They'd been reduced to hanging a selection of Beryl Cooks, for heaven's sake. The new exhibition was a critical and popular success, though.The three ...omen were standing in front of the picture that had been adopted as the exhibition's signature image. "Click", a picture by the artist Sardax had been reproduced so that it was a good twelve feet high, dominating the gallery that contained it. It showed half of a woman's head and shoulders seen from the front, her right hand held aloft was about. Alex's cock stood out straight and hard and throbbing now that it was free of the imprisoning cloth. Max smiled and wrapped his hand around Alex's cock. He gently squeezed and stroked it as Alex closed his eyes and moaned softly."Such a pretty, little cock." Max said. "Not a real man's cock, though. It's just a boy's cock. No wonder you couldn't hang on to your woman. This would never satisfy her. You could never satisfy her. You're not a man. You're a twink, a faggot. "Then Max stood and swept. It was sometime after the demon had gone upstairs to check on the time. She had walked practically all night, stopping at one point to catch a few hours sleep in a tree, and have breakfast. She was a little tired, but ready for a fight.The gate, a heavy affair carved from stone and set with steel bars, was neatly sliced in two, the upper half now lying flat on the white stone walk beyond, washed pink and purple in the new morning light. Bells guessed that this must be the work of her. From the bloody radiance, a colossal nail was lowered like the formation of a black icicle, all four sides gleaming and bringing with it a chorus of haunting whispers. As long as five school buses and with a head the size of a backyard trampoline, the nail slowly began to descend towards Jason.Screaming in terror, Jason pulled at the wires that riddled his body, desperately wanting to escape but only worsening the damage inflicted to his limbs. The whole time he thrashed and tugged, his eyes.