Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 17:07:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: "( )" <siktici@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Bath, Bed, Beyond:  Beyond Part I:  The Singularity Remembered

Bath, Bed, Beyond (No Relation to the Chain of Famous Stores) -- Beyond
Part I: The Singularity Remembered

Siktici Copyright 2004

Author's Note: The term "singularity" is defined in this story as a
convergence of mind, body, and sexuality. In deference to any group who
view the term as misused based on its metaphysical (and/or technological)
definition, I invoke literary license.

The boy must submit to me without losing The Need. It is The Need that
bonds man to man and bounds slave to master; it is the hyphen that lies
between S and M; and it is The Singularity comprising like minds, hearts,
and bodies.

Rubbing the boy's warm flesh, Gary thought of his introduction to The
Singularity and remembered lying goose-bumped and vulnerable in front of
Marty, a man Gary met through a failed robbery.

Under no circumstances would Gary have considered robbing anyone under a
bright California sun, but "Tina" had turned her back on him when he
ran out of money. Withdrawals and desperation sat on both shoulders;
reason abandoned him; and well into the second week, in the city by the
bay, Gary had been dining in the finest dumpsters. So, when Marty
stepped from a store on Market Street, Gary followed.

The robbery only brought to Gary's mind stray memories, but the care and
kindness Marty showed him played in his mind as if he were watching a
movie. He remembered Marty's coaxing him into handcuffs with the
promise of a big payoff after, but Marty left him handcuffed to the bed
to sweat out that bitch, Tina. And all through the maddening pain and
through Gary's hollow threats, Marty kept close watch.

Gary was finally rid of Tina, and Marty began to mentor through a natural
course of events. It was simply a matter of experience: Gary hadn't
reached his twenty-third birthday and Marty had left his thirty-fourth,
so the mentoring came subtly with increased tasks of trust: post a
letter, do some shopping, get the car serviced.

The two men also had conversations about life. Marty shared his life in
a self-deprecating way and listened to Gary share his. However, Marty
showed no signs of disapproval to Gary's past behavior, nor did he give
outward suggestions of improvement. Such subtle mentoring also came
through Marty's modeling: deferring gratification, attaining a personal
vision of the world, and learning his limitations.

Time past, their life together evolved, and their sexual exploits
increased only from Gary's inquiry, a strategy Marty had employed from
the onset. The failed robbery had been a lesson. Had Gary looked
closer, he would have noticed a chain leading from the leather wallet to
a loop on Marty's trousers. And had Gary known Marty was a sensei, he
wouldn't have eaten concrete, bloodied his lip, and created a spectacle.

Gary became insatiable for sex that involved every fringe and fetish.
Yet, when Gary asked about The Singularity, their relationship changed,
Marty changed, and Gary didn't quite understand.

"Why are you having such a problem with this?" Gary asked.

"It's simple," Marty began. "Up to now you've been experimenting,
and I didn't want to interfere with that," he said and rubbed his hands
together, "but now you're asking about something that is very important
to me." Marty fell silent. Gary could see the struggle in his eyes.

"Marty, you know I love you," Gary said, looking at his feet. Even
after hearing how freely Marty said it, he always felt awkward saying the
words. "And you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Marty said. "You've had plenty of opportunities."
Then his smile faded. "But here's something you need to know," he said
and took a deep breath. "When you truly love someone, yes, you show
them, but you also tell them--often. Hearing the words makes everything
clear, because if truth is in the words, love will be felt and
understood."

Gary remained silent, but he understood. Each time Marty said `I love
you' in the course of the day or in the throws of lust, Gary felt each
word. Silence hung heavy, but Marty didn't want to break it. He had to
let Gary arrive at the question he had been waiting to hear since the
first day of their meeting.

Gary slowly raised his head, his eyes glistening with tears, and asked,
"So are you sending me away?"

Marty's eyes instantly filled with tears as he walked over to sit beside
Gary. "I couldn't if I wanted to," he said, brought Gary's face into
his large hands, and tenderly kissed him. Marty looked into the eyes of
a man who had experienced much pain, pain he still didn't understand.
But behind that pain was a need to connect, to bond to something
concrete, something worthwhile. There was something behind the soulful,
sad, and weary eyes. "Yes, something I can connect to, something to
work with," Marty thought. "I couldn't send you away, Gary, because I
love you more than you realize."

