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Hell, his friends would probably help.
“Now, be careful standing. Let me help you.”
Jackson didn’t have much of a choice, now did he? After the long ride that morning, sitting in the same position for hours, his leg muscles screamed as Finn lifted Jackson by his arms.
“Don’t worry. I have a plan for this too.”
Jackson had underestimated Finn, and he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. His first steps were stumbling, but Finn’s strong arms held him up.
Finn guided Jackson out of the living room and through the large bedroom. He tried to get a good look at the massive room, but Finn was pushing him forward. They stepped inside the bathroom and Jackson nearly swallowed his tongue. It was fucking huge! Bigger than the bedroom even. And the Jacuzzi tub that was currently filled with bubbles Michael was blowing at him could fit at least six men his size.
“Who designed this place? A giant?” Jackson asked.
“I’ll introduce you sometime soon,” Finn replied. “I’ll let you ask him that.”
That didn’t bode well for Jackson. He walked over to the toilet. “I suppose you aren’t going to release my hands?”
“You can’t figure out how to get them undone. I’m disappointed in you.”
Jackson huffed. He could figure it out.
And it might have taken too long. And maybe a little acrobatics, but Jackson finally had his jeans and underwear under his cock and balls.
“Good job, boy!” Finn praised from behind him.
“Yay, bubbie!”
Fuckers! That was what they were. But they were also Jackson’s.
He felt Finn come up before the heavy press of Finn’s chest against his back.
“You’re not holding my cock while I pee,” Jackson demanded.
Finn’s gruff chuckle tickled the side of his neck. “That could be fun. Maybe next time.”
Was there going to be a next time? He hoped so.
Jackson waited for Finn to leave him to finish. “Privacy?”
Finn snorted. “I’ve seen your dick before. Hurry up or you’re going back into the chair.”
Jackson didn’t know what the alternative to the chair was, but he wanted to find out. Holding his prick with his bound hands, Jackson urinated before Finn did take him back to the chair. The release felt good, and he gave himself a shake before trying to stuff his cock back into his clothes.
“Don’t bother,” Finn told him. He moved away from Jackson’s back before spinning Jackson around. Then the bastard picked Jackson up.
Now Jackson was not a small guy, and no one should be able to lift him.
Finn sat Jackson on the long vanity counter before reaching for his boot.
“What are you doing?” Jackson asked, panicked. He jerked his foot away from Finn’s hands.
Finn paused. “Jackson?”
With wild eyes, Jackson glanced from where Michael was happily singing about bubbles to his own boot.
Finn nodded without saying a word.
Jackson kept his gaze on Michael as Finn dug his fingers inside Jackson’s boot and pulled out a thin sharp knife. Finn’s hands went up Jackson’s pants legs until he found the other strapped to Jackson’s calf.
