## I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Tue May 22, 2012 11:34 am

Who feels like writing an M/M or M/m with me? The m would be a teen or early twenties, but it would be intimate.
Pretty please with a ballgag on top?

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Post by zavulon » Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:34 pm

I could probably write a story, you can message with with details.

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Post by Canuck33 » Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:27 am

Is this thread still alive? I wanna be in! Can you add more details? Just how intimate?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:37 am

Pretty intimate . Also, if it's fictional, I wanna make it impossible! Like supernatural creatures, magic, stuff like that.

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Post by Canuck33 » Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:23 pm

Impossible? Hmm, well then, how about a cute boy, aged 18-21, who gets kidnapped by a "magician" and his "assistant", who are, in fact, powerful wizards who can do more than mere levitation and making objects disappear. He is sent off to an unknown location (I'm thinking a dungeon which is part of a castle), where he has to fight his way to freedom, except of course he's tied up so it's essentially impossible until he gets help from a/an (insert name of magical creature here). I thought about making the assistant a seductive female character, perhaps a vampire, simply because I'm feeling like there isn't enough girl power in my stories. Of course, there will be some gay content as always, but I thought about inserting some woman-on-man action as well, just for changes. Oh and the boy who gets abducted is really a knight, or squire or some sort of noble. How does that sound? Comments please!
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:22 pm

I said impossible. We don't need a fantasy epic

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Post by Canuck33 » Thu Jun 14, 2012 9:38 am

Oh don't worry it won't be an epic, I'll keep it short and sweet. I'll keep the vampire and the magician, but no epic wars and fights for glory. I'm already working on it, if you'll lucky I'll have something ready by tomorrow afternoon
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Chris12 » Thu Jun 14, 2012 10:11 am

> mikeybound wrote:I said impossible. We don't need a fantasy epic

But...isn't a fantasy epic impossible!

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Post by mikeybound » Thu Jun 14, 2012 1:32 pm

It has impossible stuff! Maybe just add some element like a witch species, but it's still and intimate tug.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Canuck33 » Thu Jun 14, 2012 7:19 pm

A witch species? That sounds...interesting. Are there many studies regarding that species? My story has a wizard and a female vampire.
Is it okay if there's girl-on-guy action in the story?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Thu Jun 14, 2012 11:20 pm

