You grin wolfishly, deciding that you would definitely have your way with this one. Inviting him back to you abode, a had bought the house some time ago. It was a big place, and a lot of the people in the town thought it was haunted, it had a history actually. A man had led a satanic cult there; and it was said the basement and the grounds were filled with dead bodies. You actually had a bit of a twisted obsession with these sorts of things. People who you talked to about it would often get uncomfortable; and because of this you didn't really have a whole lot of friends some might say; not the sort of people that knew you well; or if they did they tended to have similar tastes themselves. Perhaps part of the reason you got along with the bikers from razorback's and other thugs in the city so well. You had never been squeamish and there was always something about the dark and the macabre that fascinated you. You even had a cannibalism fetish that you had also never shared with anyone. Some might say you were even a bit intense, and you never hid that you were a sadomasochist from those you coupled with. Even on the way to your place you begin talking to the young man about things like dominance, submission, sadomasochism. The young man seemed a little surprised by the subject-material, but actually rolled with it with more ease then you even expected. His ability to adapt to it; actually turns around and catches you a little off guard.
When you reach your place and enter the house; the boy grins wide. "Oh this place is interesting!" Running around the rooms a little bit in a rave of excitement. You are stunned, most people would find your decor a little off-putting. Displaying your fondness for dark things; bones; as you were a certified bone collector; and the paintings of things like sugar skulls and ravens; you had always been like this. The boy though; no matter how innocent and pure he appeared was rapidly drinking it all in with fascination. You couldn't help yourself; the need for him was growing inside you like a weed. You hardly notice that the smell in the room has changed; and that although you want him so badly; and it's like fire in your veins; you find yourself relaxing; even wanting to sit down on the large sofa in your living room. The boy comes up to you and smiles, "so would I be right in thinking that perhaps your intentions bringing me here, weren't altogether pure?" He grins, you grin back hungrily.