As Marty leaned away, Gary held him closer while more tears fell from his
eyes. Blurred through teary vision and with trembling lips he said, "I
love you, Marty."

Marty stood Gary into a powerful embrace. Swells of emotion came in
waves to both men, and through their tears and kisses, they both felt the
truth in their souls. Marty looked into Gary's eyes, saw what he had
heard, and smiled like the sun breaking through clouds. "We have some
serious talking to do," he said.

Over a series of weeks, Marty talked about bonding and the need to
connect. He patiently explained an idea forged many years ago, thanks to
a group of men he met with at least twice a month.

"That's the mason meeting you told me about," Gary said.

"Well, that was a lie, but I didn't think you were ready to know about
the meetings," Marty explained and passed a joint to Gary.

"So, exactly what type of group is it?" Gary asked.

"We are a group of men who follow a stream of consciousness called The
Singularity. Have you heard of it?" Marty asked.

"I don't think so," Gary said.

"Several years ago, I met a trick who turned out to be a really
interesting guy", Marty explained. "He made it clear that he wanted to
be fisted. When I slid my hand in his ass, he starts chanting."

Gary passed the joint back and moved to the edge of the stuffed chair.
"I have wanted to try fisting," he said, "but it looks pretty
painful."

"It really isn't as painful as it looks," Marty explained. "It's
all up here," he said touching his temple. "We can try if you want."

"I want to hear more about the guy," Gary said.

"The guy said chanting helped him enter The Singularity." Marty
laughed at seeing Gary's puzzled expression before adding, "Yeah, I
looked the same way when the guy explained it to me. He said everything
I needed to know would be explained in The Singularity."

"So, all you had to do was chant to enter it?" Gary asked.

"No, I had to get fisted. I attended their meeting, which was a small
ritual. It started with the same chanting I'd heard from the trick, "
Marty said.

Marty explained that every man in the group had a long gray beard, but
they all had slim, very muscular bodies--some smooth, some hairy. They
all wore tunics with red ropes tied around their waists. Their feet were
bare, save for a small bracelet of cymbals, either on the right or left
foot. And when they removed the tunics, Marty noticed that every man had
a cock shaped like the horn of a rhino. Each cock head held a large
Prince Albert where a thinner, red rope looped through the Prince Albert
and fasten behind the men's waists. The men stood by slings in two rows
of six.

"You must leave; it is a time for members." The trick Marty had fisted
now sat beside him in the dim meeting hall. The man leaned so close
Marty that he could feel the man's soft beard.

"My friend," he began. "Your interest in The Singularity encourages
us that others should want to experience it. I presented you to the
elder. Approval of your application depends on your successful
initiation."

"Initiation? What sort of initiation?" Marty asked.

"All applicants must try to enter The Singularity. If you succeed, you
become a member; if you fail, we bind you to secrecy with an invitation
to reapply in a year. Is taking the journey agreeable to you?" The man
asked.

Marty closed his mind to the memory and traveled back to the present. He
sat on the arm of the stuffed chair and passed the joint back and forth
to Gary until they both slid into a glossy calm.

The tokes of pot were starting to play with Gary's mind. Light bent and
softened, while thoughts streamed from his unconscious to tickle him with
notions--some viable, others down right silly. But he came to understand
that the purpose of pot WAS to bend the world, to encourage silliness,
and to free the mind of worry and tension.

"But you didn't finish the story," Gary said in a drowsy tone. He
looked at the serious face of Marty and saw the truth there, and the
words fell effortlessly from his lips, "I love you, Marty."

The night ended in luxurious and titillating ass play. The pot gave Gary
a sense of comfort and coziness. Legs secured to stirrups and hands
secured over his head, Gary listen to Marty's chant and drifted in
relaxation. The cool leather of the examination table against his skin
and the slow movement of Marty's efforts sent him into quivers and
quakes.

With slow circles that spiral outward from Gary's winking hole, Marty
tickled, patted, and traced Gary's asslips, before sliding an index
finger into Gary's expanding and contracting ring. Each expansion sent
ripples along Gary's body, as if he were a pond into which Marty threw
pebbles.

Occasionally, Marty encouraged the lips with his tongue by flicking their
lengths and by lapping at them. Spreading Gary's ass, he speared deeper
and deeper until reaching the inner ring, which widened into a small oval
of delicate pinkness.

"Oh, fuck," escaped Gary's lips.

As Marty resumed sliding his index finger back and forth, he whispered,
"Profanity is the language of lust, but proof of lust lies in what your
body says."

