Gowthem, at the age of 21, found himself in the final semester of his degree, freely meandering through town like a carefree breeze, relishing these moments that brought him joy, a welcome escape from the heartache of his first love's failure. He firmly believed that he could find happiness akin to an alpha male only if he remained unattached.

His days were filled with occasional thirst for knowledge, quenched in the classroom, and frequent visual cravings. The pursuit of knowledge was satisfied within the hallowed halls of academia, while his visual desires fixated on the slender elegance of feminine necks. Just as a sculptor gazes upon a masterpiece, Gowthem admired the natural beauty of these necks. His college years unveiled a new world of necks, their ever-changing shapes during various facial expressions, the delicate textures, intricate patterns, alluring contours, subtle depressions, and the charming moles that bestowed them with an added allure.

Gowthem often daydreamed about different ways to possess these necks, either through willing surrender or force, all in pursuit of a high. These vivid fantasies allowed him to live a relatively normal life, blending in with the objects of his admiration without drawing unwanted attention. At times, when he felt the need for a neck, he turned to his own as a substitute.

He initiated this ritual by gently caressing his neck, noting its temperature and softness. He delicately pinched certain points, feeling the skin's elasticity, which sparked sensations in his brain. His thumb traced the contours of the Adam's apple, akin to reading Braille for the blind. His fingers explored the bones' structure, and he swallowed saliva to appreciate its movement. As he traced the Adam's apple's up and down motion, he felt transported to a heavenly realm. Crackling sensations ignited in his mind, and if the excitement demanded more, he applied pressure above the Adam's apple, relishing the satisfying pain and enduring it. In solitary...