Yah. That's cool

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:37 am

Okay I hope you like my story so far!
GEORGE - Intro
George Radu was twenty years old, had a fresh boyish face but the buffed, muscled body of someone much older. He became heavily drawn into strength training by the seventh grade, and as a result never reached a truly impressive height like his father did. In his first year of university, George stood at a modest five foot six and weighed 160 pounds, which consisted mostly of extremely-toned muscle mass, bulging biceps and a very visible (but healthy, steroid-free) six-pack. In his graduating year, George became the captain of his football team despite his height limitation, and he was also a wrestling champion, boxer and a strength training nut. He held a brown belt in aikido and never bothered to train for black because he was already so damn strong. George never had to defend himself against any bullies, and he didn’t have any insecurities. His problems were contrary, in fact. Regardless, George had an almost princely aura and was the alpha male every average boy wished he was.
George was a handsome lad; even the girls who hated brawny guys could not resist his noble good looks. His skin had a natural, lightly golden tan which the Cheerleading Captain described as “delicious” and said it “reminded her of a nicely crisped oven baked potato”. George assumed it was a compliment. He had hazel eyes, which weren’t extremely large or bright, they were just “perfect”. His mouth was fairly small, but his red lips were very full, like those of a model. He was clean-shaved and had his eyebrows waxed regularly to keep them perfectly shapely yet natural. In his youth, George kept his hair very short, but starting college his hair turned into a wavy mane of chestnut brown which most girls and several guys seemed to prefer. He became progressively more narcissistic, and regrettably he had a right to be.
Caitlinette was an exceptional dancer until her teens, when she decided to tune into her other interests. She became a model during high school, made respectable money but spent most of it on clothes and cosmetics. She was an average student, but somehow managed to get into McGill, where she met George. That is where she became acquainted with Alojzy, who was a graduate student in medieval history as well as an extremely talented magician. Caitlinette was twenty-one when she fell for Alojzy, who was six years older than her. Caitlinette was a very striking blonde, about five-foot-seven and slim, had beautiful blue eyes and glowing white skin. Alojzy was only a few feet taller, slightly chubby, with longish brown hair and brown eyes, he wore glasses and had a slight goatee. Not being traditionally handsome, yet being able to seduce such a gorgeous female greatly inflated his ego. While they were dating, Alojzy taught her some of his less intense tricks and asked her to become his assistant, to which she agreed immediately. Caitlinette had absolutely no previous knowledge of magic, but Alojzy was such an effective teacher his girlfriend seemed to learn everything that was required of her almost instantly. Even she was felt something peculiar, almost wizardly about him. But that was absurd, she thought. She was just madly in love with Alojzy! And on her second show, she crossed paths with George.
George was elected as a volunteer by Alojzy, without Caitlinette’s knowledge. He was asked to participate in a mysterious escape trick, which Caitlinette already performed successfully. The escape trick would be the closing act. Alojzy also offered him $25 and a chance to go backstage. He didn’t even need to come to the rehearsals. The only condition was: George had to wear the assistant choice of clothing: A pair of white-and-blue, tight Lycra gym shorts, no shoes and no shirt. George accepted. Naturally, he had absolutely no hang-ups about his body. He also didn’t suspect anything about Caitlinette and Alojzy, despite the fact they were a very peculiar couple.
The performance evening came, and George arrived at the Student Centre fifteen minutes early, as instructed. He was wearing a pair of blues jeans, white sneakers and a dark green T-shirt, and wore his performance shorts underneath. Alozjy was spectacularly dressed in a black tuxedo, red bow-tie and a starched white shirt, and Caitlinette was wearing a beautiful red silk dress with no sleeves. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly against her cheeks, and her bright red lipstick matched her dress. George also realized how unnaturally pale it made her look. “So you are George Radu?” Asked Alozjy with a hint of mocking glee in his voice, “You look even better in person than you do in your pictures! Nice to finally meet you!”
“Thanks, yeah that is me,” George smiled and shook the magician’s hand. He was wearing a pair of white gloves. Wow, how classy, thought George. He then turned to Caitlinette and froze. She was both beautiful and chilling. “You’re...Caitlinette, right?”
“Yes, nice to meet you,” she said in a surprisingly light, giggly voice. “Alozjy, he’s a real hunk! I think you’ve got some competition!”
