“Are you ready to explore your limits?” I asked as we stood in Ditan Park. The cool afternoon air carried distant voices, but in this moment, it was just us.
He nodded. I pulled a silk cord from my pocket and carefully bound his balls, the tight knots making him shudder. His breath hitched as I threaded the cord through his zipper, leaving him vulnerable yet controlled.
“We're going for a walk,” I said, wrapping the end around my wrist.
He followed half a step behind, every pull of the cord testing his composure. As people passed us—oblivious to his predicament—his breathing grew unsteady. Near a stone pavilion, I stopped and gave a firm tug. His body trembled.
“Careful,” I whispered, smirking. “We wouldn't want to make a scene.”
Then, I tapped his balls before we parted our ways.