Page 41 of Repentance and Absolution

My heart filled at them words, and I nodded, proud of it.

“I guess I just know how your mind works, how you like to be helpless and under my hand, because you know that I love and cherish you.”

“I do. I do.”

“And I got a good imagination. When I saw this cord hanging up in the cobbler’s shop, all I could think was how good t’would look against your skin.”

“And does it? Does it look good?”

I examined his balls, running my fingertip o’er where the skin was tight and sensitive as he gasped, then winked at him. “Oh, it does. It looks so good. Your balls are my prisoners now. I got them right where I want them. Now I just need to tie up your dick.”

Oscar moaned and shuddered. “Oh God.”

I took the end of the last piece of cord and pulled it slowly, so it dragged o’er his belly and down his crotch. Then I used it to wrap around his standing cock, as snug as I could make it but not so tight that it would cause him any harm. He was so hard already that it probably wouldn’t do that much, but it sure did look nice. And I was able to make it so his nubby bulged out a bit. When I was done, I stood and stepped back.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh. God. It feels…so…so…naughty.”

“Yeah, it looks naughty, too. Very naughty…just like you.”

“Oh fuck.”

I put my knee on the bed, below his spread thigh, and loomed o’er top him, my gaze drifting along his pale, quivering body. He blinked up at me, twisting his hands together above his head, his mouth wide open as he breathed hard.

“You like to be naughty, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“For me.”

“For you. I can besonaughty for you, Jimmy.”

I grinned, my gaze moving o’er his soft, slim neck and his sweet face, his arms and the tufts of dark hair in the hollows of his armpits.

“Oh, I know. But I reckon you’ve never looked as naughty as you look right now. ’Cept when I had you bent o’er my saddle that time, maybe…”

“Oh…” Oscar moaned.

He remembered.

Soon after deciding to bring him with me on my journey to Whitehorse, when we’d been camped under a cold, starless sky, I’d stripped him, put him o’er my saddle and given way to the feelings I’d been fighting. It had been a revealing moment for the both of us, and I thought about it fondly to this day. I reckoned, so did he.

“You sure look naughty now, though, with your little nubby all wrapped up snug in those soft cords.” I trailed my fingertips o’er his chest and belly, then tickled them along his captive cock as he cried out and squirmed.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!”

“How does it feel?”

“OhGod.So good. Sogood,Jimmy.”

Chapter Ten

Christmas Eve in the Country

I traced my fingertips o’er his testicles again, where they bulged between the cords, and he gasped.

“I bet you feel that real good,” I said.