Blue glared at the sight of this nonsense. Ridiculous! He wanted to but the boyâs legs below his waist, but if he did that, heâd have a clear shot of kicking right in the groin. God knows Blue didnât want that to happen..
He had to..calm him down. How can he do that. Right! They were in Blueâs room afterall. He had..certain equipment. Blue stood up, patting his hands on his legs before stepping over to his closet. He stood there for a minute, deciding what should he use. Then he made sort of an â ooh â sound in awe, knowing what he wanted.Â
Eventually he brought back a rope, and a scarf, then shut his closet door.Â
" Câmon now, youâd better hold still or else itâll end up leaving scars, and pain. " He began to easily tie the younger maleâs hands together, making sure it was tight with no mercy, and grabbing at his ankles so theyâd bind, too. It was tiring just typing up such an active person. Jeez, he needed stronger alcohol.Â
Oh, the other got off... Was this possible a chance to run?...No, of course not. He was in no shape to run, if he tried to stand up, he'd fall... Plus, the other was right there, he'd be caught with his slow movements.
" Ufwgh! "
Too weak to resist, too slow. Damn that drink, damn it to hell...
" Hfffh.. "
Looking down at his tied hand and ankles that he couldn't use anymore he started thinking... Ugh, it was hard to even think in this state, it was a pain in the ass now. ...But maybe he could use his mouth if the other was close enough.










