped structure
that was surely once a gorgeous living boy. He
purposely let his two fingers glide down the smooth
bumpy surface of the muscular youth's marble-ized upper
back, and continued sliding them downward, following
the impossibly rendered landscape of the statue's lower
back anatomy, over sensually polished hardened surfaces
and then into the deep crevice of the bubble shaped
rear end. It's hard unyielding surface emphasized the
perfect roundness of the boy's ass, enabling him to
experience yet again, the eroticism he felt from his
fingers as they skimmed over the marble hardness found
in the private recesses of chiseled boyhood sculpted on
the nude youth's body.
The ex-sculptor slowly slid his index finger into the
hardened smooth butt cheeks, to a particular anatomical
detail centered near the bottom between the two rounded
spheres of solid stone. His stopped his finger when it
came to rest over the familiar raised bump of embossed
stoniness, indicating the puckered outer surface of a
boys petrified anus.
The next landing showcased the statues of two small
boys, captured in stone enjoying some non-sexual frolic
of... just being young boys! The first of the two, a
statue of a good-looking 9 year old boy, had a model of
a passenger airliner in his hands, and was pretending
to put it in motion up in the air, as if to touch the
sky. His face was very attractive with loads of
delicate features chiseled into the marble surface...
astonishingly replicated from life.
His stone mouth was open in a boyish shout, full
whitened lips parted outlining the amazing detail
inside the statue's oral cavity. And blank pupil-less
eyes with glossy marble corneal surfaces, looking at
the bottom of the plane, clutched in his fingers. The
light from the large bulbs purposely placed near his
face shined the light off the mirror-like surface of
his eyes, and other neatly rendered smooth surfaces all
the way to high heaven!
It was understandable why he kept this figure in his
home. It was just so neat a statue! His little nose was
incredibly cute to view from the angle the boy was
perched on his support platform. By the way his mouth
was open, smiling as he was, probably turned out to be
the luckiest gesture provided by the boy for the
sculptor, occurring at the moment he was turned to
stone! In doing so, it made the bottom portion of his
small nose widen a bit, accentuating the amazing
diagonal slant even more, of his symmetrically placed
nostrils. Making sure the casual observer of the statue
would be able to gaze straight upward into his nostrils
to enjoy the impossibly hollowed-out air tunnels that
came with the creation of this stone figure, he put the
boy on a higher pedestal than the others.
"Stupendous!" the art world would say! "How could he
possibly know how to make that!?", they would agonize
over. Even he, the master sculptor himself, never got
over the heart-stopping beauty provided by that one
boy's facial features, and so he boasted the statue's
presence to everyone who ever visited the estate! They
agreed! And, wanted one for themselves, which is one
reason he became so wealthy in the first place. Finding
more boys to touch with his gloves became a multi-
billion dollar business for him! Nude statues of male
youth's sell big! And, contrary to what everyone,
including all the men in the heterosexual world may
think, WAY more than female nudes do! They are the most
coveted sculptures, and rarest works of art in the
world!
Life-size statuary was one thing, but to be so life-
like, so detailed of an image, as he was able to
generate! Those memorable statuary bidding wars! How
many times in private, had the lucky sculptor, even
relating to the fantastic sculpture he produced for
himself, question the unbelievable imitative qualities
on the statues? Here's how to answer that question!
Looking as real as they did, he reached out and
pinched, or at least tried to pinch shut, the tiny
nostrils on that 9 year old boy's statue!! Just sitting
on the front of the statue, underneath that upturned
shiny tip!
Thousands of times over the years, he tried... mostly
every time he passed by it, the result of which made
his nose even more glossy! He was never able to do it!
Those nostrils remained patent all right, for almost 50
more years, without the boy ever knowing they were so
attractive and captivating as they were during his
brief existence. The features were simply transferred
into stone!
The body features over every square inch of the statues
were so simulated in fact, you could practically smell
the odors too! How many times had the sculptor bent
down in front of his remarkable handiwork and for
example pressed his nose up against the authentically
rendered toes of the handsome young marble figures, and
swear he could sense foot odor between their perfectly
transformed stone digits?
After all, some of those toes had worn socks for days
before becoming the stone toes of the freshly made
nude. Just the socks were removed after the stone
conversion that took place from the touch of the
gloves. It seemed their toes simply solidified, along
with everything else, changing all bacteria in the skin
and on the toe surface, into the same density of inert
marble which also changed their inner organs to stone.
Also, running a finger along and into the puckered
opening of an anus on the rear end of a boy who had
been recently converted to stone, then sniffing that
fingertip to check for any remnant of true life turned
out to yield negative. Or, putting a nose up against
the butt crack of a nude specimen, only millimeters
from their petrified anal openings or directly
underneath their perfectly detailed perineums on some
of the filthiest and most offensive homeless and
wandering boys that he took into his home to change
into sculpture yielded the exact same result! Those
post-petrified teens and boys harbored not a single
molecule of odor anywhere on their once-nauseatingly
dirty bodies!
The process became so thorough that it was jokingly
referred to by the sculptor and his apprentices as
petrification-induced cleanliness! And he cleaned many
a boy (and many a man) over the years in this manner!
