Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Jasper Time Again
Little by little, I'm refocusing attention to the long-neglected Jasper side of my writing.
First order of business was to make this book, The Crux of It, Erotic Tales of Men on the Cross and the Women Who Put Them There, previously available in print paperback only, into a Kindle offering at Amazon. Three stories totaling approximately 41,000 words tell tales of male crucifixion, the erotic kind, one set in ancient Rome, one in the American West of 1880, and one just some place and time I made up so I could hang men and women on crosses for their tongue baths.
Certainly, he did. Our script says so. Brass to skull produces a convincing thud, followed by an harmonious ringing. On and on they praise him, as I lay motionless, pretending not to hear. Once again, the guards take hold my arms, drag my limp carcass toward the mouth of Scipio, where nearby lays the cross, waiting for me.
"Bind him!" sneers Livilla, and her guards sprawl me atop the wooden t. My arms are stretched as I continue my feigned slumber, each of my wrists roped to the patibulum crossbeam. Nothing is done with my ankles, my heels rest on the floor at either side of the stipes. Livilla's trick, perfected with me as her experimental subject, her clever design coming into play once I become vertical. But for now, "Come, ladies," she invites. "We must torment him before his real torture can begin."
Torment, torture, my cue for responding to tongues. I awaken, look to my left and right where ropes bind wrists. I raise my head, observe my chest, my bondage causing its expansion. Two females here, licking me, kissing me on my ribs, my sternum, into my stretched-wide-open arm pits. Beyond them are two more, working my stomach, working my belly. Past them are two more, working my thighs, knees and shins. Guards grasp my ankles, pin them to the floor while stretching my legs, and I groan, I resist, I make attempts to break free. Every muscle is flexed, arms straining, chest rising, belly flattening. I arch my back, growl and grunt in low-toned, masculine sounds of defiance. My exhibition heightens their pleasure. Six females froth at the mouths, their frenzied tongues licking and hungry lips sucking and manipulating hands rubbing me will drive me to madness, drive me to the brink of orgasm, an under-the-loincloth and unattended waste of my seed. But Livilla knows me well. She knows my limits. Knows my nuts are on the verge of ignoring my brain and she shouts, "Enough!"
Get the picture? Gladiator's all riled up and they haven't even raised the cross... yet.
At the end of this three-story book there's an added bonus called Uncle Jasper's Quick Guide to Proper Bedroom Etiquette, a how-to on femdom / hero worship action without all the high-priced equipment.
That's enough of my Jasper McCutcheon ass-kissing for now.
Yours truly,
Jack McCutcheon
First order of business was to make this book, The Crux of It, Erotic Tales of Men on the Cross and the Women Who Put Them There, previously available in print paperback only, into a Kindle offering at Amazon. Three stories totaling approximately 41,000 words tell tales of male crucifixion, the erotic kind, one set in ancient Rome, one in the American West of 1880, and one just some place and time I made up so I could hang men and women on crosses for their tongue baths. Oh, the pain and pleasure of it!
You can see the Kindle version at Amazon HERE The Crux of It
There are text excerpts and audio readings by Jasper himself at the Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com web site HERE
Want another taste? Try this snippet from The Banquet, and read of a retired Roman gladiator who knows how to entertain his master's guests.
With a violent yank of my arms I break free the grasps of my guards. I charge toward the tables where terrified and clueless guests scramble to escape my path. My eyes are wild with madness, the look of a killer. My fists are clenched, muscles flexed, as I kick a table and send all of its contents flying through the air. I move to another, kicking and screaming, but as I streak toward my third targeted table, the goblet of Tacitus conks the back of my head. I stop in my tracks. I wobble, and I fall to the floor face down and unconscious.
"Tacitus! Tacitus! Hail, the mighty Tacitus!" they exhalt. "You saved us all from certain death."
Certainly, he did. Our script says so. Brass to skull produces a convincing thud, followed by an harmonious ringing. On and on they praise him, as I lay motionless, pretending not to hear. Once again, the guards take hold my arms, drag my limp carcass toward the mouth of Scipio, where nearby lays the cross, waiting for me.
"Bind him!" sneers Livilla, and her guards sprawl me atop the wooden t. My arms are stretched as I continue my feigned slumber, each of my wrists roped to the patibulum crossbeam. Nothing is done with my ankles, my heels rest on the floor at either side of the stipes. Livilla's trick, perfected with me as her experimental subject, her clever design coming into play once I become vertical. But for now, "Come, ladies," she invites. "We must torment him before his real torture can begin."
Torment, torture, my cue for responding to tongues. I awaken, look to my left and right where ropes bind wrists. I raise my head, observe my chest, my bondage causing its expansion. Two females here, licking me, kissing me on my ribs, my sternum, into my stretched-wide-open arm pits. Beyond them are two more, working my stomach, working my belly. Past them are two more, working my thighs, knees and shins. Guards grasp my ankles, pin them to the floor while stretching my legs, and I groan, I resist, I make attempts to break free. Every muscle is flexed, arms straining, chest rising, belly flattening. I arch my back, growl and grunt in low-toned, masculine sounds of defiance. My exhibition heightens their pleasure. Six females froth at the mouths, their frenzied tongues licking and hungry lips sucking and manipulating hands rubbing me will drive me to madness, drive me to the brink of orgasm, an under-the-loincloth and unattended waste of my seed. But Livilla knows me well. She knows my limits. Knows my nuts are on the verge of ignoring my brain and she shouts, "Enough!"
Get the picture? Gladiator's all riled up and they haven't even raised the cross... yet.