Alozjy seemed annoyed by her comment; he turned back to George and asked: “Radu... that’s Romanian, am I right?”
“Sure is,” replied George, prideful, “I wasn’t born in Romania though. My father is from Bucharest, my mother is German Canadian. I don’t speak any Romanian, I wish I did though...”
“Splendid! I’m Polish, but I have lots of relatives in Romania, close relatives...” added Alozjy with extra emphasis. Wow, thought George, this guy definitely knows how to make people uncomfortable. He had a creepy grin on his face. George has only been to Romania once. Still, it was nice to meet someone with a common heritage.
“Okay, George, there is a green room downstairs with our name, we want you to go there to change and get for the show,” interrupted Caitlinette, “we should begin shortly. Remember you don’t have to go onstage until the very end, but you’re more than welcome to watch, Al and I worked hard on our routines and we would like an honest opinion,” she smiled at her boyfriend, and he kissed her tenderly. George took this as his cue to leave.
George walked into the green room, which was surprisingly small and cluttered with male and female cosmetics, batons, disks, some colourful boxes, and other typical magic trick paraphernalia. He was curious as to the small flasks he found in Caitlinette’s fur coat, which were filled with a hot, red substance. Fake blood, he thought. It looked impressively realistic. Neat, thought George. What would they need it for? Perhaps one their more macabre tricks? Nothing works quite like shock factor. George heard some applause, Alozjy announcing the opening on a microphone, and then some cheesy circus music in the background. Those guys are punctual, he said to himself. He removed his shoes, socks, shirts, pants, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was only wearing his tight fitting boxer-shorts. They were shiny, about five inches long, and really pressed against his muscular thighs. George was not self-conscious from wearing them. He checked himself out for about two entire minutes, rearranged his hair until it was carefully disheveled to his taste, and opened the backstage door.
George remained behind the velvet curtain, where he was well hidden but had a decent view of the set-up. It was pretty elaborate, with flames and sparks shooting periodically and colour-changing lights focused on the two performers. The first few tricks seemed juvenile: Alozjy was blindfolded and given three clubs. He starts juggling with one, two, and then all three at one. Okay, not bad. A fourth club is thrown at him; he catches it in mid-air and continues juggling with the additional club. Okay, that was cool, thought George. Then the real thrill starts: The club tips light up, and start burning, but Alozjy keeps on juggling with the burning clubs! George starts to think the flames are merely an optical illusion, but then he notices faint smoke coming up from the flaming clubs, and he can smell it too. The fire is real! “Oh my god,” George starts getting really worried. Alozjy grabs all four clubs at one, and the fire is distinguished. The audience rawrs. Without a break, Caitlinette prepares herself for the next trick. Still blindfolded, Alozjy ties her unto a spinning wheel. He picks five knives in his hands. “Oh dear god, please don’t kill her,” thought George. Alozjy throws the first knife, and on each throw, he misses his girlfriend by mere inches! “Ooooh!” The audience exclaims louder after each throw, while Caitlinette seems perfectly calm. When the last knife is thrown and Caitlinette is still alive, Alozjy takes off his blindfold and bows to the audience. Everyone explodes into a thundering applause. Caitlinette is untied from the wheel; she rolls out a bed from backstage left (George is on the right) and lies on top. Alozjy chants a couple of nonsense words for effect, and before long, Caitlinette starts levitating off the bed! There are no strings hooked anywhere; George is staring at the couple, dumbfounded, trying to figure out how in the world she did that. He didn’t know much about physics, so attempting to figure this mystery out would do him no good.
After a few more odd tricks (the type that David Blaine would engage in, but nothing along the lines of making people disappear), Alozjy announces their final act. “Ladies and germs, thank you for supporting us tonight, I hope everyone had a good time, my girlfriend and myself sure did.” He is interrupted by a wave of cheering. He has to speak over the audience to quiet them. “For our final act, I would like to call out our kind volunteer. He’s a third year history student here at McGill, and had agreed to participate in our act, despite having basically no magical training. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the wonderful, handsome George Radu!” Alozjy looks over at George and cues him to walk onstage. A little embarrassed to be so under-dressed, George walks slowly and smiles awkwardly to the audience. Everyone cheers loudly, and a couple of girls in the audience make catcalls and wolf-whistles which raise George’s self-confidence somewhat. Caitlinette goes backstage and comes back with some random objects.