The areas of previously smelly residues and the body
parts they came from were changed into stone so
thoroughly and yet still looked so close to the real
thing, it was really hard to tell the difference! The
figures only lacked the color of flesh, and the
component of life... nothing else was different about
them! It was almost as if the scent should still be
there, even though their non-living bodies couldn't
sustain bacterial growth anymore, or produce human
pheromones from the sweat they once formed!
Getting back to the statue of the young boy twirling
with the plane in his hand. The view from below, of his
shiny stone teeth, especially the light reflecting off
the two large front ones, seen as he looked upward to
the sky, was set perfectly into a curved arch in his
upper jaw making the elegance of his facial features
even more stunning. This was another example of art
perfectly and precisely imitating life, in the truest
sense of the term!
The bridge of his nose was so concave and ski-sloped in
profile, that when viewed from below, it was hidden
from view by the boy's splendidly conceived tip of his
nose, which by the way was another masterpiece which
had to be seen to be believed! The boy's lower nasal
structures, including the tip of his nose, were so
irresistible and alluring to behold, they could begin
to arouse by just noting the perfection in their
design. He had the most magnificently handsome boyish
nasal unit, beyond compare with most other boys that
age... which was why the aged sculptor, even at the
sunset of his life, was still standing in admiration,
in front of the boy's lifeless image!
Again, it was one of the reasons he used the gloves on
him in the first place! He had turned that boy to stone
so fast, he caught every piece of limberness,
athleticism and zestful characterization that he
exhibited at that particular moment in time!
Furthermore, that boy became, in the matter of the few
seconds it took to produce it, the most desirable piece
of sculpture and work of art of it's day!
The other youthful statue next to him, was fashioned
from another handsome boy! This one was a 10 year old,
frozen in stone while running with a small replica of a
football clutched in his stony left hand. His facial
expression was one of pure prankish enjoyment. His
mouth etched into a permanent wide smile. His line of
marble upper teeth also visibly exposed, and he simply
oozed the feeling that he wanted someone to catch him.
To the aging artist viewing the figure from the side,
he noted his cute nose also reflecting the overhead
lights of the bulbs above him that focused it to
reflect and bend it into a straight line on the surface
of its upturned nose.
The enhanced reflective smoothness of his skin made his
nose look super polished and lustrous especially across
its round delicate tip. The nostrils were wonderfully
carved into perfect oval spheres that matched
symmetrically but were as functionless in sensing smell
for him now, as the stone which replaced the other
organs of his body. Both statues of the young boys were
captured in mid-gestures of innocence and fun, and both
would convert an ordinary room in any house, into a
museum of youthful celebration and make the most
depressed heart sing if they could just see the
bubbling over adolescence and emotion flow off each
one.
When he reached the base of the stairway, and walked a
few feet into the grand foyer, he continued past an
incredibly detailed statue of a very athletic looking
boy placed on a four inch high pedestal. A casual
glance in the darkness would lead one to believe that
the sculpture was a teenage boy who stopped moving on
purpose, and would continue his normal step-like march,
right off the dark marble platform and onto the
streaked marble flooring, to walk right out of the
sculptor's front door whenever it made it's mind to do
so. But alas, no.
That was scientifically impossible now. The amazing
body of this youth, a 15 year old boy with good-looking
masculine features, had been reduced to purest white
marble, flawless in every way, as could be seen in the
way the rapid stone transformation rendered his surface
anatomy.
He remained as lifeless as the moment the sculptor
touched his body with the gloves, and is still
completely motionless and made of purest marble,
petrified in the position he originally stiffened into
that fateful day. He rests on his support platform...
the muscular left leg stepping forward, the right foot
in full plantar flexion with the floor, exposing it's
beautifully formed tube-like long toes and deeply
sculpted foot arch, a point which always drove the
sculptor crazy with desire every time he inspected it.
His living organic composition forced to change into
lifeless inanimate matter, that boy turned to stone so
fast, he became a study in human perspective. The
gloves turned him into a showcase of man's interaction
with the world around him. "For the very first person
to stiffen up under my fingers, he is still the most
fascinating of them all!", said the sculptor, coughing
and wheezing between phrases, to the point of almost
throwing up, as he gazed with admiration, praise and
appreciation at the boy's hard stone body. Stopped in
time, frozen in mid-step, and looking straight ahead,
the act he was captured in, as stone-still and unmoving
as he had been all the years that he was standing
there.
The sculptor used his body at the front door of the
openings of his earliest shows, because of the
indifference of his attitude and sensuality in his near
arrogant stance. The left arm swinging slightly in
front, the right arm lagging back, suspended in mid-
step, the portrayal of walking with confidence,
captured like a photograph but made of stone. He was an
innocent teen boy, with piercing deep blue eyes and
short brown hair, falling forward over his forehead.
