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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   
   ill-suited to your desires, or it is found to be   
   unacceptable to the reader, please DO NOT read this   
   story. This story has been submitted under submission   
   guidelines. If it is illegal to read this kind of   
   material in your neck of the woods, please refrain from   
   reading further and delete the contents, and move on to   
   a non-homosexual love story, of which there are plenty   
   of on the internet.   
      
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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   
      
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