We spent most of the weekend vegetating. I unpacked a few boxes and hung some pictures. Other than that, I just did some laundry and we watched football on Sunday. Lion still isn’t feeling well so I’m sure tonight will be about the same.
At one point, we snuggled last night and I was just idly playing with my weenie. Lion said it felt good but he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere. I didn’t think he would. I was just snuggling. He might have been feeling horny but it takes a while for a body to recover.
Lion is very appreciative of my taking care of him. I’m never sure why he’s shocked that I do. He says no one has ever taken care of him the way I do. I find that hard to believe. It’s possible he doesn’t remember. Or maybe he was never really sick enough for anyone to step in. In either case, I do whatever I can for him. It’s the right thing to do.
Another right thing to do is to make sure I keep Lion safe while we play. He likes his balls tied tightly. There have been times I’ve tied them a little too tightly. He tells me and I loosen the rope. When I use the nasty little clothespins on the tip of his cock, I can see him struggling but he doesn’t ask me to stop. He’ll say he can’t take it anymore, but he never actually asks to stop. I will if he does. When I’m spanking him and he’s yelping, sometimes he tells me it’s enough and glares at me, but he never actually asks me to stop.
It’s my job to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Obviously he can’t see his buns or asshole when I’m playing with him. Things may be fine from his perspective, but I might see a problem. It’s his job to let me know when he can’t handle it anymore. He’s the one feeling things. Between the two of us, he’ll be safe.