FOREWARD

In response to a request I made for a account book recommendation, in Reddit, I think, someone suggested a `` small part '' in Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. I found the section in her six c plus paginate Quran. It was a beautifully rendered depiction of love and ritual killing between a married pair. The request I made was for a story about `` A strong man who surrenders with dignity to pain and/or sexual abasement. '' I was looking for porno and The Outlander is not erotica. But the segment of her Holy Writ fit my criteria so admirably that I was moved to flesh out her fib and create my own bit of erotica.

But this began something of a struggle for me. Jamie is both tormented and made love to. He is desperately tormented by the fact that he was aroused by the sexual love making.I started out trying to describe the details of that, but bumped into difficulties from the get-go.First off, my independent characters do n't respond to love qualification, at least not in the scenes that are the focus of the stories. So I shifted his arousal to my received - humiliation.Second, none of my people are tormented by their reactions. They accept them. When I discarded shame as a fundamental incentive I was left with quite a different moral force than what Gabaldon described.And I was left with an even better sympathy of what I 'm about in my fantasies. My number one three books were transcription of fantasies. That is, speculation that aroused me.In the end An closed book became that, but in verso social club, fiction before fantasy.

Readers might well decide that this story is not realistic. You 'd probably be right. This is a fantasy, not a cut of life.

It also brought me nearer to dealing with the enigma of the connection between sexual stimulation and giving up. I almost said `` near to an understanding of, '' but no, I 'm not anywhere close to understanding it. I 'm just acknowledging the mystery.

I have taken some liberties with the natural action as depicted in Gabaldon 's book besides elaborating on it.In particular, those who have read foreigner should be for warn that I have substituted a more ceremonious aspect for imaginative and dramatic resolution of Jamie 's dilemma.

In addition, I 've taken the liberty of including one footer to cut through the unscathed story to know all quotes from Gabaldon 's Quran, rather than subjugate the subscriber to the cognitive dissonance of finding footnote references peppered through a workplace of smut. The quotation mark from Outlander are all at the kickoff of this story. It took me a retentive clock time, a substantial struggle, to kick in up on the idea of including region from the moving aspect on Thomas Nelson Page 584 and 585, but I had to leave them out for this new chronicle to gel. I owe Diana Gabaldon much thanks for providing the opportunity for me to see my own unearthly infantile fixation on fall better.

Gabaldon, Diana, `` The Outlander '' ( New York, Bantam, 1991 ) pp. 532

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This story begins with Jamie and Claire Fraser in a prison somewhere in Europe. Claire has been apprehended trying to free Jamie. The time is the 18th century. Jamie is awaiting writ of execution the next morning and Randall, his captor, is threatening to suffer Claire executed as well, but he says to Jamie, `` Unless you have a suggestion ? ''

'' I have. You want me. `` The coolheaded Scottish voice was pragmatic. `` Let the charwoman go, and ye can get me.Do what ye indirect request to me. I 'll not struggle, though I 'll take into account you to bandage me if ye think it needful.And I 'll not talk of it, do tomorrow. But first you 'll see the woman safe from the prison. ''

'' You 'll return me your word ? ''

Jamie 's eyes were like blue matchflames in the sheepskin of his face. After a moment, he nodded slowly. `` In recurrence for yours. ''

'' Done. ''

Claire and Jamie exchanged looks of love and resignation and she turned and left. Jamie 's heart was wide of rilievo that Claire was looking forward to life.

He knew already that he would not have to struggle to reconcile to whatever Randall had to offer. He was already in a land of profound peace, having finally accepted his impending death.

He turned to face Randall. He was about Jamie 's height and soma. Good looking, but with a sort of discordant shape to his expression that suggested that he was n't glad in his skin. He was not a man Jamie could honour, but he was a man to whom Jamie would submit.

Randall returned his smell with something like glee. `` Now ! Let me see you ! '' Randall grasped the hem of Jamie 's loose shirt and pulled it up over his head. '' Yes ! '' He ran his hand through the fuzz on Jamie 's bureau. Then he sank to the level and untied Jamie 's shoes. He slipped them off and kissed his metrical unit. Finally he loosened the tie that held up the breeches and slowly pulled them down, revealing Jamie 's sex. `` You 're beautiful ! '' He kissed it and then pulled the article of clothing off all the way. He ran his hands up and down Jamie 's legs, fondling him and moving up his trunk. `` I 'm so sad that we will only accept ten or twelve 60 minutes, even if we can avoid sleep. ``

Jamie endured these indignities by focusing on the image of Claire riding toward freedom and long life.

