flaying, mutilation, disembowelment, castration, consentual incest
Some, though, attracted to dangerous seductions, like a moth to the flames, can't resist the temptation. Biting off more than they can chew?! Because if they expect the great sex, the drugs, the reported bad 'trips', the seemingly near-death experiences from hallucinogens, there's more afoot, here, than just a kinky S&M tour master in heat. Souls are being harvested for the New Hell, and Kgell is Anaroth's master reaper.
This is a strange book involving a handsome and unapproachable man in a gay bar (well, in a gay bar in the 1970s) who would suddenly become easy on the nights that he wore a dog collar. Guys that went home with him had strange stories to tell of torture and mutilation, yet they'd wake up the next day without a scratch.
The story is unclear whether what they remember is actually part of some Satanic rituals involving the lower god Anaroth, or whether they are drug induced hallucinations.