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He could turn in a gold statuette worthy performance of being a better person if he kept getting homemade scones and sliced apples.

Jonathan

Well played.

Connor

What

Jonathan

You know exactly to what I am referring.

Connor

Maybe you’ll tell me

Jonathan

I definitely will.

After the game, you’re going to sit with your hands on your lap while I tell you every single joke I heard today.

I can do whatever I want to you when I tell you a joke, but you will not be allowed to move.

No laughing.

No talking.

You will not make a sound.

You will sit.

Connor

Yes I want to do that I want be good and quiet

He pictured Connor being obedient, sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread apart.

He’d order Connor to be naked for this while he, Jonathan, told jokes and took off a piece of clothing with each punchline. Connor would like that and it would have him struggling and quivering at the same time.

He knew the shade of pink that would spread across Connor’s skin, the way his blond hair darkened to almost, but not quite, brown as it spread down his chest, how his thighs would shake and the white dents where his fingertips would press into his leg muscles.

His gaze would fix on Jonathan, parted lips and big eyes and strawberry-dusted cheeks. He would give Jonathan all his attention.

Jonathan

Don’t let your fingers make promises the rest of you can’t keep.

Connor

If I move

Wwill you punish me

Win win

Jonathan