Charles Duchamp POV

I pinned Aloysius’ hands to the wall and above his head as I forced a kiss on his unresponsive lips. He tried to turn his head away but I wouldn’t allow it, he needed to be brought into his power before it went away completely. Diogenes had already had his audeur awoken a few years ago, but Aloysius had been keeping his sex-magic under-wraps. Their mother had asked me to awaken it before it was too late. Aloysius wasn’t so keen on the idea; he’d been pushing me away all night, even though I had explained the situation.

“I don’t want to be ruled by the audeur.” He’d said.

“You won’t be, but Aloysius, if you don’t come into your power you’ll be an empty thing; a...   read more »

Catlike, he lets himself in.

I had been warned to expect an unusual client, and I am not disappointed. I’ve never worked under conditions like these before, and I am still not entirely pleased about the situation, despite the payment — three times my usual fee — already directly deposited into my account. Most especially I’m unsure of conducting the first session in my own home. But everything about this case promises to be out of the ordinary, and the client insisted it could be done no other way.

What is more important, this client represents a challenge. I get few enough of those, these days. People are distressing in the quotidian similarity of...   read more »