Meatpie, fire has always been my main kink and I came by it honestly. I am part Mig-Maw, one of the Iroquois nation. I went to a Catholic School and Church dedicated to the Canadian Martyrs who were burnt at the stake nude by the Iroquois. In grade one I stabbed a nun in her hand with a pencil after she told me that I would burn in hell unless I stopped doodling and worked on my printing. For punishment I was dragged to Mother Superior's office, told to pull down my pants and bend over her desk. While my butt was getting strapped I was staring at a very famous print of Heaven and Hell. Heaven had a few robe covered men sitting around Jesus, hell was full of naked people, men and women, getting burnt and tortured. I thought hell looked a lot more interesting, and since I was sure to go to hell for doodling instead of printing, and of course stabbing a nun why not live it up.
Elsewhere in this forum I have posted a few of my early burning experiences, but one of the strongest influences was a large print of the Canadian Martyrs getting burnt that hung in the Church. They were nude facing the stake with the flames just licking their butts. There was also book about the inquisition in the my parents library with a wood block print apparently of an actual witch burning in Germany with a very cute, nude, young witch getting burnt by the Jesuits. She was facing the stake with the flames just stating to lick her sweet bare butt. The executioner was adding wood as a black robed Jesuit Priest watched holding a bible and a cross. The cross symbolism stuck with me. The nude Jesuits getting burnt was "evil" but the Jesuits burning a nude girl was portrayed as protecting the church. Another little thing, both the prints were circa 1650.
This kink was firmly established when I was very young. We played cowboys and Indians, and even though I was part indian, I loved to get caught, stripped and tied to a stake for burning. I pictured myself as those Jesuit Martyrs. Whenever I was camping I would roast my butt over a campfire. Even when I was very little I had a habit of pulling down my PJs in front of a roaring fireplace. We used to spend our summer holidays in a beach community, naked kids were common until we turned 6. I was a strong swimmer and used to train in an floating ocean pool early in the morning. This was very cold so when we got back to the cabin there was always hot chocolate and a roaring fire. All of us kids, (there are 5 of us) would stand naked around the fire warming up, I just took it a little further.
Things really started to "heat-up" in my teens. Extended time in camps always involved skinny-dipping followed by warming up in front of a fire. I would get instant "wood" when I warmed my butt and cock. This did not go unnoticed by my "Friends" and I was branded as a "fag". It wasn't long before my kink was getting indulged. I've posted stories in the "Fire" Group.
On and aside, My kink is far from totally "gay". Fire is the thing My longest "Fire-play" partner was a woman, also part Native, with a Joan of Arc fetish/fantasy. Fire-play was a mutual kink which we indulged in constantly. We had some major sessions climaxing shortly after mutual friend killed herself in a dramatic fashion. This young woman made a pyre of stacked pallets soaked with diesel then hung herself nude with a dog chain and lit the pyre. My partner and I decided to kill ourselves by burning at the stake. We rented an isolated cabin where we raised a stake and build a huge pyre. Well to make a long story shorter, we did not chain ourselves to the stake but in the ensuing rapture we did get significant burns, my partner's hair was almost totally burnt off, and I had significant burns on my thighs, butt and cock. The relationship ended shortly thereafter, though we still occasionally get together and enjoy firelight and candlelight sex. As I've said already, I loved the burning, but the healing sucked.
OMG, what's that fetish called?
