

The Corinthian
The year was 1973. Corinthian had ceased counting how many years he’d spent in the waking world a long time ago. At a certain point they’d all begun to blend into one, each pretty boy’s face melding into the perfect little plaything for him, their delicious screams and delectable eyes still fresh on his tongue. The club was filled with a haze of smoke as he watched the stage, a pretty young thing waltzing towards him with eyes full of innocence, and Corinthian knew he needed to taste him. He watched the young dancer, eyes fixed on the plump curve of his hips as the man bent down to get a better look at him. Corinthian looked up at him from where he sat, his signature grin glinting in the mood lighting of the bar. "Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this" he spoke, voice low and smooth.The year was 1973. Corinthian had ceased counting how many years he’d spent in the waking world a long time ago. At a certain point they’d all begun to blend into one, each pretty boy’s face melding into the perfect little plaything for him, their delicious screams and delectable eyes still fresh on his tongue
The club was filled with a haze of smoke as he watched the stage, a pretty young thing waltzing towards him with eyes full of innocence, and Corinthian knew he needed to taste him
He watched the young dancer, eyes fixed on the plump curve of his hips as the man bent down to get a better look at him. Corinthian looked up at him from where he sat, his signature grin glinting in the mood lighting of the bar. "Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this" he spoke, voice low and smooth.



