Oscar didn’t say anything, but he did as he’d been told, glancing out of the window as if he feared Mrs. Trelawney might come back.
“Don’t worry. She’s gone. But I reckon we oughta get some curtains hung up since they live near enough to pay an unexpected visit.”
He exhaled a laugh that ended with an indrawn breath as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You think what I’m about to do to you is gonna be amusin’?” I said, in a stern tone that I knew would thrill him. Sure enough, he parted his lips and creased his forehead with seeming delicious tension as he shut his eyes.
“No, sir.”
When he opened his eyes and gazed at me, he was on fire with it, and we hadn’t even started. It had been a long time since I’d taken him in hand this way, and we both craved it, like a tasty treat that we saved up for a special day. Only there wasn’t anything particular about the day, except for the fact we had some leather cords to play with.
“Get on the bed, Oscar…on your back.”
He did it without thinking—like the good boy he always was for me, at least when he knew I was gonna take a firm hand with him.
“Now, I want you to reach them hands up o’er your head and keep ’em there. Think you can do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” he breathed, moving them into place, relaxing and twitching his fingers as he settled into position. I might have to bind them later, but I wanted him to do it willingly for now.
“Good boy. You are such a good boy, Oscar Yates. The best boy I ever knew,” I purred, giving him the praise he wanted—needed—that made him so hot for me that he’d do anything I asked of him…or just about. “Do you trust me?”
He sighed, his limbs twitching with impatience as he fought to stay still. “Of course, I trust you. I trust you so much.”
I knew he did. T’was a miracle and a blessing, his trust in me, and I cherished it. I might not rightly deserve it, but I adored it.
“Okay then. You say your special word if you want me to stop at any point. You remember what it is?”
His sweet lips formed the briefest smile. “Church,” he said.
I resisted a smile of my own. “And why did we decide on that?”
He swallowed thickly. “Because this is holy, and what we do together is good and right.” His voice was hushed and reverent.
I nodded. “Exactly…no matter what anyone might say. You know it and I know it. And we need to remember it.”
“I taught you that, Jimmy.”
“You did. And I ain’t never gonna forget it. I’m gonna unbutton your underwear now, and I don’t want you to move.”
Oscar groaned. “Yes, sir.”
I pushed my suspenders down and pulled my shirttails out of my trousers, then unbuttoned the shirt and threw it aside. I undid the buttons at the top of my underwear, then climbed onto the bed and loomed o’er Oscar. His gaze held mine as I unfastened his red union suit one button at a time. I went slow and easy, in order to tease him and make him wait, because I knew he loved that.
“Oh, Jimmy,” Oscar breathed, trying to stay still as I undressed him. By the time I’d got down to his hips, his little nubby was shoving up hard and insistent under the fabric. I grinned and made a show of wrestling with the buttons so that every move would inflame him further. He made soft sounds of distress as my fingers fumbled against his stand. “Oh God…”
“Shush, now,” I said, spreading the sides of his union suit away from his body as a shuddering breath escaped me. He was so lovely. A decent spread of fine hairs on his chest became a sparse trail down his belly until it met with a thicker forest around the base of his arching cock. His deep, quick breaths made his belly dip and fill and his nubby sway. T’was wet at the tip, and it moved on its own when I gave Oscar a hungry, predatory look.
Oscar watched me as I examined him, no doubt seeing how I responded to his partial nakedness and his surrender. We were quite the pair, the two of us, and seemed to fit together—the answer to a peculiar riddle, like two puzzle pieces that joined up when they didn’t seem to go together at all. T’was how it had been from the start with him, and once I’d stopped trying to resist it and fretting about it, we’d settled into some kind of acceptance. And now we seemed to have a spiritual appreciation of it. Even though the things we did to each other, or with each other, might seem base and depraved to some, to us they were aspects of our deep connection. And I was about to worship him with bits of leather cord the way a priest might splash his holy water onto the innocent.
Oscar was far from innocent, that was true, and the same with me in different, but equally sordid, ways. But he was God’s creature just the same, and I loved every bit of him and didn’t see nothing evil in anything he felt for me, wanted to do with me or anything I felt for him. What we had was a blessing and a miracle, and I revered it.
I stroked his little cock—his nubby—with my fingers as I grabbed the pieces of cut cord from where I’d put them and threw them onto his belly.
“See that? That’s what I’m gonna use to wrap up your nubby with.”
Oscar made a sound and squirmed, his cock jerking as if noddingyes, please.
“But first, I’m gonna tie your ankles to the bed here, so you’re trapped. I’ll leave your hands free for now. But if you can’t keep ’em up there, I’m gonna have to bind them. Understand?”