That's what attracted the sculptor to him in the first
place, when he originally applied to be one of the
helpers he had recruited to carry heavy marble blocks
into the studio. He came with all the landmarks of
toned musculature and a healthy athletic physique, with
map-like vasculature running up and down his
extremities. When he became the unfortunate youth used
to test the gloves legendary powers on, his heavenly
blue eyes turned opaque and pupil-less at once, his
gorgeous hair became white stone filaments and his
body's nicely arranged superficial veiny-ness quickly
turned into embossed pipe-like ridges on the hard stone
surface of the arms, hands and feet of the sculpture,
only able to portray paths of non-functional blood
vessels, nevertheless looking as if lovingly chiseled
into the statue's body.
The frail sculptor, looking with his failing eyesight
at this teenager's magnificent stone body, felt the
tingle of blossoming sexual arousal in his sex organs
as much now as the day he created the nude, agreeing
again that it still represented the perfect male body,
for anyone who admired boys of that age. Nothing was
sexier for him up to that point, especially when he
began peeling off the boy's clothes from his petrified
body as he stood there, stunningly sculpted in
suspended animation, white and still. It was like
removing clothes off of a fully made statue, wondering
what the anatomy below would look like.
It was fascinating for the aged man standing next to
the instantly made stone figure to realize how the
marble image of the living body, could provoke such
power and strength, even from so young a male!
"No wonder the ancient Greeks and Romans sculpted man
at his most physically fit!" thought the man who once
made such statues of the same classical equivalence.
"Marble always exemplified the beauty of man, making
him an even greater thing to behold when created from
stone!"
Noting the hint of determination in the teenager's
facial expression, as if he was going to just keep on
walking, given the chance to do so, reminded the
sculptor of the exact circumstance by which he was
tempted to use the gloves of immortality on him in the
first place. This sculptor, in his 80's now, looking
weak, feeling ill and being at the end of his life,
walked down to the mansion's finished basement, with
the pain of a thousand knives sticking into the tissues
of his cancer ridden body with every step he took.
He kept walking, as difficult as it was, until he
reached a room which was hidden to the anonymous
passerby. At the front of the disguised doorway, he
turned the hidden latch which opened a concealed room.
Rich looking imported marble tiles were the first thing
to greet the man in the entrance, as he turned the
lights on inside.
Within this vast room, which could have been used for
storage by any other owner, stood dozens of other life-
sized figures, all youthful... all sexy... all
impossibly re-created male figures, in white polished
stone. Even here, anyone could see they were too
realistic to be produced the normal way, by the sweat
of hard labor, working hours and hours from all of the
chipping, chiseling and polishing with human hands. And
a majority of them were adolescent male figures. Boys.
All nude. Young teenaged boys, some even younger.
There were some adult male figures, but the more mature
figures that were in this room, were somehow
interacting with the younger pieces created with them.
Kind of like combo-statuary. The two figures in the
corner of the room were exemplified by this so-called
combination adult/boy sculpture. Both figures were
noted to be sculpted in the midst of sex, with their
cocks touching each other shaft over shaft, head over
head, the older figure standing over the younger, which
was lying supine on a mattress specially made to carry
the weight of heavier stone figures.
The man stood with hands holding up something in front
of him, which was invisible now, possibly the legs of a
third person who could be lying supine on top of the
stone boy? The master sculptor whom created that duo
did so with the undersides of their stone shafts facing
each other, as if held in place together somehow. All
that seemed to be missing was the questionable third
person whose anus would nicely seem to house the two
opposing cocks of the statues inside his anal canal.
The aged sculptor looked at the duo's hardened cocks,
and put his hand on his own hardening penis, smiled and
thought back to the day the gloves were used to create
that double statue.
The old man, wheezing more and more now, walked
unsteadily up to another double sculpture set, an
awesome and mesmerizing sculpture of a man docking his
penis with a youth. The boy's thin foreskin stretched
out into a fine sheath over the shaft of the adult's
cock. The younger statue captured in the gesture of
rubbing both penises, his and the man's, with his own
foreskin, using his own delicately sculpted fingers
lightly touching the shaft's of both stone genitalia.
Both statues illuminated with the essence of gay erotic
bliss on their faces, with open mouths and tensed
musculature. Although the dying man in the room forgot
the ages of this double statue because of his quickly
fading memory, he remembered they were 30 years apart
in age when he created the fantastic looking and
exhilarating piece. Were they 11 and 41, 12 and 42, 13
and 43... he just couldn't remember. As noted
everywhere else in the estate, the same degree of
authenticity and the presence of extreme realism were
easily observed on the adult statues as well.
Another dark thought invaded the old sculptor's mind,
"Suffice it to say that anyone modeling for any of the
statues, would not have been able to sit for the
duration of the assignment." Then he smiled again,
looking at a locked box on a shelf in the room. The
contents of which would disclose the full story to
anyone who found it. Because, those figures in this
room, were as eerily life-like as the youthful nudes
seen on the upper floors above, and all appeared to be
engineered with the same magnitude of tender loving
care.
They were presumed to have been created by the same
marvelous sculptor, who had the knowledge that they
were all linked somehow, to a special pair of gloves
given to him one amazing day many years ago, as a
result of one good deed. That box on the large table in
the basement, now contained the answer to the mystery
and the secret that inevitably would be revealed one
day, to the next individual who opened the box!