Gary didn't answer; he didn't know how. He just took a deep breath
into the sensual feel of the finger moving in and out of his asshole.
And he thought he heard music and realized that the sound was coming from
Marty.

The melody was low and hypnotic. The slow rise and fall of the words and
repeated phrases caused Gary to fall into the rhythm. It seemed so
natural for Gary to close his eyes and listen to the lilting melody. In
doing so, he hadn't realized that Marty not only had surpassed one
finger, he had slid his hand up to the point where the thumb joined.

"Hit this," Marty said and handed the brown bottle to Gary.

At the first intake, Gary watched Marty's face melt and his horizon
tilt. For a few seconds, silence flooded his ears and warmth flowed the
length of his body.

"Hit it again, Gary," Marty said and continued the motion, then Gary
started to feel the pressure of a dildo expanding his ass. The fullness
of it was...

A punch just above his cock pushed air from his lungs, sensations raced
to his cock that suddenly grew harder than he remembered. It flapped
against his stomach and squirted a small puddle of come. Fullness
expanded his body, every cell seemed to riot, and as quickly as the punch
came, it left.

"Feed that big fuckin' dildo to me!" Gary demanded.

Marty ran his free hand up and down Gary's stomach, pushed away his hand
from the bullish horn that was Gary's cock, and throated the horn to its
base. The move brought more squirts from Gary who fell back to the
examination table and spread his ass out even farther. Marty continued
to suck Gary's creamy come until the eruption subsided.

The fullness in his body had now turned to a bolus of intense pain,
pleasure, and heated lust. The ball of energy pulled excitation from
every pore, and as Gary lingered in the fullness and the momentary calm,
he opened his eyes to see Marty stand stiffly erect, to see sweat trickle
down Marty's hairy body, and to see Marty shut his eyes, craned to the
ceiling, and pass his sweet chant into the darkness.

Again, Gary felt a punch to the space of above his cock, but this time he
didn't strain against it. Letting his body go limp, he felt the dildo
move deeper. It moved past channels, spelunk-ed caverns, and cornered
crevices. The heat and power of the bolus caused Gary to spasm and
clench, and caused him to straddle decision: push the intruder out or
encourage it farther. Marty made the decision for him, causing Gary's
ass to expand: expansion seemed the natural thing to do.

When Marty pushed through an especially deep channel, Gary saw a
kaleidoscope of color approach his mind's eye. His body attempted
translation but it found none. The intensity and his acceptance of the
intruder moved him into a space between consciousness and
unconsciousness. Suddenly, a cry of ecstasy and agony burst from his
lips; his feet pushed into the stirrups as he if he were gunning an
engine; and his eyes flew open and shut.

"Tell me what you see, Gary. Tell me what you feel?" Marty commanded.

"I see a cloud . . . no a pinwheel . . . yeah, a pinwheel . . . oh the
sweet, the sweet . . . PAIN!"

"Breathe. Listen to my voice," Marty said and began the chant.
"Listen to my song . . . listen to the flow . . . floating on a cloud .
. . listen . . . listen. The melody continued but the words became
indistinct, ancient words, magical words that somehow calmed the swell of
tremendous aching Gary felt.

"What do you see, boy?" Marty asked.

Gary saw at the pinwheel's center an infinite number of smaller
pinwheels. He passed beyond them to the darkness behind, where a bigger
pinwheel of stars floated slowly and soundlessly toward him. When the
first arm of the spiral arrived, Gary heard a swarm of bees, but as the
swarm rapidly neared, he saw bald and bearded men, with eyes closed,
mouthing a chant. Swarm after swarm whirred past, their chants bent into
bee song.

The speed of the pinwheel increased; the chanting men changed to points
of light; and they changed to distended rays as the pinwheel moved away.
And Gary watched behind tightly closed eyes, his body trembling, until he
could stand the sensations no longer.

Another shot of pain contorted his face, causing him to lift his pelvis
from the table, and as he did, he realized that something much more
substantial than a dildo was moving through him. Marty had been pushing
his hand into Gary. More astonishing to Gary was the depth Marty had
achieved, for Marty stood between Gary's legs with his hand submerged to
the forearm.

"Understand now, boy?" Marty asked and slowly move his hand about in
Gary's expanding hole.

"Yes---oh God, Yes, Sir," came from Gary as an aching like nothing he
had every experienced caused him to arch farther. Marty made small
circles and gently punch fucked Gary between the boluses of pleasure
rocketing from the depths of Gary's ass.

