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We stayed in that cabin for hours while I recovered, and Noah was sure I could ride. Until then, though, we just stayed on that bottom bunk, talking, kissing, being a part of one another.
“You are incredible. I can’t believe how… out of it you get. Like you holler like a crazy man, laughin’, carrying on. It’s fun to watch, but I gotta admit, I worry.”
“I’m really okay, Noah. You’ve heard of subspace. That’s my subspace. I go into this… place, where it’s all light and peace. I told you it takes me out of my head, but maybe that’s not what I mean. It takes me inside of it further than I thought anyone could go. I… just lose the words, the worry, and… the pain, guilt.”
“I know. I see that, and I guess that’s my job. I’m supposed to take that stuff from you, and I want to. I just… wish I could do it all the time, without having to beat you.”
I chuckled at his worry. “Please, Noah, don’t feel like you’re not doing enough. And don’t feel like you’re not doing enough to take them without beating me. Believe me, you’re taking them all the time. It’s just sometimes even you can’t keep them away.”
“I’ll just try harder. You don’t tell an old horse-shoer what he can’t do, boy.”
“Okay. No, Sir, I won’t.”
“I love ya, boy.”
“I know. Maybe that’s better than anything you can do, Sir.”
Noah moved close, his facial hair tickling my nose and lips, before he pecked at my mouth. “So… that branding…”
We were back to that. “I’ll make you a deal, Sir. If I can get through these two months, no orgasms, my training going well, then we’ll talk about it.”
“That’s a deal I can live with.”
“Me too.”
We rode back after a pillow was set on the saddle for me, and when we got in the yard, Noah noticed truck tires, fresh, in the mud. He smiled and pointed to them after getting Tawny back into her stall and taking my hand to lead me back to our home. “Joel’s been here.”
“How can you tell they’re his?”
“I’ve seen ‘em enough. I believe that boy is itching to learn some things about what we get up to around here.”
I laughed, then looked over my shoulder, expecting to see him lurking. “I think that’s a good bet.”
“Maybe, if we catch him watching again, you might want to take him aside and talk to him.”
We’d reached the steps of the porch and I stopped our progress. “Me? He barely knows me.”
“He’s scared shitless of me, for some reason.”
“Maybe he’s watched enough that he sees how you get with a whip.” We started up to the porch as I continued, “Or a belt. Or a strap, or your hands, or?”
“That’s enough! Remind me to gag you again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Iwasplacedinthe new cock and ball cage, because, seriously, it couldn’t just be called a cock cage after that morning we returned from the hunting cabin. We’d eaten, relaxed, enjoyed our night, but the next morning, after my welts and bruises were seen to, Noah had me on the bed, taking his jollies.
The steel and wire contraption looked like the torture device it was. The cock was fully contained, the balls too, in solid metal, but the cock part had a screw hole in it that fit a sounding plug. The plug fit up the piss hole and then the base of that screwed into the cock cage. It was medieval.
“Sir, you’re just awful,” I said as he readied the thing.
“Nah, I’m a fucking peach.”
He had me lie on the bed, arms at my sides, told me to find that calm place that I usually found while in the middle of a scene. Well, I supposed that was a scene in a way.
He got the cage on me, my balls in it, my dick, and then the sounding. He lubed the short rod of metal, and it’s not like it was really thick or anything, but have you ever had a metal rod up your pee hole? It’s not a pleasant experience. Maybe that’s why I loved it.
