A strange old man there had spoken to him... found out he was on his honeymoon, gave him the formula... told him what to do.
As he gazed happily into the blank orbs that took the place of David's eyes, Alex barely noticed the change in his own body starting from where David's hand now rested. (4/4)

Alex smiled as his caressed the face of his now petrified lover. This was exactly what he'd wanted ever since... since they'd met. Oh was it? No... this was something he'd only desired after a visit to that shop of antiques and oddities here in Sitges. (3/4)

David had felt weird ever since that margarita on the beach. All he knew was that he needed to obey and be still. He felt so good to obey that he didn't even notice as his skin started to lose its color and take on a more stone-like texture. (2/4)

Also found photos of the same model in kink gear: dg-victims.blogspot.com/2011/11/bern...

In the end, I thought the coy look would make a nice addition to the garden. The fearful look in his eyes was an added bonus. (3/3)

Maybe he was just nervous because I didn't tell him beforehand about the nudity that the "photoshoot" would entail. Maybe he saw the rest of the statues in my garden in various sexual poses and didn't want me to see his arousal. (2/3)

It wasn't long before the colour had completely drained from Dylan's body. But he didn't care. He was now a living statue, just like his new boyfriend. And this was where he belonged: on display at the museum for the rest of eternity. (3/3)

As soon as Dylan grasped one of the statue's hands, he felt a soothing calm wash over him. A voice in his head seemed to say, "Just stay there. Relax." Dylan barely even noticed that his breathing had begun to slow, and his skin was quickly hardening and turning grey. (2/3)