Drabble - Overload
Here we go, a little Bank Holiday offering. Surely it should be illegal to have so much fun? Anyway, this is for my partners in crime.
Tonight he failed big time. Tonight it hurt so much he begun to feel sick from the pain, not the pain of the beating but from the endless kneeling, the nights on the floor, the inability to relax. It has taken its toll on his body and he recognised all the signs.
Sir was so kind, so gentle, untied him, took him out of role, tended to him and rubbed the feeling into his arms and legs. He wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotion; he cried and cried unable to stop while Sir held him close murmuring quiet words that he couldn’t quite hear.
Now he is in bed, balanced on the edge, still unable to relax. Sir fed him, gave him painkillers for his aching head and put him here. He can’t sleep; he is tense, filled with the feeling of failure. When Sir comes to bed, he sees the state of his boy and pulls him close, kissing him gently.
But still he feels like he failed some sort of test.
Tonight he failed big time. Tonight it hurt so much he begun to feel sick from the pain, not the pain of the beating but from the endless kneeling, the nights on the floor, the inability to relax. It has taken its toll on his body and he recognised all the signs.
Sir was so kind, so gentle, untied him, took him out of role, tended to him and rubbed the feeling into his arms and legs. He wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotion; he cried and cried unable to stop while Sir held him close murmuring quiet words that he couldn’t quite hear.
Now he is in bed, balanced on the edge, still unable to relax. Sir fed him, gave him painkillers for his aching head and put him here. He can’t sleep; he is tense, filled with the feeling of failure. When Sir comes to bed, he sees the state of his boy and pulls him close, kissing him gently.
But still he feels like he failed some sort of test.