'' Oh, oh ! This is terrific ! beginning I need to soften you up. I need you to be intimate who owns you. I 'm going to Sir Ernst Boris Chain you and whip you. '' Jamie was startled to sense some swelling in his genitals in response to Randall 's words.And what had begun as a inert body politic of being unclothed was giving way to an intensifying sense of nakedness before the former man. To his dismay he swelled further. He had never desired a man, and did not now, but there was no denying the beginnings of rousing. Randall produced two chains, about a human foot long, with a leather cuff at one end and a lure at the other.

'' Hold out your wrists. `` Jamie complied, not unwillingly. His intimation became shallow and more rapid, and his thoughts more confused. After attaching the chain to Jamie 's wrists Randall went behind him and stepped on a low pot, presumably made for this function, and attached the Ernst Boris Chain to sneak in the ceiling. Jamie 's body betrayed him further with a full erection.

'' Ah ! tone at that ! This is an unexpected delight.

Jamie felt intense mortification at being on such showing before another man, but he was never one for self deception and he had to admit to himself that even the humiliation was arousing him further. In his brain he made an offering of his erection and his consistence seemed to turn to liquid.

Randall had fetched a short, six thong whip. To Jamie 's further consternation, the pile of it caused him to require to give an offering of his whole consistency. `` I want this, '' he thought.

'' Spread your pegleg so I can get at the cutter parts of your thigh. '' Jamie did so and his genitals hung heavy and free for Randall. `` I ca n't have you bleeding through your dress in the forenoon, so this wo n't be as thorough as I would care. ``

The initiative gust came on his back. It was receive infliction. The next came on the interior of his thigh. The vicious sting raised a crude physical impulsion to close his wooden leg for aegis from the next blow, but he dug his groundwork into the storey so he stayed exposed. It came with botheration and some needed release.

His arousal was such that his backside was aflame with craving to be struck, and Randall obliged. The hint of some flip-flop bit the skin of his scrotum. The pain in the neck was not so neat, but the propinquity to his testicles caused a surge of fear to line up his torso. Jamie was pushed toward ecstasy.

When Randall stopped, the bother of the Gospel According to Mark on Jamie 's dead body flowed together in a penumbra of throbbing high temperature, taking the focussing off of the urgency of his now to the full erecting fora few poor moments.

Randall loosened the manacles and sat back in the chair, perusing Jamie 's figure. Jamie, for his part, experienced an pressing need to drop his knees to the floor ... to kneel before Randall, but it was not to be yet.

'' Go over and kneel on the bed. Put your shoulders down and pull yourself apart in back so I can get at you More easily. `` Jamie did as he was told with gratitude, exposing himself as he had never been before. Randall spread head oil around the crease between his buttocks and inside. The bridge player on Jamie 's waistline and the hard length of Randall sliding down between Jamie 's bum caused his belly to declaration and his erection to throb.The tip slipped into place and Randall began to weigh. `` Alright. You can release your hands. I crave the feeling of being caressed by you. '' Jamie braced himself on his forearms and pressed his forehead into the bed. He tried to prepare himself for the invasion, but could do little.

Randall gripped him more firmly and slowly pressed again and again. Jamie swelled from the esthesis and humiliation. When Randall finally broke through the pissed opening Jamie gasped at the complete residue of pain and joy. Randall increased his round, his breathing becoming labored and finally he achieved release. He lay panting on Jamie 's back and then said, `` Now I want to feel you spend yourself while I 'm still inside you. Use your hand. But try to hold your hips still. '' Randall took some of his weight off of Jamie. Jamie grasped his own penis, which throbbed even More, as a lot from the advance mortification of doing this in Randall 's presence as from the friction he was applying. The shame was electrical. Jamie 's breathing became labored, pressure gathered in the ascendent of his belly and his source shot out onto the bed. He collapsed and Randall slipped out.

When both had revived Randall motioned Jamie to stand. Then he pulled the coverlet from the bed and wiped both their consistency and threw the coverlet into the corner.

Randall looked reflectively at Jamie. He paused. `` Go over in front of the chairman and kneel. Let me bind your arms. foil them behind you, like this. '' Randall pulled Jamie 's forearms alongside each other. He pulled them tight, so that Jamie 's dresser was thrust out, and wrapped them wrist to elbow. He stepped back and surveyed his work and then returned to the chair in front of Jamie.

Jamie 's helplessness andhumiliation caused the source of arousal again. It came to him that he had not thought about the need to protect Claire for some metre. The only thing in his consciousness besides pain and arousal was surrender. The muscles in his pelvic arch contracted several times. His burgeoning erection shifted, to Randall 's appreciation.

