The boy lifts his balls from his jeans and pauses, holding the sac aloft for just a second, presumably to catch Leatherman’s admiring gaze. Then he lets them drop against the fabric of his jeans, which he lowers to mid-thigh. Hairy, two big plums, they await the attention of Leatherman’s tongue, but not until he is given permission. “Suck ‘em,” the boy whispers. “And if I feel any fuckin’ teeth or you make me hurt even a little bit, I’ll slap your faggot face.”
Without hesitation, Leatherman leans forward and takes first one ball in his mouth and then the other, rolling them around gently, coating them with spit, exerting the most careful pressure. As much as he might enjoy a slap to his face and the stinging shock of it, he understands the boy’s admonition was a warning and not an invita
