Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 18:41:44 +0300 (MSK) From: septimus Subject: "GLIMPSES-Two" (M/b) GLIMPSES: Two by Septimus Conversations. Talking with you is one of the very best parts of what we have. I think I like it best when you are the one who starts the conversation. Do you remeber this one? "Do you think I'm weird?" "Definitely!" "Really?" "For sure." "No, really. I'm serious. Stop kidding around!" "OK. Weird in what way?" "Well, that I like... you know... the kinda weird stuff we do together." "So I guess I must be *really* weird, because I like everything we do together." "No. That's not what I mean. I mean the... tie-up stuff." "Oh, that. You want my honest opinion?" "Yeah. I guess." "No, I don't think you're weird at all. Except the way you look!" "C'mon, I said I was serious! Stop fucking around!" "Such language, young man!" "It'll get worse if you don't stop it!" "OK, I'm sorry. Really. No, I don't think it's weird to like to play games like that. They're fun, sexy, and we both like them. Are you worried that there's something wrong with you because you like them?" "Kinda." "Why?" "Well... I kinda get a little thrill when I think about them. Special, you know? And when I hear the word 'torture,' it sort of, like, tingles. You know what I mean, or is that too weird?" "I think I know what you mean. And you're worried because tying people up, and torture, is a...bad thing. Right?" "Yeah! That's it! Maybe I'm sick or something." "Sick? Well, let me ask you a question. Would you like to tie somebody up and burn them with a red-hot iron?" "No! Of course not." "Well, maybe you'd rather cut their fingers off one joint and a time?" "No way!" "Or stick bamboo splinters undert their nails and set them on fire?" "Yuck!" "How about whips? Maybe whip somebody 'til the skin falls off their back in bloody strips?" "Eeeeew! Cut it out! I don't want to do any of that stuff! No way!" "But when you think of it, does it give you a... tingle, like you said?" "No." "What does it make you feel like then?" "I dunno. Yucky. Sad. Kinda afraid. Nothing good." "No hard-on?" "No way! Why'd you ask that? You do think I'm weird, doncha?" "No. I think we just proved you're not." "Huh?" "Well, you don't get off on hurting people. Real torture doesn't seem to do anything for you, if you're telling me the truth..." "I am! You believe me?" "I do. I know you well enough to believe you one hundred percent." "That's a relief!" "So you don't get a boner about real torture, only the pretend stuff like from corny movies like Rambo and that sort of thing?" "Yeah." "Sounds pretty normal to me. I think most guys your age have a little of that. You just have a little more, that's all." "Then you don't think I'm sick or a bad person?" "You? A bad person? Kiddo, you're one of the best people I've ever known. Maybe *the* best. Don't make me laugh!" "Really? You really mean that?" "Cross my heart." "Thanks." "You know, it was pretty much the same thing for me when I was your age." "Really?" "Yep. We'd play cowboys-and-Indians or war games and somebody would always get tied up. If it was me, I'd get a woody and hope the other guys wouldn't see it." "No shit-- I mean, no kidding?" "No. Seriously. And you know what? I had some of the same feelings... doubts... that you seem to have. I wondered if I was a sicko, too. But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't really want to hurt anybody. I just liked to play tie-up games and games where the worst 'torture' was putting ice-cubes on somebody or pretending to whip them. Stuff like that." "Wow. I didn't know. You never told me." "Well, why should I? I mean, I hadn't thought too much about that stuff in a long time. And then you had to introduce me to Mr. Chang Chu or whatever his name is." "Was that bad?" "Bad? No. We had fun, didn't we?" "I did. Did you?" "Oh, yes. And I think you know I did!" "Sure seemed like it! When you played those games, when you were a kid, did you, you know, get wood when you tied somebody else up." "Sometimes." "Did you ever... do anything when you played those games? You know?" "You mean like we did?" "Yeah." "Once. There was this one kid. We'd sometimes play tie-ups with just the two of us. A couple of times he tied me up and jerked me off." "Yow!" "I pretended that I didn't like it. That it was some sort of torture, like he said it was." "But you did like it?" "Oh, yeah! It was the greatest thing I'd ever felt up 'til then." "Did you ever do it to him?" "Yeah. But I think we got afraid that we were going to be discovered and we stopped after a very short time." "Were you sad about that?" "Kinda, I guess. But I just sort of put it in the back of my mind." "Ha! Until I came along!" "Yep! I guess so. So-- let's do a little test! What if I grabbed you-- like this!-- and pinned your arms behind you like this!" "Hey!" "And then said something like 'Now I'm going to tie you up!' Would that make you throw a little wood, you think?" "I'm not gonna tell you!" "Oh, yeah! Well, what do I have to do to get you to tell me!" "Maybe... maybe you'd have to... torture me?" "Hmmmm. I think that could be arranged!" "Pervert!" * Septimus@mail15.com