The sculptor tore his eyes away from the explicit
sexuality captured in that last double figure, and took
a deep breath. For some reason, he seemed to remember
exactly how he got the two of them to get together for
that steamy sex act. The boy had been difficult to
coerce. But after making him drink some liquor, he was
easier to induce into having sex with that man that he
became immortalized with. The man was a local bum, whom
the sculptor took in, cleaned up and then used for the
pairing of the two, to be linked into the frozen act of
sex. The older man did have a nice body, for someone
who didn't take care of himself. The two of them just
seemed right for each other to spend eternity together
locked in stone. The gloves completed the display in a
few seconds.
He sighed and stepped forward. The time was getting
close. He felt it in his heart. With his remaining
moments of life dwindling down fast, he needed to
finish gazing at all of these statues, all celebrating
the heart and soul of the male form.
He passed another statue of a youth placed several feet
next to the docking duo's double sculpture. "Ahh...
this one!" murmured the old man. For some reason, it
was easy to recall how he got this boy to freeze into
the solid marble nude standing in front of him. "It was
all for the promise of money. What kids won't do for
it!" The man shook his head back and forth, then added,
"He didn't get to see a penny of it! I believe he
agreed to one thousand dollars. Pure naivete... you can
promise them anything! I do remember him asking why I
was putting on the gloves."
The boy appeared to be about 11 or 12, with its fingers
sculpted around its own elongated foreskin, apparently
trying to rub the invisible, but larger cock of a
presumed partner in front of him. The adolescent
statue's body was tensed in pre-orgasmic muscle
contraction, the mouth open perhaps in a silent scream
of pain, from the degree of stretch his foreskin was
wrapping around, and the head tilted backward in sexual
pleasure, but there was no indication who the model was
for the partner of this particular boy-statue.
The stone tunnel created by the youth's elongating
foreskin was so erotically duplicated, that the
impression of a larger cock's corona and shaft were
clearly evident through the thin stone wall made by the
boy's foreskin wrapped around the invisible adult cock.
It looked like the boy's foreskin tunnel was being
forcibly stretched apart to accommodate that larger
person's engorged cock. Since the youth depicted in the
sculpture was being portrayed with his shaft and
foreskin tunnel pointed at an upward angle, it was
assumed that a person of larger stature originally was
the figure connected to the docked marble foreskin of
the boy.
A passing inspection by an ordinary person would
conclude that the sculptor seemed to have forgotten to
create the adult partner for this youngster, and no
figure in the room seemed to be the "male" puzzle piece
to fit inside the young boy's rigid fuck tunnel.
"Another mystery for the masses!" chuckled the
sculptor.
After a brief moment to consider the possibility, the
old man decided that he was not physically prepared to
dock with that youthful figure. His body had weakened
past the point of being able to enjoy the pleasure of
that statue anymore.
Some of the statues were tilted backward against a
wall, leaving the figure standing in it's stiffened
pose at a particular angle. The sculptor looked at
those figures leaning backward against the wall, the
back of their marble heads providing the point of
contact with the wall.
He remembered quite vividly the days they were made. He
did admit to himself that they looked a bit awkward
frozen in the middle of an interrupted sensual action,
and being pushed backward, their apparent fields of
vision were now looking up at a slant. It was strange
to see a statue of a boy about age 10, his arms held up
a bit, looking like he was being held in place by
force, and legs motionless but in the gesture of either
stepping forward or backward.
His eyes open wider than usual, his face captured in an
expression of surprise and disbelief. Leaning backward
against the wall, the body language of that lad looked
like it was not consenting to whatever was about to
happen to him. Another statue of a nude boy, about age
15 tilted back at a 45 degree angle with the wall, told
the story of a teenager trying to defend himself
against an invisible attacker.
His arms were held out bent at the elbows a little but
rigid with lots of muscle tone in their purpose, one at
the level of his pectoral muscle, the other at the
level of his navel, both hands placed in front of his
chest, palms facing front, a look of fright cemented on
his delicate young facial features. One more statue was
placed adjacently next to the teen figure, "a 12 year
old boy I believe", thought the sculptor, leaning
against the wall contorted in early orgasmic pleasure,
his toes contracted, and other muscles in high relief
under his smooth shiny skin.
His hands were holding something... possibly an
invisible head, in front of his full raging erect young
cock, protruding so proudly in front of a completely
hairless groin, every detail of its formation in full
view for the observer to inspect. From the tip of it's
upturned mushroom shaped cock-head spurted an unmoving
small piece of liquid stone, as white as the rest of
his body, crystallized into stone as it gushed out from
the urethral slit. Marble-ized cum! Someone turned him
to stone in the early throes of his orgasm.
It was apparent he was probably tilted to be inspected
closer, as his firm muscular body was really something
pleasing to behold. A few other figures were lying
horizontally on the floor, possibly to enhance or
showcase a particular part of their anatomy, but most
of the statues stood with their perfectly carved, shiny
marble toes and feet supporting them on the bare
flooring, flooring which consistently reflected the
shine off the polished marble surface of each piece
from the overhead lights in the room.
