Chapter 1

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Pogo's POV

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Pogo's POV

Zim Zum has been in our band as a guitarist for less than a week and I'm already attracted to the little guy.

Daisy left a few weeks ago so we had to set up auditions for a guitarist. Great. After a series of looking at headshots and watching tapes being sent to us, we picked 15 of them that we liked the most and called them, inviting them to audition in person here in New Orleans.

After hearing a few players playing their chosen song for us, it was finally the petite guy's turn, who told us his name is Timothy Michael Linton. As we watched him play Get Your Gunn with his Fender, I couldn't help but admire his physique. His skinny little legs, his delicate hands strumming his guitar perfectly, and most of all, his innocent looking face as he focused on his playing. I hope Manson accepts him because I would have.

Once he was done playing, he looked at us with a hopeful look on his face, and Manson nodded approvingly.

Oh the things I want to do to him.

"Okay, you're in," said Manson.

His face lights up cutely. "Oh my God, thank you!"

They talked for a few minutes with Manson showing him the sheet from the Portrait and AntiChrist Superstar, and as Timothy studied the sheet and Manson getting rid of the few remaining hopefuls, Ginger tapped my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "He's a cute one, don't cha think?"

"Oh yes, he's a cutie," I nodded, whispering back.

Present

Whenever we're not practicing and Ginger and I had the chance to be alone with Zimmy, we would talk and get to know each other... although me and Ginger already do. We're both gay, as well as Manson and Twiggy.

He told us that he's from Chicago and he's been playing guitar for 14 years. He told us he found out about us through an ad from the Chicago Daily Tribune. He also tells us he's been a vegan for about 10 years, which explains his small figure.

He's the cutest guy we ever met. He's very kind to animals, wouldn't hurt a fly.

I would catch myself staring at him as he spoke, from his little black bob to his little bony hands. He was also a shy and quiet guy, which made us wonder how he was able to put himself out there. I guess when you're passionate about something, anything is possible, not to be fucking cliche.

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As we were setting up to practice for our upcoming tour, I couldn't help but stare at Zim's cute little ass as he put on his guitar. I looked at Ginger and he had a hungry look on his face looking at the same thing I'm looking at. He then looked at me and read my mind.

We're gonna fuck him like there's no tomorrow.

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