Set in Pompeii during the years leading up to the eruption of Vesuvius, this full length novel follows the lives of prostitutes and politicians, gladiators and slaves, the elite an the nouveau riche. Their lives intertwine and the choices they make lead to the destruction of Pompeii.

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I devised a game for this session.  In this game, Dave would tie up his balls using string.  I would have control over whether or not the strings tightened.  His part would be to masturbate and attempt to cum.  It was a race: if he could cum before I had him tighten the strings enough to castrate himself.

He wasn't keen on this game.  I had to threaten him with public exposure, and he finally relented.  I imagine his protests were only designed to make me threaten him, thereby arousing him.

We began and I asked him a series of questions, in order to distract him from masturbating.  I asked him if he had been raped or had raped anyone.  He answered no, but admitted to having rape fantasies in which his "girlfriend" dresses him in women's clothes and "Tying me down and a guy fucking me while I'm gagged and cuffed....It's hard to stay hard during this topic.  Can we change it?"

I absolutely would not change it.  I drew parallel's between his mother and his "girlfriend":  "That's the kind of thing your mother would do: abandon you when you needed her, stand by and watch you get hurt....Do you fantasize about your mother watching you in sexual situations?"

He questioned if I was really trying to castrate him.  I was only playing the game, I answered.  Then added:

"In the rape scenario with your girlfriend, if your girlfriend mirrors your mother, is the raping male figure your father?  Is this how you're able to feel closeness with your father---being joined through the violence inflicted by your mother?"

He begged me to change the subject and said again he was having a hard time staying hard.  He asked if he could have a toy: a buttplug, small but still significant.  Testing him further, I had him use Deep Heat as lube on the buttplug.  He attempted to fight me on it, but gave in quickly.  The exchange following is astounding:

"It's in...It's hot already...It's hurting...Please.  Let me take it out?"

"You can use your safe words if you need to.  Suffer the penalties of course."

And then, a long delay before his response:

"I came.  So hard.  I've not cum that hard in a long time.  It was intense as hell."

The fear of castration, the incestuous, violent images of his mother, fantasies of forced feminization and rape, and severe rectal burning all contributed to his orgasm.  One, he observes himself, which is the most intense he's had in a while.  

I'm afraid that Dave cannot divorce pain, humiliation and sex.  I believe this has roots in his childhood, something traumatic that happened with his mother, perhaps also abuse by his beloved father.  This need for pain and suffering very likely could branch out---where hurting himself for sexual pleasure will lose it's potency and he must hurt others.  Most likely little boys, replaying a scenario of violence he himself suffered in his childhood.

We began our conversation with Dave applying a clothes pin to one of his nipples and Deep Heat to the other.  We came up with the following agreement.  If the pain became too much, he could use his safe phrase (I said it should be "Mommy please", in order to create deeper levels of humiliation should he need to stop).   But if he ever use his phrase, he would have to do the following:

• wear panties continuously until our association ends
• wear a butt plug during the remainder of our conversations
• pay me a tribute
• give me a pic of his cock to post on my blogs and Twitter

Our conversation consisted of questions, and he discussed his first sexual experience, admitting that with this girl he eventually let her fuck him with a strap on.  He went on to say that if I had a strap on he'd come over and pay me to allow him to suck it.  

This led to him admitting that he would pay for my bodily fluids.  I had him apply Deep Heat to his inner arms, at the elbows.  He was stroking simultaneously and I had him twist the clothes pin on his nipple.  So occupied, he couldn't respond to me.   I asked him a series of questions and provided answers:

Question:  Dave, why do you want to ingest bodily fluids, as well as my boyfriend's cum?

Answer:  Because I can only feel happy being humiliated because my mother humiliated me and it's the only way I know how to be loved.

Question:  Dave, why do you have sex with women when all of your sexual excitement comes from being degraded by them---not from their bodies.

Answer:  Because I'm afraid people will hate me if they know the truth.  So I do what everyone else does.

At this point he asked permission to cum, demonstrating that all of my question/answer observations were accurate: he found sexual comfort in humiliation.