Toby
I’d always known I was different to the others. While they were chasing girls, I was chasing…something else. I didn’t know what. I was confused, frustrated. I told myself I wanted one thing when I knew, deep down, it wasn’t true. Olivia proved that; the local nympho at school. Every boy at school would swim through sewers to be with her. Except me. I didn’t know who I was, what I was or what I wanted. Until a chance encounter with Olivia one night a few years later.
She taught me something, showed me something I hadn’t known I needed. Or more to the point Aaron did, who was also present that night. From that moment on, I was obsessed, all I could think of was getting more. So I started visiting the local gay club. And that was when I met him. From that moment my obsession was a drug. And he was the one going to give me my fix on a daily basis.
Franklin
Everyone is terrified of me and for good reason. They should be. It’s not every day a serial killer and torturer starts working in your local village. I’ve tortured and killed at least seven victims the police are aware of and I’m not stopping any time soon. Folks want to go around gay bashing they will have to pay the consequences. And those involve being held captive in my basement while I slowly and deliberately make sure you regret every homophobic word you ever said. Then you die.
No one knows who I am, where I live, and that was how I planned on keeping it. I like to live alone with my own thoughts and company, but like anyone else, I also have needs. There are clubs where I can satisfy said needs and nobody refuses them ever. They are infatuated with me. Until he came along and changed everything. Now, he is going to be with me whether he likes it or not. But I’ll make sure he does. He’ll be begging for more once I’ve had my way with him…
Genre: Horror
I’d always known I was different to the others. While they were chasing girls, I was chasing…something else. I didn’t know what. I was confused, frustrated. I told myself I wanted one thing when I knew, deep down, it wasn’t true. Olivia proved that; the local nympho at school. Every boy at school would swim through sewers to be with her. Except me. I didn’t know who I was, what I was or what I wanted. Until a chance encounter with Olivia one night a few years later.
She taught me something, showed me something I hadn’t known I needed. Or more to the point Aaron did, who was also present that night. From that moment on, I was obsessed, all I could think of was getting more. So I started visiting the local gay club. And that was when I met him. From that moment my obsession was a drug. And he was the one going to give me my fix on a daily basis.
Franklin
Everyone is terrified of me and for good reason. They should be. It’s not every day a serial killer and torturer starts working in your local village. I’ve tortured and killed at least seven victims the police are aware of and I’m not stopping any time soon. Folks want to go around gay bashing they will have to pay the consequences. And those involve being held captive in my basement while I slowly and deliberately make sure you regret every homophobic word you ever said. Then you die.
No one knows who I am, where I live, and that was how I planned on keeping it. I like to live alone with my own thoughts and company, but like anyone else, I also have needs. There are clubs where I can satisfy said needs and nobody refuses them ever. They are infatuated with me. Until he came along and changed everything. Now, he is going to be with me whether he likes it or not. But I’ll make sure he does. He’ll be begging for more once I’ve had my way with him…
Genre: Horror