The Vision of contortionists
1.
Vladimir the contortionist was not one to play it safe. he spent years of work, stretching his limbs in all kinds of weird directions. his legs and arms bent way behind what would normally be a torture or a subsequent visit to the ER. it could be that his bones and cartilage and tendons were made different. held together with much greater tolerance for torsion and compression. indeed, he could bend his index finger sideways. he showed me this wonder of osteo-acrobatics and i had the immediate urge to clench my fists in sympathetic pain. he said he feels no pain like that.
he made money doing shows . contortionists are usually female, so the novelty of a male contortionist got him a decent living.
secretly though, Vladimir was working towards one of man's great goals; sucking his own cock. with great effort and lengthy, at times dangerous, periods of exercise he approached this summit of all man's desires.
and like the experienced mountain climber, you try to reach the top, because its there.
and he did.
i think some part (or parts?) of his spinal anatomy must have given way, at some point, and Vladimir reached his breakthrough. it wasn't a momentary touch at extremes of stretching. no. it was the acquired ability to bend so far back, that you could comfortably please yourself, giving yourself a full lengthy, gratifying, satisfying, blowjob.
what almost all men are forever denied, that forbidden fruit of self-encirclement that was the luxury of the tempting snake, was now his!
few men in recorded history had reached this apex and lived to tell about it. and he could do it with relative ease, now that his spinal column agreed with his efforts and their obvious prize. all parts of his body shook in excitation and ecstasy as he relieved himself upon himself.
needless to say that he stopped dating after that. why beg, and grovel when you can just bend a bit?
2.
after some time , even the shiniest diamond loses its luster. which actually makes sense. diamonds are remarkably hard, and once they are shaped and polished they may be a wonder. but they need a source of light to cast rays upon them, and without that, they are forever dark and cold.
such was Vladimir's achievement. it was a source of joy and pride, but the euphoria of self gratification wore off somewhat and Vladimir wanted to expand and augment his personal conquest.
he considered showing this to other human beings. but overruled this, mainly in fear that the stigma of such zealousness among his fellow contortionists and patrons would negate whatever benefits and acclaim he would earn.
time passed, and his professional exhibitions were carried out with falling enthusiasm. this if course does not mean that in his performances, he held back or gave his spectators anything less of athletic excellence. it is just that he found the act of these restrained shows, lacking in that hidden triumph, which she dared not show the world.
3.
he occupied his time for a while, trying to contort himself backwards. trying to reach that same summit but from the opposite slope. this proved to be an impossibility. the human back, even that of a uniquely flexible individual can not arch backwards in the same degree of freedom it can do forwards. he reached points in his efforts that were beyond pain and torment. moments where he knew he was risking his life.
it was then that he reached out to me. i knew him many years before, and though our paths separated, we kept in touch over time. he asked for my advice.
being skeptical of all that, i asked him to show to me his great success, and he indeed revealed to me both his ability to bend forward and gratify himself, and his attempts to do the same going backwards. needless to say i was impressed and envious by the former and alarmed and anxious by the latter. i demanded that he do not attempt such a feat again, as that it would without a doubt be his doom.
"but what shall i do with myself?" he asked, in frustration. "i am no longer satisfied with mere carnality, and dare not show this achievement to the public. i also feel no joy on my work, and feel that despite the greater ease in which i now perform my contortions, i feel no sport in them, no challenge. the cheers i now get are empty to me, and i think daily of either retiring, or exposing myself fully. there could be no middle ground." he said this and more.
woe to me, i could not find a way to cheer my friend, or alleviate his ennui. "look " i said "you are talented beyond imagination, a shining star in the art of contortionism. known far and wide. furthermore, have you considered the possibility, that the talents that you have and what they allow you to do, INSPIRE the rest of humanity. we need not see this latest manifestation of your abilities, to be uplifted and moved by these 'lesser' actions. that singular act of self gratification then is not for other people's edification, but as a hidden REWARD for the service you give. seek no further movements that endanger your life nor your career, and live with satisfaction in your heart" so said i, but i knew then that my words are such that they can move the mind superficially, but never permeate in to the core. we parted as friends, and i could not feel but dread, as to the dangers my friend was contemplating upon himself.
