Elian

The boy approached, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else, something James couldn't quite place.

"You okay?" Elian asked, his voice low and gentle. He was dressed in his usual work clothes, a stark contrast to James's nakedness.

James nodded, his voice strained. "Yeah," he managed, the lie thick on his tongue. The bird had flown away, but the memory of its touch lingered, a phantom sensation that seemed to pulse through his cock.

Elian stepped closer, his eyes scanning James's bruised and marked body.

James's smile was tight, a grimace that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's fine," he said, his voice strained. "It's just... part of the job. And it's better this and the others that I will have to do for the community rather than breaking stones and receiving lashes. By the way, the day after our meeting, you were no longer at the quarry? Elian looked at him from the tip of the colored penis to his eyes and said, "They didn't appreciate our confidences, and Mr. Gravel left it to Steel to decide what to do since he was replacing him, and he fired me. I believe he didn't want you to have anyone on your side. That man is a monster. I know what he did to you. I can still see the marks from the whips.

Elian frowned, his eyes lingering on the birdseed still clinging to James's cock.

James took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Elian's.

Elian's gaze followed James's, lingering on the birdseed that still clung to his erect cock. He frowned, his eyes narrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.

James took a deep breath.

“Reason why it's better to have some feed on the penis and the company of the birds. Anyway, as i said, this is just one of the many jobs they have decided i will have to do. Mr. Gravel finally did me the favor of taking me out of the quarry.

Elian continued to gaze, captivated, at James's muscular and toned physique, crucified, and the shadow of the straw hat, the only relief from the sun. Elian said, "As absurd as it seems, you are happy with all of this. What kind of other humiliating jobs await you? James curled his lip as if displeased by that comment and replied, "I don't know. Already tomorrow I'll have a new one. And anyway, in a way, I feel important for the city.

Elian's eyes widened, understanding dawning on his face. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out tentatively. "Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice filled with a gentle concern that James hadn't heard from anyone else in the town.

James nodded, his body trembling with a mix of relief and anticipation as Elian carefully began to remove the birdseed. The other man's touch was featherlight, his thumb tracing the length of James's cock with a tenderness that had James biting back a gasp.

"It's okay," Elian murmured, his eyes never leaving James's face.

"Thank you," James whispered, his voice cracking.

"Don't thank me," Elian said, his eyes never leaving James's face. "This isn't right, what they're doing to you."

"But it's the deal," James replied, his voice a mere whisper.

Elian's eyes searched James's, the emotion in them a tumultuous storm. "There's more to you than just a scarecrow," he said firmly. "More than just a body to be used and discarded."

"But they all watch," James whispered, his eyes searching Elian's face. "They all... they all enjoy it."

Elian's grip on the chain tightened, his knuckles white with anger. "That doesn't make it right," he said firmly. "You're more than their entertainment, James. You're a person, with feelings and desires of your own."

"But the town, my family " James protested weakly, "they... they need me like this."

"No," Elian's voice was firm, his hand still wrapped around the chain attached to James's hook. "They need to see you as you truly are, not just some... some plaything."

"That's not how things are. I am the pride of the city and my family. You should see their looks, their words when they show that they are proud of me."

Elian's eyes searched his, the understanding in them unwavering. " Elian all your good intentions make me feel not special but wrong... wouldn't you want to do anything to me now? You wouldn't want to play with my body... maybe pull the chain... it's attached to my anus... come on Elian...” James continued, the words feeling both liberating and terrifying on his tongue.

Elian nodded slowly, the fury in his gaze morphing into something else, something more complex. He took a step closer, the chain attached to James's hook jangling softly. Elian bent down to the ground and picked a nettle from the grass using a handkerchief. He held it by the stem and said, "Do you want me to tickle your penis with this... do you want me to then leave but only after having rubbed it on every sensitive part of you... leaving it on you... do you want something like this... no need to nod... I know... and I can't stay here for this... because I might start doing similar things to you... and I don't know where it would end..."

Elian took a step back, his cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal.

"If that's what you want," James said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I won't stop you.Also because even if I wanted you to stay, I am unable to stop you. " he added, shaking his arms a bit, bound to those of the cross. The penis moved following those movements as if that part of James didn't want Elian to leave.

"It's better that I go," Elian murmured.

James nodded, his eyes never leaving Elian's. "I know," he said softly, his voice thick with a mix of fear and longing. James watched Elian walk away, knowing he would never see him again. That thought, tinged with sadness about what their story could have been, was overshadowed by another one: the work that awaited him the following day, about which he knew nothing.