Jason Brent was hungry. After a week without nourishment, he was starving in fact. The short, slender redhead walked with the thinning crowd along the dark, humid street. A week before, the handsome, youthful Jason had been blissfully unaware that his world was about to fall apart.
Jason had been one of the more successful performers in the porographic film industry. He hadn't been aware that the production company he had worked for had been under investigation for child porn. He hadn't known that his false idenity had failed to fool the federal agents. Jason's first hint that something was amiss was when the feds had raided the set of his latest film. The blue eyed lad had barely escaped from his private trailer with the clothes on his back and the contents of his pockets.
Jason might have gone to ground shortly after his escape, but the feds were determined to make an example of the production company and its most famous male actor. Jason's picture had been plastered all over the news. He was declared to be an underage sex offender. Jason had stopped aging at about the age of 16, so the mistake was understandable. He could hardly tell anyone his true age. No one would believe him. Or, worse, if they did, they would surely realize Jason Brent wasn't human.
The hunger gnawed at Jason's vitals. He still had a few dollars, but the unaging teen ignored the fast food shops along the road. No human food could slake his hunger. Only two related things could nourish him; human pleasure... or human pain. If he couldn't find the former soon, his instincts would compel Jason to seek the latter.
Jason crossed to a less travelled street. He opened his hoodie and went to stand near the road. He hooked a thumb in the belt loop of his baggy jeans and posed in such a way to put his slender but well muscled torso on best display. Jason opened his senses, seeking the sweet scent of lust. What he was doing was dangerous. The redhead might be recognized, but Jason was desperate to feed.
Jason had been one of the more successful performers in the porographic film industry. He hadn't been aware that the production company he had worked for had been under investigation for child porn. He hadn't known that his false idenity had failed to fool the federal agents. Jason's first hint that something was amiss was when the feds had raided the set of his latest film. The blue eyed lad had barely escaped from his private trailer with the clothes on his back and the contents of his pockets.
Jason might have gone to ground shortly after his escape, but the feds were determined to make an example of the production company and its most famous male actor. Jason's picture had been plastered all over the news. He was declared to be an underage sex offender. Jason had stopped aging at about the age of 16, so the mistake was understandable. He could hardly tell anyone his true age. No one would believe him. Or, worse, if they did, they would surely realize Jason Brent wasn't human.
The hunger gnawed at Jason's vitals. He still had a few dollars, but the unaging teen ignored the fast food shops along the road. No human food could slake his hunger. Only two related things could nourish him; human pleasure... or human pain. If he couldn't find the former soon, his instincts would compel Jason to seek the latter.
Jason crossed to a less travelled street. He opened his hoodie and went to stand near the road. He hooked a thumb in the belt loop of his baggy jeans and posed in such a way to put his slender but well muscled torso on best display. Jason opened his senses, seeking the sweet scent of lust. What he was doing was dangerous. The redhead might be recognized, but Jason was desperate to feed.