“Hi, George,” says Alozjy more casually as the audience settles down, “so besides being a history major, judging by your muscles, I guess you like to work out a lot?”
“Yeah, I do regular cardio and weight-lift at the gym five times a week,” George says to the audience. A couple of guys cheer in approval. What sort of a stupid question that? Thought George.
“Any experience in bondage?” Asked Alozjy.
“Um...what?!”
“The next trick is an escape act,” says Alozjy, “don’t worry George, we’re not going to tie you up. Quite the opposite!” He looked at his volunteer, who seemed to be relieved. “Caitlinette here is a...budding escape artist. She just learned how to do this next trick, do you want to help us out or what?”
“Um, sure,” smiled George. He started getting excited at the thought of tying up the magician’s assistant in her red silk dress.
“Alright, George, here’s a pair of handcuffs, I want you to tell the audience if they’re rigged in any way,” Alozjy threw a pair of very heavy, black metal handcuffs at him. George didn’t know anything about handcuffs, but he did as told. “Um, they seem to be working fine,” he said.
“Alright, can you handcuff Caitlin with her hands behind her back, just like a police officer, “he instructed. Caitlinette allowed George to pull her hands back and bind them together. The handcuffs seemed to fit quite tightly. “Did I hurt you?” He asked gently. “Not at all,” she said, smiling.
Alozjy opened one of the items, which was a shiny blue satin sack. He led Caitlinette into the sack and told George to pull it up to her shoulders, so only her head was visible. Alozjy held it in place while handing a roll of blue bondage tape to George.
“This here is bondage tape, it’s smooth, easy to rip, and easy to remove,” he says nonchalantly, “have you ever used bondage tape, George?”
“No,” George replied, and a few people in the audience giggled.
“Well, there’s a first for everything. I want you to rip two pieces, about six inches each, now,” George did as instructed, and held the pieces in two separate fingers. “Good! Now I want you to place one piece on our lovely assistant’s mouth, and the other one over her eyes, and make sure she’s properly gagged and blindfolded.”
Caitlinette smiled at George again, reassuring him it was okay, and hurrying him to complete his task. Shaking, George wrapped the tape over her mouth and eyes.
“Caitlin, darling, how are you feeling so far?” Asked Alozjy.
“Hmmppfff pfff!” Caitlinette groaned loudly into the microphone. The audience laughed loudly, and George smiled a bit. He also felt a very uncomfortable bump in his tight boxer shorts, and started wishing he wore something else.
“Sorry babe, too late for that now. Don’t worry George, Caitlin is a real something, she loves to...get inside her work,” he grinned as he pulled the satin sack over his girlfriend head, closing it. He knotted the top of the sack tightly, trapping Caitlinette inside, and told George to seal it with the bondage tape. “Make it as tight as you can, and use as many rounds as you’d like to make sure she can’t escape at all,” he grinned again. George wrapped the tape below where the knot was until the sack was sealed so tightly it seemed impossible to escape from. Caitlinette started squirming inside; George found himself getting increasingly aroused by Caitlinette’s entrapment. Alozjy raised a small curtain around the sack and told George to hold the knot tightly. George did as instructed. Alozjy told the audience to count to 10 in unison. At 10, he lowered the curtain, and showed the sack was completely empty, but still tied in George’s hand!
“OH NOOO, WHEA IS SHE?!" He asked in fake panic, “Oh, there she is,” Caitlinette walked from backstage right, uncuffed, smiling, the tape gone from her face. The audience cheers once more.
“Just a minute, George. I now want you to untie the sack, and show the audience its contents.” George struggled to remove all the tape he used to seal the sack, as it was very tightly wrapped. He undid the knot, looked inside the sack, and found the black metal handcuffs at the bottom. There were no holes or openings in the sack, though. There was some scattered applause when he held the handcuffs high.
“Thanks George. What’s it like, putting your head inside?” Asked Alozjy.
“It’s kinda hot...” said George.
“I see, because now Caitlin here would be so grateful if...you were willing to let her tie you up, the exact same way you tied her, and see if you can get out. A strong, brave guy like you, I’m sure you’ll have no problems with that, right?”
So they were going to tie him up after all! George looked at the satin sack. It was dark, hot, suffocating. He was also going to be blindfolded and gagged and handcuffed to make sure he can’t take the tape off his face! He had no idea how Caitlinette got out, and if he couldn't escape, whether they will even let him out! He found himself feeling worried. Then the audience started cheering: “Do it! Do it!” He looked from the audience back to the magician and Caitlinette, who were both grinning at him.
What’s going to happen next?
To be continued...
Last edited by Canuck33 on Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:44 am, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:48 pm

