Mike doesn't think, he panics, and his arms instinctively jerk towards something. They hit nothing but canvas, and he tries to sit up, tries to do something, but he winds up trying to make himself physically smaller. It doesn't work. He'd thought that section was just for the punishment. He was wrong.
He's always fucking wrong.
"Yes, sir," he manages, voice smaller than he'd hoped, desperate and cracking with worry fear and, somehow, he's still horny. He's almost started to crave Liam handling him roughly, almost as much as he craves those fingers around his neck.
"Yessir," he says, and it's louder, ringing off the walls.
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Mike doesn't think, he panics, and his arms instinctively jerk towards something. They hit nothing but canvas, and he tries to sit up, tries to do something, but he winds up trying to make himself physically smaller. It doesn't work. He'd thought that section was just for the punishment. He was wrong.
He's always fucking wrong.
"Yes, sir," he manages, voice smaller than he'd hoped, desperate and cracking with worry fear and, somehow, he's still horny. He's almost started to crave Liam handling him roughly, almost as much as he craves those fingers around his neck.
"Yessir," he says, and it's louder, ringing off the walls.