4.
Vladimir did not stay idle, and my plea for his safety was not received. oh, he made a fervent attempt at normalcy for a while. his shows gained much appeal and so was his personal life improved, when he met a fellow contortionist called Jocasta. The lovely lady entered into his mostly solitary life. we did one of those three wheel date things and i was impressed by her candor and energy. i guess that with all athletes, the spirit is maintained buoyant upon waves of success, and personal triumph. (would that we all, be floating so..) she exuded warmth and was all smiles. Vladimir informed me that she was well aware of his secret talents. i did not ask, of course, if she was likewise able, but surmised that it played a part in their amorous encounters. but the mention of this, and what it may implied, put somewhat of a damper on the conversation. a fraction of a second, where Jocasta's expression sank, and she lowered her gaze. nevertheless we soon struck up a lighter tone and talked about music and literature. the vagaries of shallow people as we all were.
we parted joyfully, and vowed to meet once more in the near future.
as i was walking home, i could not stop thinking about Jocasta's short loss of composure. perhaps it is my ignoble nature to obsess about things that have naught to do with me, but could not restrain my thoughts. i wondered what were the emotions that were going through her mind.
was it embarrassment? it did not seem like that at the time. Vladimir did not talk of her participation in that trick, nor teased secrets that should have been kept as such. she also made no protests as he told me that she was shown his trick, while she did protest other things.
it could have been the pain of jealousy, of his behavior. it could even be the fact that i was in the know of what she assumed to be an intimate aspect of their relationship.
she left Vladimir a few days later, and as expected, he fell back to his disastrous behaviour.
5.
on a cold November morning, Vladimir got up. after finishing his morning toiletries. He sat down and wrote a letter. it was a farewell letter. he made apologizes to people whom he may have offended, Jocasta most of all. he explained the tensions that ruled his life and were pulling him apart ; his need for greater achievement, his need to demonstrate this success. that he did need to exhibit his talents in their full glory, remarkable as they were, but not for vanity or self aggrandizement but as a need to impress upon others the possible and to encourage others to reach for their dreams.
after penning this letter he set about to a lengthy session of stretching. he worked through every muscle group and invigorated every ligament, joint, bone and tendon in his, and finally, after this hard ordeal he began to measurably bend his back, curving himself farther and farther backwards,
reaching the buttocks, he braced himself for the final push. he resolved that it would be either concluded soon with his ascent of the phallus from this rear , a thing that was never accomplished before, or death by a broken neck. the cheeks of his gluteus maximus were not unfamiliar to him. and indeed, he was not the first to reach those mid-summits. but all that would come after, as he explored further was chartered country in the world of controtionism.
he took a few deep breaths, surging his blood with oxygen, and held his breath somewhat, to give some more tensile strength to his upper torso.
and then with his blood thus invigorated he bent further.
Standing like this on the mat, his back bent, his head was now aligned with his buttocks, he edged himself downward and outward, going slowly . the pain was intense, but he did not relent.
as he looked on, he could see in the distance the shaft of his manhood, a peak that he was nearing.
but then, as he was above his anus, and his eyes lined up with that important orifice, the sphincter muscle opened, like a the opening iris of a camera, the folds of skin turning in concentric directions, and opening widely.
a sight like this was never afforded to any student of physiology or anatomy, and the portal was eerily unnatural.
the iris opened thusly, and Vladimir could peer through the aperture, and see a deep, dark cavern.
and then, to his horror, out of the depth and darkness of the void, bright eyes glinted.
perhaps it was paralysis of fear, or actual spinal damage, that did not allow Vladimir to retreat from this ungodly vision.
one pair of eyes now peered through the darkness at him, the eyes grew in hypnotic intensity. pain and fear washed over Vladimir, as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he saw the approaching feline silhouette. the creatures walked towards him, then accelerated its step to a run.
Vladimir felt his heart stop then, as the large cat jumped out of his anus, causing him to lose his balance and fall. in confusion and terror, he collapsed on the floor.