At the end of this three-story book there's an added bonus called Uncle Jasper's Quick Guide to Proper Bedroom Etiquette, a how-to on femdom / hero worship action without all the high-priced equipment.
That's enough of my Jasper McCutcheon ass-kissing for now.
Yours truly,
Jack McCutcheon
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
National Leather Association
WINNERS ANNOUNCED FOR NLA-I WRITING AWARDS
Because SM-BD excites Jardonn and Jasper, and because one of our frothing authors, James Buchanan, got a nod from this high-profile organization, I'm spreading the news.
(Columbus, OH) -- National Leather Association: International, a leading organization for activists in the pansexual leather community, announced the 2009 winners of its annual awards for excellence in SM/leather/fetish writing at its Annual General Meeting at Tribal Fire in Oklahoma City, OK on 2 May 2010.
The winner of the Cynthia Slater Non-fiction Article Award is Gloria Brame, "Transformation and Transcendence in BDSM," which appeared in *Filthy Gorgeous Things, *July 2009, the "Force" issue (available at: http://filthygorgeousthings.com/) in which Brame presented fresh insights on an old topic. Jeff Mann's "How to be a Country Leather Bear," which appeared in Richard Labonté and Lawrence Schimel (eds.), *Second Person Queer: Who You Are (So Far),* published by* *Arsenal Pulp Press, received the honorable mention.
The winner of the Geoff Mains Non-fiction Book Award is *Ask the Man Who Owns Him: The Real Lives of Gay Masters and slaves *(Perfectbound Press), in which david stein and collaborator David Schachter explore Master/slave relationships through the experiences of several successful couples. The honorable mention went to The Two Knotty Boys for *Two Knotty Boys Back on the Ropes* (Green Candy), a superb follow-up to their previous book on rope bondage, *Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes* (Green Candy, 2006).
The winner of the Pauline Reage Novel Award is Claire Thompson for *Submission Times Two *(Romance Unbound), which chronicles the search by two submissive men for a shared master and the three-way relationship that ensues.
The honorable mention went to James Buchanan for *Hard Fall *(MLR Press),* *which explores a man's struggle to reconcile his religious faith with his sexual identity and interest in SM activities while he investigates a mysterious death.
The winner of the Anthology Award is *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales* (Circlet Press)*,* a superb collection of stories assembled by editors Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels. Each story revisits an old fairy tale and retells it with a dark, erotic twist. The honorable mention went to Rachel Kramer Bussel for *Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories* (Cleis Press), a diverse collection of twenty stories that approach spanking from every conceivable angle.
The winner of the John Preston Short Fiction Award is Kieran Wyn Dewhurst for "The Last Mistress of the Chatelaine," which appeared in Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels (eds.), *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales*(Circlet Press). A dark, erotic story like the others in the collection, it presents a delightful twist in a hot, engaging SM story. The honorable mention went to Jack Fritscher's "Goodbye Saigon," a great tale of rough trade that appeared in Phillip Mackenzie, Jr. (ed.), *Special Forces: Gay
Military Erotica* (Cleis Press).
Nominations for the 2010 awards will open later this year.
Congratulations to all the authors, and particularly to James Buchanan.
Because SM-BD excites Jardonn and Jasper, and because one of our frothing authors, James Buchanan, got a nod from this high-profile organization, I'm spreading the news.
(Columbus, OH) -- National Leather Association: International, a leading organization for activists in the pansexual leather community, announced the 2009 winners of its annual awards for excellence in SM/leather/fetish writing at its Annual General Meeting at Tribal Fire in Oklahoma City, OK on 2 May 2010.
The winner of the Cynthia Slater Non-fiction Article Award is Gloria Brame, "Transformation and Transcendence in BDSM," which appeared in *Filthy Gorgeous Things, *July 2009, the "Force" issue (available at: http://filthygorgeousthings.com/) in which Brame presented fresh insights on an old topic. Jeff Mann's "How to be a Country Leather Bear," which appeared in Richard Labonté and Lawrence Schimel (eds.), *Second Person Queer: Who You Are (So Far),* published by* *Arsenal Pulp Press, received the honorable mention.
The winner of the Geoff Mains Non-fiction Book Award is *Ask the Man Who Owns Him: The Real Lives of Gay Masters and slaves *(Perfectbound Press), in which david stein and collaborator David Schachter explore Master/slave relationships through the experiences of several successful couples. The honorable mention went to The Two Knotty Boys for *Two Knotty Boys Back on the Ropes* (Green Candy), a superb follow-up to their previous book on rope bondage, *Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes* (Green Candy, 2006).
The winner of the Pauline Reage Novel Award is Claire Thompson for *Submission Times Two *(Romance Unbound), which chronicles the search by two submissive men for a shared master and the three-way relationship that ensues.
The winner of the Anthology Award is *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales* (Circlet Press)*,* a superb collection of stories assembled by editors Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels. Each story revisits an old fairy tale and retells it with a dark, erotic twist. The honorable mention went to Rachel Kramer Bussel for *Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories* (Cleis Press), a diverse collection of twenty stories that approach spanking from every conceivable angle.
The winner of the John Preston Short Fiction Award is Kieran Wyn Dewhurst for "The Last Mistress of the Chatelaine," which appeared in Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels (eds.), *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales*(Circlet Press). A dark, erotic story like the others in the collection, it presents a delightful twist in a hot, engaging SM story. The honorable mention went to Jack Fritscher's "Goodbye Saigon," a great tale of rough trade that appeared in Phillip Mackenzie, Jr. (ed.), *Special Forces: Gay
Military Erotica* (Cleis Press).
Nominations for the 2010 awards will open later this year.
Congratulations to all the authors, and particularly to James Buchanan.
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