Turning his head, he looked up at a seductive statue of
a boy standing independently in front of a spotlight.
It was an extremely attractive and erotic rendering of
a teen boy made of motionless stone and was totally
nude, in some kind of bondage situation. By the pose of
the statue, there was a suggestion of handcuffs about
the wrists which were restrained. If they were
originally part of the sculpture, no handcuffs were in
place around its wrists on this particular evening.
Somehow he remembered this boy to be 14 years old when
he touched him with the gloves. Based on it's body's
masculine maturity, that seemed about right. It was
carved with it's head thrown back, and muscles frozen
in a state of utter global contraction, the arms in
front of the body, as if it was carved to look like a
bound prisoner or slave, fighting against the painful,
albeit invisible cuffs, that it was trying to break
free from. No sense of freedom seemed to be finalized
by the aura given off from the boy, from the sculptor's
point of view. All the restraining succeeded in doing
was to hold both wrists close together, as was
indicated on this statue.
A space of about 4 inches existed between the statue's
wrists, resulting from the removal of the cuffs, but
with the figure straining all of it's muscles to no
avail against the invisible objects. The penis was
thick, completely engorged and in full arousal. The
scrotum, with it's testicles resting against the thinly
covered stone surface, was chiseled and accurately
portrayed underneath the veiny stone shaft of the
sculpture. The stalk was held close to the base of the
penis and was very wrinkled in contraction, as it would
look in the seconds just before imminent orgasm. It
actually looked as if it would spurt semen at any
second... if it was a living boy standing there.
The weak appearing man lifted his finger and ran it up
and down along the statue's diagonally sculpted white
penis, feeling one last time the complexity of it's
landscape of cascading cordlike veins wrapped around
it's circumference, and thickly ridged helmet shaped
head. There was no spurt of white marble fashioned to
look like cum exiting from his slit, but there was an
indication of an advancing stream of cum protruding
outward within the tube along the underside of the rock
hard cock, as a series of three small "bumps" embossed
onto the boy's functionless cum tubing.
The dying man reached out and licked his tongue along
the underside of this statue's marble penis, directly
over the chiseled impression of the engorged lumps of
cum frozen in their tracks, then over the seductive
portrayal of a cum tube lovingly recreated on the
youth. Then he lapped his tongue swiftly back and forth
over a perfectly sculpted circumcision scar, keeping
his tongue pressed against that anatomical landmark for
a number of seconds, admiring and worshipping the
lovely craftsmanship there.
By spending all that time fondling the genitalia of
this figure, the old man finally started to feed the
flames full sexual arousal, apparent by the hardening
of his own member inside his pants. "I used to get hard
so damn easily", was all he whispered in the lonely
room of petrified boys and men. His specially selected
statuary museum for the tribute to young men. Something
as simple as a stroll through the room used to prepare
himself so easily for pleasuring a friend or two all
those years that he lived in the mansion.
He continued to move his frail form forward, determined
to finish gazing at his collection of sexually explicit
figures one last time, but he had to slowly pace
himself because of the cumulative eroticism of each
figure and the extra excitement they mounted on his
heart. He was looking to achieve that familiar feeling
of full blown arousal that he used to enjoy from the
statues. Something that took longer and longer to
acquire as he got older and weaker.
He trudged on in his private museum, until he felt the
desire to touch the body of another emotionally charged
figure. He looked at the image of the boy who appeared
to be sculpted in an intriguing swimming pose.
Presumably, the sculptor tried to be extra meticulous
in duplicating the actions of a young swimmer. His hair
was sculpted being forced backward by the water's
action against it. The figure was captured in a the
action of swimming fast, completely nude, without any
swimming trunks anywhere near his body.
His nudity revealed a particularly pert bubble butt
with full attention of the unknown sculptor of the
figure to the muscles on the arms and legs as would be
naturally seen on someone swimming in a pool. The limbs
were stretched out fully, as if they were trying to
move fast in their exertion. Because of the intense
movement of musculature, the boy's bubble shaped butt
was rendered in shiny marble with fabulous attention to
detail, with the muscles of his butt also contracting,
making the butt appear even rounder.
The age of the boy who modeled for this statue, had to
be no more than 12. The torso was elegantly chiseled
with indications of ribs and clavicles in sharp relief
on the front of the figure. Even the chest was expanded
to portray the boy taking in large gasps of air and
maybe holding his breath. The old man ran his fingers
along every part of the backside of this action pose,
and wrapped his hand underneath to feel the surface
muscularity of the other side.
He smiled signifying he could feel the power of marble
muscles contracting under the skin's surface or could
he be happy because of once having the power to be able
to do this to a boy, making his body preposterously
hard by the special paraphernalia he had been given by
the witch whom he helped that one day. The look and
feel of the sculpture's body, and those thoughts of
power and superiority, sent spasms of increasing sexual
pleasure into the steely hot balls of the old man.
He passed by the statue of another boy, a pre-teen
cutie who stood on his platform looking down at his
penis, with opaque functionless as well as pupil-less
eyes, and fingers holding its small cock. The once-
master sculptor ran a finger along the thin arcing
stone urine stream, tracing it back up to it's
insertion into the youth's open urethral slit from
which the stone tube was attached.