'' So .... I 'm going to kill you tomorrow. '' He paused. `` Let 's think a bit about that, yes ? I wish I could use a tongue instead of the gallows. I 'd like to engross a tongue into you over and over. '' Jamie was enthralled, not so a lot by the idea of his own annihilation, but by the infrangible power Randall held over him.

'' But we can have a short lineage, ca n't we ? Not so much that it will show through your shirt in the morning, though. '' Randall drew his dagger from his smash and reached out to touch Jamie 's bureau with the tip. It was very sharp, and he was able-bodied to trace a thin line across the breadth of it. Jamie closed his eyes and focused on his sex, where the swelling kept pace with the path of the knife. Small beads of blood rose up. various broke into rivulets and ran down his torso. Randall rubbed his finger through them and licked the tip. Jamie welcomed the pain.

'' Randall ! Ho ! What have you got here ? '' A man even taller than Jamie and Randall, and more brawny, entered the elbow room.

'' Aelred ! I thought you were on reconnaissance ! This is Jamie Fraser. He 's given himself to me and promised silence in interchange for his wife 's freedom. He 's due for the gallows tomorrow. ``

'' Well, it 's a unspoilt affair no one else would think to expect for you here. ``

Jamie thought that there was no room for further humiliation, but having another individual see him on his articulatio genus, leaping and defenseless before Randall, caused the heat of a rosiness to flow over his human face and organic structure. It was as it was at the first. Jamie 's consistence became as liquid as he anticipated what was to transpire. His debasement was intensified by the inspection of an additional man.

Aelred sauntered over and leaned down to take Jamie 's erection in a firm but friendly adhesive friction. His law of proximity was as arousing as his touch. Jamie 's need surged. The muscles in his thigh and buttocks contracted involuntarily. A chill ran up his erection. He disregarded any gravitas he had left and tilted his articulatio coxae rhythmically to try to precipitate release. But Aelred just chuckled and let him go. Jamie had begun to pant, but controlled himself at Randall 's knifelike `` No ! Not yet !

Aelred said, `` I ca n't stay long because they know I 'm back and are waiting for a paper. But I could stay a footling spell. Will you ploughshare ? I would happily whip and plunder him. ``

'' And I would happily watch ! Yes, please have at it ! ``

Randall cut through the Bond holding his arms and surveyed him. Jamie was intensely cognisant of the pressure of each fingerbreadth as Aelred slowly drew his hired hand through the hairs on Jamie 's torso. Once again Jamie was asked to hold out his blazon. This time he watched each wrist being wrapped in voiced leather, welcoming the bondage. Aelred was given the Same forgetful six stranded whip. Jamie shut his eyes the improve to part their focus on his hard, throbbing sex.

'' Be careful, though, Aelred. Not so much line that it will soak through his wearing apparel in the morning time. Aelred nodded and eyed Jamie 's trunk, as if deciding where to strike first. This prison term Jamie knew that, while there would be practically botheration, it would not be unbearable, and he felt himself rise to enter in the experience.After Randall struck the first setback on his cover, the burning pain paradoxically gave rise to a inviolable craving for the same pain on his chest and belly. And when that was satisfied, the unaffected office of his body below cried out for the lash. The craving was as powerful as the pain. When the thong curled around one second joint the former was engulfed in want. It was the Saami for his buttocks.

But it was only when two of the thongs were applied with force out to his stiffened cock that he was satiated, enveloped in burning pain. His gaze locked with Aelred 's in tacit thanks.

Next Aelred pulled Jamie 's branch apart and whipped his already tortured thigh. While they were spread wide he struck his buns, once from each side.

'' Randall, arrive and help. Pull him apart so I can ram into him. '' Randall stood in forepart of Jamie and reached around to pull his buttocks apart. He pressed against his captive so that Jamie could feel their hard-on lined up together through Randall 's breeches. Aelred 's legs were just enough longer than Jamie 's that he was able to get serious leverage. In maliciousness of the penetration earlier, Aelred had to brutally push his way in. The pain was bully, but it seemed to force even more rakehell into Jamie 's erection.

When Aelred had spent himself he remained inside Jamie and said, `` Let 's see how far I can shoot him ! '' Jamie was mesmerized by the sight of the suntanned extraterrestrial fingers gripping his erection. They moved up and down the irradiation quickly and then tantalizingly slowed down. Jamie savored the humiliation of having the military strength of his arousal so clearly demonstrated to Randall and Aelred. He completed the show by panting loudly and letting forth a full throated cry when he was finally given release.

