Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical genderimage depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of slightly above-average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that the typical-male genderimage is useful to him, and he expects on some wordless level for it to do well by him if he draws on it to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you, I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."

Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical genderimage depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of slightly above-average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that the typical-male genderimage is useful to him, and he expects on some wordless level for it to do well by him if he draws on it to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, but as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you, I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."

Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical genderimage depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of at least average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that the typical-male genderimage is useful to him, and he expects on some wordless level for it to do well by him if he draws on it to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, but as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you, I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."

Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical genderimage depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of at least average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that the typical-male genderimage is useful to him, and he wordlessly autoexpects for it to do well by him if he draws on it to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, but as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you, I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."

Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical genderimage depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of at least average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that the typical-male genderimage is useful to him, and he wordlessly autoexpects for it to do well by him if he draws on it to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, but as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you.  I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that, and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."

Keltham clamps down on an impulse to pull back his hand like it was burned; something is escalating too far and too fast.

Naturally Keltham has been, at one point in his life, told Very Seriously that men are also allowed to decide that something sexual is escalating too quickly for their comfort, even if that's not the typical gendertrope depicted for the male sex in books and movies.  And to this, Keltham had replied that he was in fact a quite archetypal male who would never have need of that advice.  But because Keltham had also been possessed of at least average intelligence, imagination, and reflection, Keltham had added, after another moment's thought, that this might not be true if there were secret levels of sexual escalation he was having difficulty imagining.  And this, of course, the Watcher had neither confirmed nor denied.

Courage, Keltham thinks to himself, and keeps his hand where it is.  He is typical-male enough that typical-male gendertropes are useful to him, and he wordlessly autoexpects for it to do well by him if he draws on that to not look hesitant in front of a sex partner.

"There's something there I want," he says, "but it's deep and it's complicated and even though you obviously already know what it is, I'm not going to understand it right away and I don't want to stop while you explain it to me.  I do know I want to - be to you as I would be to a sex worker whose time I'd bought - only, not like that, but as if she'd just given it to me - the ability to do what I want with you - I don't want to trade pleasures with you.  I want to force pleasure out of you and hurt you while I do that, and then hurt you again while you pleasure me in turn."