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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)

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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...

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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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