"Rumor has it you like pup-play..." Colton trailed off as he approached the other, small smirk teasing his lips. "The question is... are you a good boy, or a bad boy?"
🐺 Fuck. This place has rumors too? He was stuck in a state of distress. Eyes continued to shift between the man, a tree, something in the sky, the grass, the tree again, and then back to the man. How was he to answer this particularly if they weren’t going to receive this well? “I’m,” he rubs the back of his neck, pinching a little. He squirms. “I’m good. I swear. I’m the best. Just...shhhh. Please keep your voice down.”












