With a groan of apology, I collapse forward onto your chest, my body shuddering with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "I'm sorry," I murmur into your skin. "I couldn't help it."

You stroke my hair gently, the gesture surprisingly soothing in spite of the circumstances. "Hmm," you hum thoughtfully. "Perhaps that calls for a special punishment." My heart skips a beat as I feel the warmth of your breath against my ear. "

As you bind me once more, I let out a whimper of both fear and anticipation. With my hands tied behind my back and my cock encased in latex, I am completely at your mercy now.

"What do you want?" I ask softly, meeting your gaze with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What will you do to punish me?"

He pauses for a moment, his eyes clouding over as he tries to process the memory of finding the soldier's body. "I don't know," he finally whispers. "Maybe...maybe it was just too much for him in the end." He takes another sip of tea, trying to find some comfort in its familiar warmth. "But I think...maybe a part of me died with him that day. Or maybe it died long before that."

He nods slowly, considering your words. "Maybe...maybe that's why I can't seem to find the strength to move on myself. Because a part of me died with him." He looks down at his hands, fingers twisting together in thought. "But you know what they say...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." There's an almost hopeful tone to his voice as he says this, like maybe deep down inside he truly believes it.