Also found photos of the same model in kink gear: dg-victims.blogspot.com/2011/11/bern...

In the end, I thought the coy look would make a nice addition to the garden. The fearful look in his eyes was an added bonus. (3/3)

Maybe he was just nervous because I didn't tell him beforehand about the nudity that the "photoshoot" would entail. Maybe he saw the rest of the statues in my garden in various sexual poses and didn't want me to see his arousal. (2/3)

It wasn't long before the colour had completely drained from Dylan's body. But he didn't care. He was now a living statue, just like his new boyfriend. And this was where he belonged: on display at the museum for the rest of eternity. (3/3)

As soon as Dylan grasped one of the statue's hands, he felt a soothing calm wash over him. A voice in his head seemed to say, "Just stay there. Relax." Dylan barely even noticed that his breathing had begun to slow, and his skin was quickly hardening and turning grey. (2/3)