Aelred finally broke the muteness. `` Oh, dear. I ca n't leave him like this and rob you of your fun. '' He bent at the waist and took Jamie 's flaccid member in his mouth, and his testicles in his mitt. He squeezed and sucked and bit and licked. Jamie accepted whatever Aelred willed and gave himself up to another cycle of foreplay and surrender. Aelred trailed his fingers along Jamie 's now engorged shaft. `` There you are, Randall. Enjoy ! ``

When Aelred had departed Randall turned to fetch a arena of sweet oil. When he turned back his face showed what purported to be a kind smile. He went behind Jamie and began applying the oil to the various injury on his rachis. But his contact was not clinical. He rubbed slowly, caressingly, with his unharmed palm tree. When he reached Jamie 's tail end and intimate second joint his equal became more suggestive. This devastating intimacy made more of an impact on Jamie than the whip. Randall moved both workforce around to Jamie 's torso, where another involuntary clenching caused Randall to murmur in approval. The gentle squeezing, stroking and fondling of Jamie 's sex provoked a much stronger reception than seemed warranted. Jamie 's consciousness was focused on his need for waiver. He arched his spine to try to reach a firmer pressure, but Randall pulled back just enough to keep the extend to tantalizing.

Finally Randall released the cuff and watched Jamie apprciatively. `` Just stand there. Let me look at you. You are beautiful. We have quite a few hr left. I 'm just going to seem at you for a while. '' The man 's oculus, roaming over his au naturel consistency, were like caresses. `` Go sit on the bound of the cot. I 'll put on some more unction. ''

Jamie did as instructed and Randall sat down adjacent to him, pressing against his side and thigh. With his leftover hand he gently smoothed more than oil into Jamie 's wounding. With his right he fondled Jamie 's throbbing sex. He nuzzled Jamie 's cheek and when he pushed his fingers between Jamie 's thigh, Jamie shifted his paw behind him on the bed so that he could raise himself enough to let Randall insert them into him. The heel of Randall 's helping hand pressed against his testicles. Jamie 's breathing became slow and deep as the dog of Randall 's hand pressed on his testicles. He gave himself up to the warm pleasure of being used.

'' Let 's direct a short break of serve. I want to retrieve about what to do next. You can lie down on the bed. I 'll sit over there and revalue your beauty. Do n't move around away. I think I can keep back you aroused just by staring at you. Yes ? ``

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A day later, safety in the monastery, Claire had been soothing Jamie 's wounds with an herbal unguent. She asked him to bend on his vertebral column so she could attend to the cut on his chest of drawers and drew the sheet up to his waist. Jamie had been telling her honestly all the things that Randall had done to him, bathing in the wonder of her acceptance.

'' Randall said we would guide a rest. I was to lie on the cot, facing him or on my back. I could n't lie on my rachis, so I faced him.He said he thought he could keep me cockeyed just by watching me. He was right.He was slouched in that chair.

'' Finally the pain in my back and leg began to butt on out the sentience of number surrender I had been feeling for hours. It made room for thought process of the gallows. I thought that I should sense guilt for having allowed myself to be aroused, but I could n't observe it. So I prayed silently. I told God that I did n't know if I had been sinning, but if I had to please forgive me, and I asked Him please, could I see Him in the morning. That gave me some peace.

'' And then something happened that seemed to me to be really noteworthy. Without my touching myself, I climaxed. It was short and mild and Randall could see that I had nothing more left wing. It was over. And just before I fell asleep you came back into my mind. The succeeding thing I knew was when your men came and got me. `` Jamie 's voice was low, almost a whisper.

'' Oh, Jamie, I belong in your mind, just as you are in mine, and just as your torso belongs inside mine. I do n't know why your consistency chose life in the face of almost certain dying, but we do n't need to see. ''

'' I love you. I love you for telling me all of this. It makes me trust you so a good deal ! '' She stood up from the bed and loosened the drawing string at her throat. She pulled the gathers loose and her nightgown slipped to the floor.

'' Ah, Claire ! '' Jamie slipped his fingers through the dark curls and into the moist cleft. `` Oh ! ``

Claire lifted the sail and gave him a welcoming smile. `` good face at this ! '' She kissed the tip tenderly and stroked him. Jamie ran his hands over her curves, relishing the way her breasts and derriere and hips fit his work force. She slipped into bed and he turned and found her ready. They locked themselves in a deep buss and his move were not so much thrusting as being drawn into her. `` Oh, Claire ! Oh, Claire ! Oh God ! Oh, God ! '' He came and then stayed for many moments, embraced by Claire's own climax.



AFTERWARD

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