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about others doing it for
you.”
He sat back in his chair. “And here’s where
I really get the Swami Merit Badge.” He held an imaginary envelope
to his forehead. “Recently, within the last month or so, you
discovered a new kink. Something that excited and interested you
almost as much as sex did when you first discovered it, something
that calls to you like nothing else.” He paused again, and rotated
his arms, flexing them and causing the twining lines of his tat to
pulse and writhe. “Something like ink. Or piercing. Or leather.
Or—“
    “ Rope.” Brian said softly.
“I’ve been working with my lovers and rope… shibari, it’s
called.’
    Sullivan sighed. “Fuck.
Shoulda known. You couldn’t’ve picked something simple like
spanking, could you? Had to pick something meditative and focused .” His voice again assumed
the nasal wicked-witch tone. Then his face softened as he looked
again at his arms. “Then again, I bet it wasn’t exactly a choice,
was it?”
    Brian nodded. “Yeah. It
was weird—I’ve been kinky pretty much my whole sexual life, maybe
earlier. Been bottom, been sub, been top, tried all sorts of
things—well, as much as I could, life got in the way a lot.” Ain’t that an understatement, buddy boy? “But yeah, a couple of months ago… I dunno, I was
with my girlfriend at a fetish conference, and in the marketplace
the only thing I could afford was this rope. Real bondage rope, not
the stuff you get from the hardware store.” He looked down at his
own hands. “Somehow, in my hands, it just felt… right. When I
started using it with my lovers, it became both a means and an end,
functional lingerie, whatever you want to call it… it just felt,
well, right. For me and them.”
    “ It’s called a fetish,
bucko. Not in the latex and Skin-Two sense—well, in that sense,
too, sometimes, but I’m talking more about anthropology here.
According to the Study of Man ,” he grinned at Brian’s wincing
as he twisted the word in the same way Vashte had, “a fetish is any
object or action to which inordinate power is attached. On some
people, having this ink,” he waved a palm over his opposite arm,
shoulder to wrist, “would be nothing more than a decoration, like a
necklace or earring. But it’s my fetish, and that means I can use
it as a conduit for that power we were talking about… ” He
demonstrated by waving his hand in the air again, opening his palm
and blowing out across it towards the man with the
laptop.
    Brian could almost see the
turbulence in the air—no, scratch that, he actually did see it moving across
the room to where the computer-bound man sat. When it struck him,
his eyes widened, and he looked up again, suddenly, face flushed,
to where Sullivan sat—but the instigator of the disturbance was
feigning innocence, idly looking at his nails. And in the process, showing off his hands and muscled
forearms to Happy Boy over there… Brian
thought, and smiled. Come to think of it,
he’s showing it off to me, too.
    “ I thought you weren’t
supposed to play with it, if it’s so dangerous?” Brian wasn’t
criticizing, he was curious.
    Sullivan barked out a
laugh. “Are you kidding? That’s what it’s for , boy, to be played with! Hell,
it is play! Why
do you think all the sex gods are tricksters, starting with Pan?”
He glanced over at the man, and gave a very deliberate wink. The
man licked his lips nervously… and dove back into his laptop, hands
moving twice as fast as before. “There’s just one
problem.”
    “ It’s no accident that
your parents, you and your friends,never found out more about sex
than the plumbing. It’s no accident, my friend, that this entire
civilization of ours is kept in the constant tension of being told
sex is bad while at the same time having it thrust in our faces at
every turn.” His tone deepened, and his eyes grew hard. “There are
people who see this power as a threat to their existence, as
something that needs