PART 2 – Needless to say, George gets kidnapped by the vampires. Oops, did I spoil the story? Oh well, keep on reading if you wish.
“Do it! Do it George!” Screamed the students in the audience; oh well, I’m not going to spoil the show, thought George. He stepped inside the blue satin sack and allowed Caitlinette to pull his hands behind his back. She locked the handcuffs. They felt surprisingly tight, almost uncomfortable.
“I hope they don’t hurt too much, darling,” she whispered in his ear. Unthinkingly, George replied: “Please let me go, I don’t wanna do this,” to which Caitlinette didn’t reply, she merely grinned at him sinisterly. George opened his mouth to plead again, but she shut him in midsentence by sticking a piece of bondage tape over his lips, silencing him.
“Hmmmm!” George screamed. It wasn’t scripted. The audience was still amused, even when the second piece of tape was wrapped over his eyes, blindfolding him, there was still genuine laughter from every side of the auditorium.
“It seems that our hero is a little helpless now,” announced Alozjy mockingly. Caitlinette felt the front pouch of his tight boxer shorts, and squeezed it! “HMMM!” George couldn’t believe the humiliation. Worst of all, the girls in the audience were now getting hysterical. “So...yummy...” he heard his captor whisper. Bitch! Thought George; I’m going to take you down in court for sexual molestation. Caitlinette responded by tightening her grip on his crotch and rubbing it. She released her hold when Alozjy bagged the helpless captive, closed the satin sack over his head and tied it off. Damn, it’s really hard to breathe, thought George. The sack looked much smaller from the inside, the delicate satiny fabric nearly clinging to his skin.
“Alright, let’s see if George can get out in time,” George heard Alozjy’s penetrating voice; “let’s be fair though, I think we should give him twenty seconds, is that okay? Twenty seconds?” Alozjy waited for a collective affirmation from the crowd, and then lifted the curtain over the bound victim, while Caitlinette cinched the top tightly.
“Twenty, nineteenth, eighteen...” George was frantically fighting against his handcuffs, moaning through his gag the entire time, but nothing happened. He couldn’t see what he was doing because of the tape that covered his eyes. He was already getting sweaty as the stale air inside the sack was very hot.
“Three, two, one, zero!” The countdown ended, with no escape. “Alright, let’s see if George managed to evade his capture,” said Alozjy and lowered the curtain. George was still tied tightly inside the satin sack, concealed, but clearly gagged since he kept making “hmppp!” sounds, and now struggling frantically. The audience was laughing, mocking him at his misfortune, his helplessness. “Aww, what a pity, Georgie Boy couldn’t get out. Well, unfortunately we’re out of time, so I guess we’ll just have to take him home, what do you say, Caitlin?”
“I think that’s a great idea, darling,” Caitlinette whispered into the microphone, “will you help me grab him?”
“Of course, babe,” said Alozjy; George weighed a solid 160 pounds of pure muscle, but Alozjy was surprisingly strong. Still, he didn’t lift George off the floor, merely dragged him forcefully.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching our show, we hope you enjoyed our acts, Caitlinette and I will be around campus next weekend, you can find out more on the campus website. Until next time, have a good night!” The audience cheered loudly, clearly content, and clearly ignorant of George, still helplessly bound inside the silk sack. They didn’t know where the magicians were taking him, none they seemed to care that he was getting kidnapped!
As soon as the curtain dropped, Alozjy and Caitlinette grabbed George inside the sack and lifted him off the ground. They were flying! They were definitely off the ground. George couldn’t tell exactly because he was still blindfolded and completely disoriented.
“Let’s go, my dear moonlight,” Alozjy said to Caitlinette, “through the large window in the hall leading to the green room. I left it open on purpose.”
