Page 42 of Repentance and Absolution
Every sensation would be heightened by the constriction. Oscar enjoyed a bit of pain, sure enough, but I was starting out slow and I’d be careful, whatever I did.
I’d spent time in the gang learning to restrain people securely, without causing damage or inflicting more discomfort than necessary. The others might not have cared, but I did. And even the cold-hearted among them knew that the fewer people we killed or severely injured, the less the law would come looking, so they let me take care of the prisoners. I did my best for them and hoped they’d be released before Spook got bored and looked to them for entertainment. A flash of guilt hit me, but I shoved it aside. I was deep into wanting to do this to Oscar now, and I couldn’t bear to be distracted by wayward regrets from my past. T’was only a bit of cord, and Oscar wanted me to restrain him.
I’d never imagined using my skills for anything like this, but they sure came in handy. I suppose t’was good I’d picked up a few things while I was living that life. I’d learned to shoot, to hunt and even to cook—or, at least how to skin and roast game—and to tie knots, ride and even how to tend to wounds. We didn’t have no access to doctors when we were in the gang, so we had to make do. If someone got hurt bad enough that we couldn’t heal them, or if the wound got infected, they died. We’d left injured people behind, and I was sorry about that. But what else could we have done?
I shook my head to clear those memories and the emotions they brought with them. That part of my life was over. But I’d be damned if I would regret the skills I’d acquired simply because they were attached to an unsavory business.
I peered at Oscar’s cock, wrapped up as t’was in soft leather, bulging out between the tight strip of cord, and I took a deep, steadying breath. His dick, that he liked to think was small and dainty, looked mighty impressive at the moment.
“Look at this little thing,” I said, patronizing him because I knew he wanted me to. I stroked my fingertip along its underside, bumping o’er the leather and the swells of flesh. “Little dick trying to be a big one, bulging all out of its strings.”
Oscar gasped and went pink and rigid all o’er. “Oh, fuck.”
His arm came down, but I caught his wrist.
“Oh no you don’t. Keep your hands up there,” I said.
He moved his arm back and panted, gazing at me in desperation.
“Now you keep ’em up there, you hear? Don’t move ’em.”
“Yes, sir.”
I could barely hear them words, he was so quiet. I held his gaze and bent down, edging my face closer and closer to his groin until I tilted my chin and licked the head of his cock.
Oscar stiffened and cried out, a surge of fluid pulsing out to meet my tongue, showing how much he was enjoying himself. He didn’t spend, which was good, because I needed to torture him a little bit longer.
I had plans.
I licked all o’er and around the sensitive tip and tongued and dipped into his foreskin, where t’wasn’t held fast by the cords.
Oscar moaned and panted, then keened like he couldn’t stand it. But he didn’t say his stop word. I licked down along the bulging skin and across his tight, captive balls, my tongue bumping o’er the leather cord, while he made horrible, beautiful sounds of distress and pulled against his bindings, making the wood of the bed frame creak.
“Jimmy! Jimmy!” he panted. “Oh fuck. Jimmy!”
I lifted my head.
“You want me to stop?”
“No—yes—no—I don’t know. No. No.Keep goin’.”
I smiled and worked up some spit in my mouth as Oscar’s eyes widened, his gaze fixed on mine. I let a wad of saliva slide from my lips and drop, landing smack on the head of his cock.
“Ah!” he said. “Oh…”
I did it o’er, and o’er, until his cock was soaked with my spittle and his juices. Then I made pretty designs with my fingertip all along it, bumping o’er the cords, urging all kinds of desperate sounds from his wet, parted lips.
His whole body shuddered, and his arm came down again. I grabbed it just in time.
“Oscar.”
“But I can’t keep still.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Do I need to use a cord on your wrists? Splay you out like a hide strung between two poles?”
His mouth made a silent O as his breaths came harsh and quick. “Yes!” he said. “Do that. Do that, Jimmy.Please!”
“All right,” I said. “Because we ain’t even close to being finished here.”