He walked slowly in front of the figure of a handsome
boy in a kneeling position. It's body looked to be that
of a 14 year old, based on the appearance of the
sculptor's workings of the youth's stone penis,
hardened in a semi-rigid state, and the indication of
pubic hair beginning to surround the statue's low
hanging stony and hairless scrotal stalk. The arms of
the figure were held out in front of it, as if it were
grasping an invisible person's waist, and the mouth was
frozen in the shape of a widened "o".
The man licked his finger with his drool and ran it
around the inside details of the statue's wide open
mouth feeling the amazing marble details inside the
oral cavern. And, that of a boy standing completely
nude looking upward with his eyes closed, his hands on
his hair. He had an exceptional physique for a 16 year
old boy. The athleticism and tone of his muscles able
to tell more about the boy, than anything else. His
hair remained matted down, as he was at one time taking
a shower, and his body remarkably shiny from it's
complete hairlessness, except for the small patch of
stone pubes noted around his marble cock.
He couldn't forget the sensuality of the raw orgy-
inspired piece of the triple figure he created just for
himself. The round ass of one boy laying on top of
another, stretched apart in marvelous perfect curvature
right in front of the second boy's face, his nose an
inch from the indentation of the center crack line. The
third boy standing in front of the duo facing the open
mouth of the statue. A small portion of his stone shaft
visible outside of the sculpture's stone mouth. His
face in full contortion of orgasm, as he received
fellatio from the statue's original warm and moist
mouth over his upcurved and super sensitive penis
during the time he was turned to stone.
He walked forward a few more steps, to stop in front of
a smaller figure, appearing to be of a boy around the
tender age of 11 or 12. It was difficult for the
sculptor to remember the ages of each boy anymore. They
were all so beautiful as stone figures. It's hands were
raised up to either side of it's face, with a yellow
and faded appearing piece of underwear placed in the
grasp of it's fingers, and the seat of the underwear
held stone-still under it's shiny attractive nose.
A look of disbelief with a hint of revulsion was
lovingly etched on it's cute boyish face, it's mouth
asymmetrically starting to open, with it's sightless
eyes surrounded by long curvy stone-filament eyelashes
gazing straight ahead at whoever forced him to put the
cloth up against his tiny nostrils. The bottom of his
small concave shaped nose was almost touching the
cloth.
This statue brought back some strong emotional content
to the sculptor, and he wanted to role-play one more
time with the figure. The old man reached his finger
under his balls, searching for his anus. When he found
it, he rubbed a finger back and forth along the surface
of it and just inside of it, and then pulled it back
out and reached out to wipe the raunchy residue across
the underside of the figure's nose, and then on the
underwear, on the part directly beneath the statue's
diagonally symmetrical nostrils.
He remembered the boy's gesture of fast inhalation
through his nose produced the narrowed nostrils he now
was gazing at in front of him. He nodded his head at
the figure and grinned, implying he still remembered
the circumstances surrounding it's creation oh so long
ago, and why he was tempted to create a statue in such
an unusual predicament, for a boy of 11 or 12 to ever
be in.
By replicating the smell of the stinky odor originally
inhaled by the young man, he was able to continue to
remember the events of the day he used the gloves on
him. He then placed the faded underwear snuggly back
under the youthful figures nose, so that the shiny and
polished stone tip of its small organ of smell was
sticking out above the skid mark placed on the cloth...
leaving no doubt to the viewer that the statue was
carved in the act of sniffing the cloth held under it,
that a stinky residue was supposed to be sensed by it,
proved by the facial expression captured on the cute
boy's innocent face. Anyway, the folder with the paper
inside of it next to this statue, and every other
statue in the mansion would explain it all, the origins
of each figure... for the lucky discoverer of this
immense statue horde. The man smiled, then moved on
ahead.
He looked at a few other statues of nude bodies tilted
backward next to the youth with the underwear under
it's nose. They were depictions of other boys and men,
holding up to their noses objects ranging from what
looked to be dirty old socks to other articles of
underwear. A few more statues bringing up to their
noses small tube-like objects against their nostrils
were also seen in this similar grouping.
The old sculptor agreed that it still looked like they
were captured in stone with the objects held under
their noses for sampling and smelling purposely. He
produced several similar statues for himself and for
friends and collectors, but kept these few handsome
specimens for his private gallery. Making a boy sniff
his manly scent was a huge turn on for him, and he
wanted to freeze those boys forever doing just that.
He remembered how much he liked to gaze up into the
tilted heads, past the contact point of the objects
being held up to their noses. By inspecting how each
boy placed the objects dead in the center of their
nostrils, that always provided the proof of how
obedient those kids were! That made it certain to the
sculptor that they had no idea they were about to be
immortalized during that seemingly innocent request
made to them.
He came forward a few more steps to the figure of a
nude boy lying on the marble flooring, with a thick
padding placed between the statue and the floor, so as
to not damage the marble surfaces of the figure. This
sculpture was of a nude boy looking to be about the age
of 13, based on the observation of the sculptor-induced
statue transformation of the youth's small features on
it's face, the sexual stage of growth of it's
genitalia, and the sparse amount of stone pubes noted
around it's uncircumcised penis, which was lying limp
and un-aroused over it's scrotal sack.