“Yes, love. We must head out quick, before anyone can see us,” Caitlinette replied seductively. They grabbed George between them and escaped with their captive through the window. George was too shocked and confused to react, and even if he wasn’t, he couldn’t say anything audible because he was gagged. ‘Please don’t drop me,’ he kept praying as he felt the cold night air seeping through the fabric. George wasn’t particularly fond of heights, and he could feel himself getting higher and higher. They must’ve been at least a hundred feet in the air! At least he couldn’t see anything. At this moment, George managed to make the connection. Caitlinette’s pale white skin, the seemingly normal magic tricks which are merely a cover for REAL powers, he also remembered that Alozjy had unusual looking teeth. They were a little sharper than normal. Alozjy wasn’t a normal person by any means, yet nonetheless, could this be a...vampire couple? That’s impossible, thought George. But they were flying. Flying! Oh dear God! George started panicking again, but he told himself that any jerky motion could lead the couple to drop him to his demise. Silently, George endured the rest of the flight.
They landed in a dark, naturally moist location, probably a cave. The duct tape sealing the sack was removed, the top unknotted and George was released. The tape blindfold was removed somewhat painfully, but the gag remained. George realized how cold he felt, being clad merely in those Lycra boxer-shorts. His hands were still bound, so he couldn’t warm himself up.
“Aww, look, our little boy is cold, how cute!” mocked Alozjy. George was around Alozjy’s height, about 30 pounds heavier and considerably brawnier, but of course, he did not possess vampiric magic powers. Alozjy pulled George back inside the silk sack, leaving his head outside this time, and tied it around his shoulders to keep him warm. He also threw a woolen blanket over him, to which George would be grateful.
“Hmppff,” George moaned softly, as he was already very tired. The flight seemed strangely exhausting. Even Caitlinette seemed weary.
“You know something, Georgie Boy,” Alozjy began. “We vampires aren’t bothered by the cold. We’re don’t get sick, never get hypothermia, never have to worry about leaving the house with our jacket on,” Alozjy trailed off and let his girlfriend finish. “We also don’t have to worry about get old and weak. We’ll always be beautiful. While you, mere mortal, one day your muscles will lose their elasticity and begin to shrink. Your hair will thin out, your skin will sag, and even your balls will shrivel up. And having touched your balls, I can honestly say that would be a damn shame...”
“Caitlinette, that’s enough,” Alozjy cut her off, annoyed. George felt the chill blowing out through his nostril. Wherever they were, the air was getting really cold, and he was still shirtless. “Not that you really have a choice, considering your, um, current situation, George. If we really wanted to turn you into one of us, we will. Like the doctor said, this won’t hurt one bit. It will be like a sharp hickie that never goes away,” Alozjy chuckled at his own joke. “I think it would be a shame to let such a fine specimen of manhood decay with age. Wouldn’t you want to always be young, beautiful, with all the girls...and all the boys you ever wanted?”
“Hmmpff...”
“Oh I’m sorry, that was a rhetorical question. Anyways, Caitlin and I have some unfinished vampire business to attend to. We’ll have to leave you here for about...two hours, max? Don’t worry, we won’t be tardy. Meanwhile, think about this whole vampire business, I think you’re going to like it,” Alozjy waved goodbye.
“Hmppfff!” George moaned, as in “don’t leave me like this.”
“One more peep, and your head goes inside the bag again,” warned Alozjy. George stopped immediately. It was far too claustrophobic inside, total silence was better than total helplessness.
“That’s what I thought. Okay, we’re off now, and meanwhile, think about it as I’m going to give you the choice I never had!”
TO BE.... CONTINUED?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Sun Jun 17, 2012 7:56 pm

Looking good!

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Canuck33 » Mon Jun 18, 2012 4:45 am

Thanks mikeybound. And sorry that I just realized you said you specifically wanted this story to be about you, would you like me to change the main character's name/appearance? I'll let you decide how to end it.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by mikeybound » Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:49 pm

Nah. I didn't say that

### Re: I don't wanna as for too much, but...

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:39 am

This kind of thing sounds like it'd be right up my alley. In fact, I've written a number of such stories that I've never posted here for various reasons.
But before I give it a go, perhaps you should define just what you mean by 'intimate', and what difference (if any) you see between 'intimate' and 'X-rated'. Just so I don't go overboard as apparently is my usual result.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...