Chapter 12

Things were going quite well for Burke on his date until…Cal climbed off him and the sofa and then rushed into his bedroom. At first, Burke believed the jockish man with the perfect chest of molten steel went in search of condoms and a bottle of lube for a few heated rounds of body-meshed-with-body sex and a good time of adult play.

What transpired became an immediate turn of events for him.

No longer had Burke’s date been with Cal Yuell. Rather, a strange leather beast of sorts exited the apartment’s only bedroom. Cal had become some kind of black leather minotaur from hooves to head, including a tail. His cock and balls drooped out of the costume. He moved up to Burke, snorted in his face, huffed, and stomped one of his feet on the living room floor.