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Max Owen, 25.
Max has short black hair that always seems a bit unruly, light grey eyes, and a somewhat mysterious smile. Max is tall and in good physical shape. After finishing his studies he has just began to work as an English/German translator. In his free time he also works as a badminton coach. He's a keen observer and avid reader with a number of eclectic interests, enjoying to baffle people with obscure knowledge. Among his interests are magic and the occult - which he is fascinated by on a psychological level but doesn't believe in - as well as bdsm. He has experimented with various kinks with previous girlfriends, but didn't yet get as far as he wanted to, only scratching the surface of light bondage. Max can get quite sadistic, but in a rather playful than really cruel way. This could change though if he is really obsessed with someone.
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The music was pumping loud, the air thick with the smoke of ganja, and the small apartment full of pretty young people in their late teens. To some this might have sounded like paradise. But Max was wondering why he had accepted Neil’s invitation to his birthday party. Sure Neil was a good buddy from Max’ skater days and it sounded good to meet him and his crowd again. But these days were over for May now, and it seemed they were over for the others too. Neil was the only one among the people there he knew. And Neil was busy most of the time, lighting bongs and discussing the qualities of various kinds of weed.
It was good that the apartment had a balcony. Breathing in the fresh air felt so much better than the thick clouds of smoke inside, and enjoying the view of the night time city – or rather small town. A few minutes earlier one of the stoner guys had joined him outside, and bothered him with a rather incoherent monologue about the pros and cons of buying weed on the internet, that soon turned into a huge lament about his dad’s intolerance to the guy’s unwillingness to work during the daytime.
That guy stumbled back into the apartment at some point though, and now Neil had some minutes of quiet time for reflection, time to wonder exactly what he had been looking for when coming here. It wasn’t just for those buddies actually. Those that didn’t show up. It was also that Max thought it was time to meet somebody new. His last relationship had broken up about two months ago. Well, it faded out. Two months ago Lisa and he had a conversation about kinks and fetishes and all that. A long overdue conversation after the vanilla sex had begun to bore him out, no longer stimulate him. So yeah, they talked. She said it was fine and exciting to try something new in the bedroom. Then never called again, and always was busy when he tried to call her.
“Hey Brother Max, how’s the Church of the Kneeling Maiden going?” a hand smacked down on Max’ shoulder, and the man abruptly turned around, his light grey eyes focussing on the ‘attacker’. It was Neil of course. No one else here would call him Brother Max. Max laughed at the question. The sex cult was something Neil and he had made up when they was younger and dreamed up converting all the pretty girls in the neighborhood with their bizarre rites. A purely fantasy thing that was more or less just an inside joke between them.
“Excellent”, Max grinned at the younger guy, who was looking at him with little red eyes. “At summer solstice there will be a great rite.” Neil laughed and handed Max a beer, then asked in a lower voice, “I hope you do have enough acolytes to receive the sacrament? Or are you here on a recruiting mission?” “I cannot tell you all of it, Brother Neil”, Max leaned in, enjoying the silly fun with his old friend, “but you know, the demands of our Church are very strict, and so few qualify these days. So many do not even get to the Rite of the Whip or the Ordeal of the Two-Pronged Shaft.”
“I guess Lisa didn’t pass the test then?” Neil now asked, bringing Max back to reality. “No absolutely not”, Max shook his head, realizing he was now starting to accept that it was over. “But who knows, the world is so full of potential acolytes. Yet so few are worthy to receive the Sacrament of the Beast”. Max hadn’t yet noticed that they were no longer alone at the balcony. Only when he saw that Neil was starring at someone behind Max now, he realized they must have been joined by someone else.
Max has short black hair that always seems a bit unruly, light grey eyes, and a somewhat mysterious smile. Max is tall and in good physical shape. After finishing his studies he has just began to work as an English/German translator. In his free time he also works as a badminton coach. He's a keen observer and avid reader with a number of eclectic interests, enjoying to baffle people with obscure knowledge. Among his interests are magic and the occult - which he is fascinated by on a psychological level but doesn't believe in - as well as bdsm. He has experimented with various kinks with previous girlfriends, but didn't yet get as far as he wanted to, only scratching the surface of light bondage. Max can get quite sadistic, but in a rather playful than really cruel way. This could change though if he is really obsessed with someone.
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The music was pumping loud, the air thick with the smoke of ganja, and the small apartment full of pretty young people in their late teens. To some this might have sounded like paradise. But Max was wondering why he had accepted Neil’s invitation to his birthday party. Sure Neil was a good buddy from Max’ skater days and it sounded good to meet him and his crowd again. But these days were over for May now, and it seemed they were over for the others too. Neil was the only one among the people there he knew. And Neil was busy most of the time, lighting bongs and discussing the qualities of various kinds of weed.
It was good that the apartment had a balcony. Breathing in the fresh air felt so much better than the thick clouds of smoke inside, and enjoying the view of the night time city – or rather small town. A few minutes earlier one of the stoner guys had joined him outside, and bothered him with a rather incoherent monologue about the pros and cons of buying weed on the internet, that soon turned into a huge lament about his dad’s intolerance to the guy’s unwillingness to work during the daytime.
That guy stumbled back into the apartment at some point though, and now Neil had some minutes of quiet time for reflection, time to wonder exactly what he had been looking for when coming here. It wasn’t just for those buddies actually. Those that didn’t show up. It was also that Max thought it was time to meet somebody new. His last relationship had broken up about two months ago. Well, it faded out. Two months ago Lisa and he had a conversation about kinks and fetishes and all that. A long overdue conversation after the vanilla sex had begun to bore him out, no longer stimulate him. So yeah, they talked. She said it was fine and exciting to try something new in the bedroom. Then never called again, and always was busy when he tried to call her.
“Hey Brother Max, how’s the Church of the Kneeling Maiden going?” a hand smacked down on Max’ shoulder, and the man abruptly turned around, his light grey eyes focussing on the ‘attacker’. It was Neil of course. No one else here would call him Brother Max. Max laughed at the question. The sex cult was something Neil and he had made up when they was younger and dreamed up converting all the pretty girls in the neighborhood with their bizarre rites. A purely fantasy thing that was more or less just an inside joke between them.
“Excellent”, Max grinned at the younger guy, who was looking at him with little red eyes. “At summer solstice there will be a great rite.” Neil laughed and handed Max a beer, then asked in a lower voice, “I hope you do have enough acolytes to receive the sacrament? Or are you here on a recruiting mission?” “I cannot tell you all of it, Brother Neil”, Max leaned in, enjoying the silly fun with his old friend, “but you know, the demands of our Church are very strict, and so few qualify these days. So many do not even get to the Rite of the Whip or the Ordeal of the Two-Pronged Shaft.”
“I guess Lisa didn’t pass the test then?” Neil now asked, bringing Max back to reality. “No absolutely not”, Max shook his head, realizing he was now starting to accept that it was over. “But who knows, the world is so full of potential acolytes. Yet so few are worthy to receive the Sacrament of the Beast”. Max hadn’t yet noticed that they were no longer alone at the balcony. Only when he saw that Neil was starring at someone behind Max now, he realized they must have been joined by someone else.
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