6.
when Vladimir regained consciousness, he found himself strewn upon the mat, he shuddered in spasms of pain, and for a moment feared that he had finally severed his spine. his anxiety of paralysis subsided as he felt a tingling sensation in his left toe.
"Rise "
he heard a commanding voice, but remained lain on the mat.
the singling sensation turned to sharp piercing pain.
"I SAID RISE!"
the voice commanded. and despite the great torment involved he manged to bring himself to a precarious sitting position. he was in anguish, as his back did not afford him any posture that was free of pain.
but all paled in comparison to the terror of the great carnivore that stood in front of him.
the animal was at once fearsome and breathtaking. Majestic leopard like animal, with dark spits and amorphous rings, it towered over him and glared. but for the pain in his toe, where the feline bit him, he was sure that this was a hallucination.
"I AM THE OCELOT OF THE OF THE INFERNAL BOWELS. WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED MY REST?" demanded the beast angrily.
Sensing the great danger that he was in , Vladimir expressed his obvious ignorance.
“ MY BRETEHERN AND I LIVE IN THE MYSTIC REALM THAT IS ENCIRCLED WITHIN THE BOWLS OF EVERY BEING. WE ARE NOT TO BE GAZED AT AND PEERED. WHEN WE LEAVE OUR LAIR, IT IS ONLY TO HUNT OUR PRAY, YOUR IGNORANCE IS NO EXCUSE . YOU SOUGHT OUT TO VIEW YOUR OWN MANHOOD FROM A PLACE WHERE NO UNSHEILDED EYE MAY NATURALLY SEE. BY THAT YOU ARE NO INNOCENT, BUT A VORACIOUS THRILL SEEKER! AND A VIOLATOR OF OUR PEACE!”
“forgive me , oh great ocelot!” pleaded Vladimir ” I did not know of your hidden realm and would have never presumed-”
“SILENCE!” roared the ocelot of the infernal bowels. “YOUR WORDS ARE LIES! YOU AND YOUR KIND ARE NEVER SATISFIED WITH THE GREATEST TREASURES THAT LIFE OFFERS YOU! YOU MUST HAVE MORE AND MORE, AND HAVE NO END TO YOUR AVARICE, APATITE AND PERVERSION.“ so condemned the furious animal. It growled angrily and bristled it’s rich fur.
“it is true, oh great feline! I have chased the satisfaction of achievement. But not for my sake. It was for the betterment of mankind. I merely hoped that by reaching the summit of my Phallus, from the back side, i would inspire others to great effort and self-sacrifice, and to move my race forward... i ... attempted this feat to bring a benefit to others.”
“YOU LIE! YOU ARE NOT A LEADER OF MEN, YOU DO NOT CRAVE THE EMPOWERMENT OF YOUR FELLOW WRETCHES, BUT ONLY YOUR FLEETING EXCESSIVE JOYS! AND AS THAT THESE JOYS ARE EXCESSIVE THEY ARE NEVER FULFILLED .”
“then why must i be so motivated, to bring myself to great harm and danger, only for the merest joyful spurt , only to be then left, cast down and sad? It must have a greater meaning! It must have a value that is not the euphoric tincture of the moment!” protested the pained contortionist.
“IT IS NOT MEANING THAT YOU SEEK, NOR INSPIRATION TO OTHERS. THAT IS YOUR IGNORANCE OF THE SELF. ALL YOU DO IS TO GRATIFY YOUR PHYSICALITY WITH GREAT PAINS AND SHORT LIVED REWARDS, ALL THE WHILE YOU BRING YOURSELF TO GREATER AND GREATER PERIL. IT THE PERIL THAT YOU SEEK THE EPHEMERAL PLEASURES AND DELIGHTS THAT YOUR PRESENT YOURSELF WITH ARE ONLY A SIDE EFFECT OF YOUR DEEPER DESIRE…”
“which is?”
“TO DIE. YOU WISH TO FIND YOUR END. ALL LIFE IS A CHASE TOWARDS THE FINAL SUCCESS THAT YOU SO SEEK, WHICH WOULD BE YOUR DEATH!”