There was no indication this figure was in any harm, or
trying to protect himself. The figure was sculpted in
the supine position...as if it was supposed to be
laying in the sun, getting a tan. The eyes were open,
the neck carved at a flexed angle, like the stone stalk
connecting it's head to it's body. It looked like it
was either being raised by a pillow, or he was getting
up to look at something up ahead in front of him.
Whichever it was, the pillow was not there anymore, and
nobody was in front of the boy anymore, yet the head
and neck were still raised at that angle as if
something was making him elevate his head.
It was the angle that the teen's head was frozen in,
which drove the sculptor crazy with sexual desire and
wild with arousal each time he saw him. At that angle,
the boy brought his head upward just enough, so that
his cute ski-sloped nose was brought to a level perfect
enough for anyone to be able to use as a chair for
someone to sit on.
Noticing the absolute smoothness and shine on the
statue's nose, more notable on this figure's nose than
any other statue's nose in the mansion, was enough to
tell anyone how many times he repeated this orgasm-
inducing act. The man walked over the uplifted head of
the erotic piece of sculpture, and stopped just above
it's head. He began to slowly bend down over the
statue's cute face, letting out a piercing moan, from
the pain that shot out from his joints and wasting
muscles.
When he felt his practically non-functional, low
hanging scrotal sac begin to touch the statue's nose
and mouth, he slowed down even more, so as not to bring
his dirty old ass so fast on the small, upturned nose
on the figure. He almost accomplished that, but being
that his reaction times were not as swift as they once
were, he wasn't able to slow down fast enough. So, the
moment he felt the hardened surfaces of the youth's
rounded nose tip hit his stinky anal knob, it felt like
a stone dildo suddenly piercing his anal ring, and it
hit him "like a hammer" in the center of his
featureless and ugly perineum.
The statue's cute nose actually did impale the old
man's weak anus, to the point where it went in as far
as it possibly could, burying most of it inside of his
body, drawing some blood from it in the process and
mixing it with the fecal residue inside his loose anal
canal. The man's rotting anus accepted the young boy's
hard nose like a glove.
Years and years of repeated activity with both living
and non-living young faces took their toll on that part
of the famous sculptor's anatomy. It did the trick
though... he was beginning to feel impulses of sexual
stimulation, all over his anus and inside where the
round tip at the end of the nose's shelf-like
projection, the fleshy part adjacent to the boy's
nostrils, began to put pressure against the barely
working prostate of the older man. Like a finger
inserted into his ass, the cute ball-like projection at
the end of the statue's nose pressed up against his
prostate. The once soft cartilaginous structure was now
unable to yield to the man's weight compressing right
onto it, due to it's newer and heavier, more solid
mass.
After allowing himself a few moments of composure,
enough time for some of the pain to subside in his
perineum, but still seated on the boy-statue's face, he
began to lift his emaciated body, a little at a time,
feeling the smooth stone tip of the sculpture's nose
going in and out of his anal canal.
Luckily, this particular statue sported a nose so
nicely formed with so much tissue due to it's wonderful
"ski-slope" outline, making it so anatomically pleasing
to any man's own perineal anatomy, that he began to
feel sudden intense pleasure from the nerve endings in
his anus, from the repeated pressure of the round
marble-like nasal surface touching the inside of the
man's anus banging against his prostate He repeated
this rhythmic action, back and forth over the statue's
perfectly round nasal tip, until the practice began to
fully take control of his sex organs.
The man's limp penis eventually began to respond to
this erotic simulation of a weird rimming job being
done to him, by the concave perfection and round
smoothness of the statue's carved nasal unit, by making
his soft cock start to twitch into engorgement and full
erection! The sculptor's movements increased, and he
found himself expending saved energy from the past
month of celibacy, of not becoming aroused at all by
looking at his statuary... enough to sustain his
erection, eliciting movement of his hand to touch his
still nicely formed corona, and began rubbing his pre-
cum back and forth across his piss slit and over the
entire sensitive coronal surface.
He was so amazed that he was producing so much pre-cum
from his piss slit, and continued to use it to coat his
fingers and now the shaft and underside of his cock, as
he continued to plop himself up and down over the
alluring features of the statue's face. He was such a
perfectionist with his movements, it was as if the man
had done this numerous times before to the statue. He
took so much energy doing this to the cute teen's
marble face, and even though his rhythm was off kilter
a bit, it was enough to accomplish it's purpose.
Suddenly, the old man stiffened! He pushed down
forcibly onto the "dildo" which was really the round
upturned tip of the boy-statue's nicely carved nose,
and grinded into it, feeling as if the statue's nasal
appendage was nothing more than a tongue licking the
entire insides of his anus. He felt his penis harden
even more, then felt a pleasing warmth rise from the
contact point of the statue inside his ripped up
asshole, moving into his hardened prostate and scrotum,
then a sudden rush up into his hardened shaft followed
by the sensation of pure ecstasy moving from his groin
to his entire body, through his intense ejaculation.
