Chapter 661

• Behind it was a full-size bronze sculpture of a bed. The 'sheets' on the bed were rippled and pushed down as if kicked aside. The attention to detail was incredible. But what was lying on the sheets had his complete attention. It was a life-size version of him, resting back, eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips as his head rested back on a pillow, his right hand behind his head, and his left arm across the mattress to allow his partner to snuggle in on that side. More explicit was the fact that the art displayed his semi-erect cock lying back against his stomach. It looked... like he'd just had sex and was relaxing in the afterglow. He could almost see the sculpture breathing deeply after the exertion. Once more, every muscle, scar, bump, was preserved in the durable metal and out there for everyone to see. The attention to detail was extreme- and horrifying!
• There was a sound. There was a lot of sounds; gasps, clapping, cheers, and even laughter rang out. It was almost a wall of sound behind him. Above this, from close by, was something more familiar. Something was trying to get his attention. A voice with an urgent tone... saying his name. Soft hands were touching his face, trying to turn it away from the monstrosity sleeping in that cold metal bed. But he couldn't look away. His body was vibrating with the building of his rage. It filled his ears with a roar that drowned out all other sounds. He absently pushed the gentle hands away and moved closer to the sculpture.
• How? How had Stephanie done this? He hadn't posed for- It struck Ben's mind like a shot of lightning, and he stumbled, bracing himself against the edge of the bed.