Page 40 of Repentance and Absolution

Oscar nodded frantically. “Yes, sir.Yes, sir.”

“Now.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You wanna be naked for this? Or do you want to keep your long underwear on, an’ I’ll just open it up where I need to? ’Tis cool in here if you ain’t got clothes on, I reckon, though I’m planning on lightin’ a fire inside you.”

Oscar sighed and gazed down at himself, where I’d splayed his union suit wide to reveal his underbelly and other parts. “I like it like this, Jimmy. I reckon if I gotta turn o’er, you can get at me there, too.”

I smiled, nodding. “I surely can. Whoever invented this here type of underwear knew what they was about. Although, if and when we get to that point, I’ll probably just pull it all down and to hell with it.”

“Yeah,” Oscar said. “And, Jimmy? I’m already burnin’ up for you.”

“Oh, I know it.” I tilted my head, gazing down at him. “You okay if I just get your arms out of it? I like to see those slim muscles you got and the veins that bulge under your skin.” I licked my lips.

Oscar seemed surprised and pleased by this information. He was self-conscious of his slimness, although mostly he liked feeling delicate and breakable. He was stronger than he looked and tough as a wildcat.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’ll keep your legs covered, though. I like the way they look in the long johns, especially when the rest of it’s all askew. Don’t know why. Seems more…indecent, I suppose.”

Oscar nodded, his mouth open, his eyes big and cock hard.

I helped him out of the sleeves and left the garment underneath him. He did look indecent, and unwrapped, and…ready for whatever I wanted.

I picked up a piece of the cord, letting its end trail across his skin, watching him twitch and sigh. Then I wrapped it around his ankle and secured the other end to the foot of the bed frame. I’d cut and measured the pieces so they’d reach. I repeated that process with his other leg.

“There. Now you can’t get away.”

“I don’t even want to.”

“Hmm. Notnow. Just wait. I’m gonna get you so worked up you’ll be tryin’ to, I reckon.”

“Oh fuck,” he said, his chest going up and down again with his quick breaths. “Now you gonna tie up my nubby, Jimmy?”

I smiled a slow, devilish smile. “I surely am. So, you need to stay still. I’m gonna have your bits in my hands, and I need to concentrate.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Keep them hands up there, above your head.”

“Yes, sir.”

I picked up another length of cord, leaving one on his belly. This one was a tad shorter than the others. I reached down and took his balls in my hand.

“I’m gonna be as gentle as I can be. But use your stop word if it gets too much or you get nervous. This is supposed to be fun.”

He wrinkled his forehead in apparent consternation as I slid the leather cord beneath his testicles.

“It’s meant to be a little scary, I reckon, but mostly fun. You know I won’t hurt you? That I’ll be careful?”

“I know it,” he whispered, watching me with a reverence that was good for my ego.

As I wrapped the cord around the top of his sac and pulled it snug, he hissed.

“There’s gonna be a bit of…discomfort—and maybe some pain.” I glanced at him with a smile. “The fun kind. But if you feel anythin’ worse, you let me know.”

“I will.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to hurt you too much. Just enough to make things interestin’.”

Oscar shivered as I used a piece of the cord to divide his testicles then tied it snug to keep them that way. “How did I ever end up with someone like you? You know just what I like. You know things that even I don’t know about me,” he said.