Stitched throughout Nathan's prose is his profound sensitivity to the human condition which can take your breath away when you come upon it. For example, in the story about the slave master getting his nuts taken instead of the thirteen year old's, Nathan has the thirteen year old cum on the guy's inner theigh before losing his nuts. Such passion. That had special meaning for both of them. In the story about the black kid, strapped in for his gelding, with his sac of nuts swinging underneath him, surrounded by a crowd of white folks and his girl friend, with his innocent black face searching for help, with his young mellon black butt streatched apart, Nathan "allows" his hand to lay inside the kid's butt cheek and to place a finger on his asshole. Such compassion. Imagine the sense of appreciation, of well being, that that simple yet profound jester soothed the kid in his moment of desparation. And, certainly, one of the most horrifying episodes in the entire archieve, when that woman who operated a theatre on the outskirts of Ayzintion would buy up real cheap left over teen slave boys at the end of the day, she'd line them up on stage, face up, legs fixed and spread with plump cocks and balls dangling free, and with a packed crowd who were there to watch the teens geldings, she'd stuff the cut sac of one into the mouth of the next for his gag. What a sensation for that kid, the feel of the other kid's warm sac in his mouth, the taste, before being next. A pure Nathan situation.

Indeed, herein today's story, Nathan portrays the special attributes of a cutter, "squeezing his balls as he works his sac (with the knife) . . . the cutter is good a making it hurt." In a word, Nathan doubles the actuality of the guy's pain in the cutter's hand. Stupendous syntax.

Nathan's human compassion is further illuminated in an episode from his famous Ayzintion City, Harvest Festival when this young teenage son, thirteen years old, at a restuarant that specializes in young teenage balls for dinner, goes to pick out his choice of balls from a line up young slendor smooth teenage slaves his own age.

As he walks in amongst them, his father overhears him talking to the naked slave boys, "Spread those legs boy . ..I want to see your sac . .. don't hide it from me ... I'm hungry....show me your scrotum ... squeeze it, let me see your balls."

Herein, Nathan epitomizes the plight of the young slave, ashamed to be naked in public in the first place, having to withstand young boys and girls looking at and commenting on their bodies, and then, after all that, to be lined up at a restuarant where they have to show people, display to anyone who asked their own precious balls for them to select them for dinner, to be gleded right there in front of the table where the guests sit watching them, to have to help them see their cock and balls, to show them off their own balls, is the height of human indignity, the consummate insult of a boys pride, that Nathan captures for us in that dialogue as no other author has.

While I appreciated the comments, and enjoyed seeing some of my stories mentioned by a reader, I cannot quite agree that its "compassion" I'm writing about. I try to protray realism, to make the stories believable, or at least feasible, and I try to bring out the human element in my characters.

Sometimes I address good and evil, and sometimes I address punishments fitting a crime. No matter what the story, if I do it right then you can feel it, as you read it, and if I'm really lucky I can even make you hard. No matter if its feeling sad for the one being nutted or excited for the one wielding the knife, if I make it 'real' enough, then you too, in your mind, become a part of the imaginary world and for the moment find yourself THERE, watching with the crowd. I try to use women and men, and I try to modify the ages of my characters to appeal to the wide readership of the archive.

But as for compassion, no....its not really a criteria I'm using. I usually weave in humiliation in there somewhere (being laughed at while being unmanned) and the I try and throw in a few lurid sex scenes to keep the thing erotic and readable.

As for the story mentioned by the reader about "....

sheraton1 (imported) wrote: Wed Oct 20, 2004 2:35 am the black kid, strapped in for his gelding, with his sac of nuts swinging underneath him, surrounded by a crowd of white folks

".... well, I just don't remember it. Normally, I don't write with the race card out in my stories, as it doesnt matter to me personally if someone is black or white, or tall or short. I just don't care, and don't see people by the color of their skin. That said, I wouldn't necessarily leave someone out because of their race either. Maybe I'll do a story with the race card just to see if I can....

By the way, I do appreciate the people that write. If you are a lurker, who reads the storys but is afraid to write, I encourage you to take the chance and send out an email into the eithernet. I'll read anything you write, and enjoy your comments, pro and con. They are all interesting for me, and I'll answer your note, unless you ask me not too. I never keep an address, and I could care less who you are. Anyway, if you guys let me know where your interests lie, it might help me to decide where to direct my next writing efforts. The Az series has been hit pretty hard, the Fight Club was fun, the Gangs series was a little deep for me, and the Fucking Tables saga was covered pretty well. I never know what I'll do next...it just has to "cum" to me.

-Nathan