sir-st-james: “What’s the problem, boy? In over your head?” I sat on the bed watch
sir-st-james: “What’s the problem, boy? In over your head?” I sat on the bed watching him as he stumbled and fell against the wall. “N-no Sir…” He stammers, bracing himself. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you. And if you can’t even handle wrist restraints… How did you ever thing you were going to survive everything else?” I folded my hairy arms across my bare chest. He licks his lips nervously. “Well… Maybe I don’t actually have any experience with this.” I chuckled. “I knew that from the moment you messaged me. You talked a big game… You’re lucky I don’t force you to hold up your end of the bargain.” “Thank you Sir!” He says gratefully, struggling a little with the restraints. “So how about this. I’ll leave you be for a bit and you can think about it. Then I’ll come back and either let you go or we can continue. Sound good?” I asked, standing up and moving behind him. He nodded, and I unceremoniously tossed him back onto the bed. “Now stay. I’ll be back in a bit for your answer.” -- source link