A guttural shout of ecstasy, followed by a series of
pleasurable contractions culminating with a gushing of
white hot cum, out from the end of his penis, and
landing in several small dribbles over his masturbating
hand, and then pouring over the stone shafts of small
eyelashes and onto the open sightless orbs of the
statue. Some streamed down the sculptor's fingers,
still resting around his cock, and into the silent open
mouth of the boy he was sitting on, then down onto the
statue's white marble neck.
It had been a long time since he was able to spurt an
orgasm with that quantity of semen, but he had waited
all this time, for just this night to arrive, and
wanted it to be special for him. This would be his last
cry of orgasm, as he let loose with the rage of all of
his desires, built up inside of him from looking at and
fondling some of the sculptures in his home that
evening. It would be a final moment of pleasure he
would share with his silent masterpieces.
A few moments later, the exasperated former sculptor
got up off the perfectly formed nose of the youthful
figure, and with a long groan, stood over it for a few
seconds, then began to walk forward, over the lower
torso, abdomen and legs of the supine statue of the
boy.
After passing several more pieces of sexually explicit
statuary of young boys and teenagers sculpted as if
captured in private moments of extreme pleasure, he
came up to a figure of a youth and stopped in front of
it. He kept his head low, as he moaned silently. He let
out a cry that nobody would hear... not even the figure
it was meant for. He looked up slowly at the statue's
face.
It was of a teenaged boy, sculpted to appear to be
around 16 years old. The face was handsome and the
features were so beautifully carved on it's face. It
had deep set blank stone eyes, with unbelievably long
fine white eyelashes carved around open pupil-less
eyes. The mouth was open in a silent cry, possibly a
moan of pleasure based on the rendering of the figure's
nude body.
The statue had masculine anatomical perfection, on
every inch of it's white marble finish. The surface
landmarks were all there. Six pack abdominal muscles
held in sharp relief next to the linear carvings of
fascinating external oblique symmetry. The torso of the
figure was as sexy as could possibly be shown sculpted
on such a young teenage figure, and the musculature of
the rest of the body was perfectly chiseled too. The
neck was flexed back a bit, and the marble cock on the
statue's groin was positioned so that it was angled at
a 45 degree angle upcurving along it's remarkably veiny
long marble shaft.
There was enough detail on the statue's body to signify
an orgasmic state was being interrupted, but to drive
that point home, there was carved onto the end of the
figure's piss slit, a gush of a smooth cordlike
substance, motionless and still attached to the fully
engorged penis' urethral opening, and as pure white as
the rest of the statue's perfect body. The hands and
arms were sculpted in a way as to imply it was holding
the head of another person in front of it's penis.
Having almost no strength left in his cancer ridden
body, he could not even kneel anymore, as he had wanted
to do for the boy, at this moment in time. To finish
the blowjob he started on him all those decades ago. Or
at least, to die in the act of completing it for him.
The man, seeing that nothing was in the way behind the
stone figure of the boy, then tilted the statue back
with all the strength he had left in him, and rocked it
gently back and forth on it's polished white heels and
balls of the feet.
He kept doing this until the heavy stone figure went
passed the point it needed to go to fall backward. He
closed his eyes as it fell backward all the way,
slamming it's solid marble body and unmoving arched
back into the equally hard flooring with a thunderous
impact. The body was so heavy that he felt vibrations
under his feet as it hit. There was nothing else he
could do, he just wanted to mount the statue with his
remaining ebb of energy, in a supine position, and
pushing it over was the only way to do it in these, his
last moments of life.
After the handsome statue lay on the ground
horizontally a few seconds, there seemed to be no
damage to any part of it's body. Nothing separated, and
nothing seemed to crack from it. The statue made the
loud thud, which reflected the mass and weight of the
figure, but it did not seem to suffer from the assault
made to it's solid state, as a result of it's impact,
thank goodness. The statue maintained it's cut-off
orgasmic body language, only now with his nude body
lying flat on the floor, butt cheeks rocking against
the marble flooring, as inanimate as the moment he was
accidentally converted to stone by the sculptor.
Realizing that he did not shatter into a thousand
unrecognizable pieces, he was able to mutter one last
statement. "Thank you God!" was the last thing the old
sculptor was able to say, with his last dying breaths.
He bent down and positioned his head over the gorgeous
statue's penis, which was sculpted at a remarkable
moment in time, being frozen in mid-orgasm. So, he let
the cold marble penis fill his mouth. After a few
movements that he made to go in and out over the
youth's perfectly formed stone cock, he felt pleasure
one last time, by feeling the anatomy of the rigid
organ inside his oral cavity, and felt a sense of peace
come over him. He took his last breath as he felt the
white tube of exiting cum rub against the back of his
throat, sensing the boy cumming down his esophagus. He
performed this one last act of love, on the statue that
was once, the boy of his dreams.
Who will be the lucky man who will find the gloves
which will start the cycle all over again?
To be continued in Chapter 2...
Email comments to Ron: rjc555657@aol.com or
bassrn5@yahoo.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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