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"Free to talk," Mark had said. ‘Free to talk,’ reflected boy, ‘free it seemed for the very first time in his life to talk openly about ideas, dreams, hopes and fears that had crowded his life, walled in by norms in his usual society that made such conversations impossible to conceive.
"Remember to give each piece a good suck," said Mark as boy popped a new potato into his mouth, "it will give you a chance to think and let that imagination play". The new potato was just the right size to help boy think, ‘maybe I should have a couple of these in my mouth, rolling about my tongue’. Mark had picked up a large carrot that he moved slowly in and out through his lips, "There are some good sensations in eating well, boy". ‘Free to eat in sensuous ways,’ boy realised, ‘free to explore new ways of satisfying my senses’. This reality seemed to transcend many of his dreams, simply with Mark using everyday words and everyday things in a place which, though different, was hardly extreme – ‘hardly but the stark black and white, the glass and the steel, did make a powerful statement matching Mark’s dress, lean figure and demeanour. The new potato succumbed to a bite, then to careful chewing, not overcooked it had a good firm texture. Two shallots offered a joint opportunity and boy took both into his mouth, sucking and rolling them around and enjoying the feel careful to stop his teeth injuring either of them until he had savoured the thoughts that filled his imagination. Imagination and reality seemed to mingle so much in the Archive. Experience, expectations, exploration and so often, just fantasy – ‘just fantasy,’ boy thought, ‘maybe for most that’s the way it should be, just fantasy coupled with the thought that for a few emasculation had become a physical reality’. Teeth crushed those two shallots and they got thoroughly chewed up – ‘painlessly,’ boy reflected, ‘painlessly, when some on the Archive have taken even enjoyed considerable pain’. There was one, boy recalled, who had suffered a night of bondage. That – for him - horrific night when his companions, rather than releasing the tight green elastrators as they had before, had simply left them on and let that man lie in excruciating pain, thinking of his balls dying between his legs. How different from the kinder Master who had released his slave when the slave was violently sick within 20 minutes or so of receiving those little bands. Kinder, yes, but still insistent on that slave losing his virility one way or another. There was another sausage on boy’s plate and he followed Mark’s example with the carrot, moving that sausage in and out through his lips and using his imagination – at school he only ever done hand jobs. ‘Why did it never occur to me to suck them off ?’ boy remarked to himself. "You seem to be learning how to enjoy your food, boy !" "Since early childhood, many boys seem to have forgotten how useful and satisfying a mouth well applied can be. I suppose we got put off by being told not to do the natural thing of putting almost everything that we could reach into our mouths, to feel, to taste, to chew…" "Guess those hands of yours have been pretty suppressed in recent years too, boy !" "Mouth, tongue, hands, even your nose can all explore in ways that go beyond your eyes and the Internet." "And, if you decide to carry on exploring physical reality, you may find unexpected parts of your body getting involved in ways, boy, that your imagination is probably nowhere near contemplating." "Yes, boy," said Mark anticipating a philosophical objection, "in fantasy, in the sum of people’s dreams, anything is possible but in terms of sensation, of feeling, of pain, and in modifying bodies, I reckon, boy, that the sum of human experience probably goes well beyond any individual imagination." "Eat up, boy, and feel free to lick your plate clean – give that tongue of yours some practice." The combination of tasty fat and the rough earthenware surface made licking the plate clean a pleasure that boy expected to relish in future – he never eaten a meal quite this way before. "Coffee, boy ?" asked Mark on his way round to the kitchen to take down two pint sized black mugs. "Yes please, Mark, that was a marvellous lunch and thanks for helping to enjoy it in fresh ways." "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa, boy ! How do you take your coffee, boy, cloudy with milk or clear like a eunuch’s cum ?" "I’ll have it clear please Mark." "One clear coffee coming up then, boy." "I’ll just go and take a leak before coffee, boy, should you do the same in a moment ?" "OK, after you Mark." Mark went up and let his bladder empty itself into that urinal up the stairs, slipped out of his capped T-shirt, took off his boots and socks and got out of the jeans that he had been wearing without any underclothing. He selected a pair of shorts that matched the ones that boy was wearing and headed back downstairs. "The urinal’s all yours, boy." The sight of Mark in far less clothing caught boy’s attention. "Come on, boy, get on with it or your coffee will get cold." All the water while he was rowing and some at lunch had had its effect on boy and there was plenty to flow out. It took a while to flow even at speed and boy thought of the questions that the two of them might now begin to explore over their mugs of coffee.
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