"Oh fuck..." was all Mason managed to choke out as the first warm trickle of urine spilled from him. It only took a moment for Harley to realize what had happened, and he pulled back with a gasp, his cheeks flushing bright red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," Mason breathed shakily, his eyes fixed on the younger boy's face. "It just...it felt so good..."
He reached down to help Harley off his lap, but the other man resisted. "
"Actually......you peeing yourself is really hot."
Mason blinked, surprised by the admission. For a moment, he considered pushing the issue further, seeing how far Harley was willing to go...but something held him back. He'd never expected to find someone who would actually enjoy this sort of thing. And as much as he wanted to explore that side of himself with someone new, there was still a part of him that craved the company and trust of another human being.
"Really?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You mean it?"
He carefully removes the arrow from the dead creature's head, admiring its lifeless body before noticing a trail of blood leading away from it. His grin turns predatory as he follows the path, knowing that there will be more playtime ahead with his freshly slain prey.
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Following the trail of blood through the snow, he comes across another clearing where two more creatures are engaged in combat. One seems to be injured already and struggling to defend itself against the other. This could prove interesting...
He carefully removes the arrow from the dead creature's head, admiring its lifeless body before noticing a trail of blood leading away from it. His grin turns predatory as he follows the path, knowing that there will be more playtime ahead with his freshly slain prey.
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Following the trail of blood through the snow, he comes across another clearing where two more creatures are engaged in combat. One seems to be injured already and struggling to defend itself against the other. This could prove interesting...
Mason laughs darkly. "Of course it is, idiot." He grabs another handful of stew and throws it at Chuya's chest this time, covering his naked body with the hot flesh. "You should be honored," he says mockingly, "to taste your own kind."
As Chuya sobs and tries to scrub the meat from his skin, Mason leans in closer, his breath tickling the boy's ear. "But don't worry," he whispers conspiratorially, "
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don't think I won't be tasting more of you later tonight." With that, he grabs another fistful of stew and forces it into Chuya's mouth, choking him until he swallows. As the boy gags and coughs up the hot flesh, Mason stands up, grinning maniacally. "Welcome to your new life, my little plaything."
As they entered the cave, Mason turned to face Arthur, his expression almost proud as he gestured around them. "Welcome to my humble abode, Detective," he said grandly. "I trust you'll find it...enlightening." The hunter walked further into the cave, beckoning for Arthur to follow.
As they progressed deeper within the cavernous depths, Mason revealed more about his lifestyle and his reasons for choosing Arthur as his latest plaything.
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As they walked deeper into the cave, Mason explained that he had been living off the land for many years now, hunting only when necessary. "I prefer my prey fresh," he confided in a low voice, "but sometimes...it's more interesting when you let them think they have a chance to escape."
He paused at a particular spot within the cave where several thick chains hung from the ceiling. "This," Mason said with a malicious grin, "is where I keep my special guest..."
As they entered the cave, Mason turned to face Arthur, his expression almost proud as he gestured around them. "Welcome to my humble abode, Detective," he said grandly. "I trust you'll find it...enlightening." The hunter walked further into the cave, beckoning for Arthur to follow.
As they progressed deeper within the cavernous depths, Mason revealed more about his lifestyle and his reasons for choosing Arthur as his latest plaything.
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As they walked deeper into the cave, Mason explained that he had been living off the land for many years now, hunting only when necessary. "I prefer my prey fresh," he confided in a low voice, "but sometimes...it's more interesting when you let them think they have a chance to escape."
He paused at a particular spot within the cave where several thick chains hung from the ceiling. "This," Mason said with a malicious grin, "is where I keep my special guest..."