"You are experiencing The Singularity, in which all things are
created," Marty sang in that hypnotic chant and pushed farther into
Gary's ass. "You have seen your Perfect Self."

Another chamber opened to his exploring hand, as he slid pass Gary's hot
flesh to rest it in the confined space. "Keep in your mind's eye what
resides in The Singularity. For all who glimpse The Singularity are
changed forever," Marty said ending the chant.

And as soon as he did, The Singularity rushed toward Gary, expanded its
center, and showed its contents. Gary saw images of all things and
people he ever wanted, truly wanted, but the biggest figure that stood
out for him was an image of himself, in full leather, in chaps and
harness, a collar around his neck. Light radiated from the edges of his
body and his eyes shone light stars. The smile that held his face spread
wide as if he wanted for nothing, because standing with him was Marty,
who was dressed identical to Gary except for the policeman's cap he
wore. Within the same long, gray beard as the men in the tunics, Marty
showed large, straight teeth in the same satisfied grin as Gary.

Another bolus of pain shot through Gary bowels and forced The Singularity
to drift backwards, while another bolus increased its speed, and another,
and another and...

The spiral, the pinwheel, whatever it was, Gary thought, flashed in
Gary's mind one last time with the most intense ache he had felt so far,
but the sudden fullness slowly decreased. He felt very empty, yet still
highly excited. The hypersensitivity of his adjusting ass caused him to
laugh and to cry. Eruptions of piss alternated with those of come as
waves of pleasure continued to pass through him. But he felt no
embarrassment; expelling liquids, farting away capacity, and shuddering
through excitation seemed natural, shameless acts.

"That's it, boy, let it happen; let your body react to the journey; let
it bring you home," Marty instructed with the melodic hypnosis of the
chant. These weren't the necessary instructions one might overhear
during the trip home from K or X. This trip, however, rivaled anything
created on a Bunsen burner, and the added benefit: it happened with a
simple chant.

These were the last thoughts drifting through Gary's mind as his eyes
fluttered open.

"Welcome back," Marty said.

Gary smiled and reached for him.

"Not just yet," Marty said. "You have to come back, fully, and I
don't want to interrupt that."

Gary looked puzzled.

"Breathe," Marty said. "Close your eyes and try to remember what you
saw."

Gary closed his eyes and heard Marty began the familiar chant. Again, he
saw the spiral, and his hole instantly stretched as if he had Marty's
hand back in. His body convulsed, but he heard Marty's instructions.

"Keep your eyes closed, breathe, and let it wash over you. Don't be
afraid of it, but you must look at it."

Gary began to breathe as the spiral returned to fling a leading arm over
him; the chanting men riding its arms reappeared; and a sensation of
falling overtook him.

"Breathe," Marty said. Breathe, boy!" The command did the trick.
Gary's body started to rise, as if he were a helium balloon. In his
mind, however, he never seemed to reach the spiral. Then finally he saw
it.

In the middle of the spiral stood a figure, too far away for Gary to see,
plus the light was too bright. And as the image grew closer, Gary saw
himself as one of the hairless men, bald, with a long gray beard. With
eyes closed the image in the spiral chanted the ancient words, words that
Gary suddenly understood, and as soon as he nodded understanding to the
figure, it nodded back and the spiral sped away.

A chilling sensation occurred at the moment the spiral sped away. Gary
could only describe it as walking naked through a glacial cave. Before
it happened, however, he did experience overwhelming joy and utter
happiness. Gary slowly opened his eyes to find Marty smiling.

"Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I do," Gary said, blinking away tears that had been streaming
from his eyes. "It was so beautiful, so bright, so..."

"Yes, you are," Marty said. "Now you have everything you need to make
decisions."

The last remarks hadn't reached Gary because a few aftershocks were
moving through his body. With a bout of chuckles, tears flowed from his
eyes.

"It's normal," Marty said to Gary's confused expression when more
chuckles escaped him. "Your feelings have been set free. Just breathe.

"I know what to do now," Gary finally said. "I know what I must learn
as your...as your slave. I must trust that you will not let any harm come
to me, and that you will discipline me when I violate The Perfect
Knowledge of The Singularity."

Regal in speech, crisp in concision, Gary spoke the words in truth and
understanding, an understanding that Marty knew could only come from a
journey to The Singularity.