Porn War

If this was Marty’s doing, I’d have to give him props as a consummate showman. Even I didn’t know for sure what session I was to be impaneled on. The invitation to speak had suggested that I talk about the rules of BDSM in writing, which I found to be laughable. There were no definitive rules for BDSM in either doing it or writing about it, I believed, after having picked up writing it upon Brent’s demise. There were, of course, clubs of it with rules of their own, but I had found that there was a whole range of application of the genre in both practice and stories and that a varying readership could be counted on for falling into this range.

My own BDSM writing thus far had been a toned-down version of Brent’s and more heavily geared to bondage and milder toys and full enjoyment by all concerned. I would be the first to admit that I had little personal experience in the heavier BDSM arena and would be writing Romance myself—which only added to my resentment of Niles James dominating that aspect of the gay male market—if given the choice. I did enjoy a rough kind of sex, though, and I had been taking Jasper’s work more in that direction. The fans of Jasper hadn’t seemed to be complaining about that, at least yet—that I knew of.

Brent had not practiced BDSM techniques with me—well, beyond some of the tying up practices. By the time we met, he had softened and was actually quite romantic with me in our love-making.