“perhaps you are right. Oh, wise ocelot. Then perhaps in this you may assist me? Will you take my life? perhaps you and your kin may find comfort and restitution in devouring my flesh?”
“AH.. THAT WOULD BE TEMPTING, BUT I SEE A GREATER PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR REKLESS INTRUSION. I WILL SPARE YOUR WRETCHED LIFE, AND IN RETURN CURSE YOU TO NEVER DRAW PLEASURE FROM YOUR OWN STIMULATION. YOU WILL LIVE YOUR LIFE THE SLAVE OF OTHERS, WHOSE MINISTRATIONS YOU WILL REQUIRE TO FEEL JOY ONCE MORE. “ so said the feline “AND THEN ONE DAY, YOUR DEATH WILL COME. IT WILL NOT BRING YOU PLEASURE NOR UNDERSTANDING. IT WILL JUST END YOUR EXISTENCE. THAT IS THE MEANINGLESS LIFE YOU ARE GIVEN AND CURSED WITH AND SHALL NEVER RECOVER FROM. I SHALL AWAY. YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN. “ growled the ocelot and jumped back into whence it came. The sensation was of intense , unparalleled anguish. He screamed in his pain and fainted.
7.
When Vladimir next awoke, the room was dark. Outside he could hear the traffic, of a police car speeding , it’s pitch changing as it passed.
His eyes grew accustomed to the shadows and he was assisted by the light of neon outside.
He felt pain throughout his body. A merciless throb. It was not the same sensation that he was accustomed to, in his daily efforts . simply put he felt that something was WRONG.
With great effort, he rose and walked to his bed. The pain followed him with every step . he took a pain killer and tried to massage his aching , protesting body.
The next day, he felt that some of the pain subsided. He had not eaten anything the whole day before , and felt hunger and thirst. He made his way cautiously to the kitchen and broke his fast on hot cereal and an egg. Sitting there upon the chair he felt the pain grow as he struggled to retain an erect posture. Slouching upon the table offered no relief, as that he felt the arch of his back pulled down by his inner weight. He suffered through the meal and returned to his bed, with more pain killers.
Days passed and the pain, grew dull, but not receded altogether. A visit to the doctor revealed that he had accumulated damage to his disks and vertebrae, anti-inflammatory medicines were prescribed and their relief was noticeable. But his back , he now realized was forever injured. He would not be able to perform his contortions to the masses of his devotees and more grievous to him , he was forever deprived of the ability to gratify himself. It was a humbling further proof to him that the ocelot was truthful and precise in his analysis.
8.
I met Vladimir again, a few weeks later. Being in his confidence, he revealed to me all that transpired, his pivotal meeting with the ocelot, and the subsequent difficulties that he was facing.
After I overcame my skepticism , and having come round to believing the amazing, yes tragic event, I felt great pity and concern for my friend. Sympathy is such, that when you know deeply the anguish of another person, you soon feel it too. I was deeply moved by his story and tried to offer him comfort. The pain with which he was struggling with shall vanish, I encouraged him. And the loss of his abilities were not the setbacks that he perceived. I explained that even without the ocelot, sooner or later, age would have caught up to him, and he would have eventually had to relinquish his lustrous career as a performance artist. As for his excursions ,I conveyed my sorrow for his loss, and yet expressed my continued envy that at least he had a chance to experience things that few indeed could ever have. Of course all this was cold comfort for the forlorn athlete.
I wish I could say that the words I said had any effect on my friend. As I left I had a feeling of dread, that my friend will do something drastic. I even feared that he would fulfill the ocelot’s prophecy and take his own life. But such is not the case, I am glad to say. The next time I met Vladimir he was warmly embraced in the arms of Jocasta. Apparently his frequent excursions to the lower realms were a burden on their relationship. As he came to her, in his reduced state, she forgave this , and they soon patched up things. My friend did not move away from contortionism, and managed to find a role for himself as a mentor for other athletes in different fields of sports. He counciled his students to take a long view to what they desire, and to find separate avenues of expression. It was perhaps his greatest achievement, to cultivate this spirit of achievement in others, which presented itself, ironically only when his own talents were stripped away from him