I creep over to the other side of the bed, and very slowly pick up Keegan’s free wrist so I can get it closer to the other side of the bed. He grumbles, but I manage to get him chained to this side too.
Good thing he isn’t as light a sleeper as Samantha.
I mean, he can wake up now, but I don’t want him to wake the other two so I grab one of the discarded shirts and tie it around his mouth.
That’s what finally gets him to wake.
Keegan makes a muffled sound and tries to sit up, only to run into resistance from the chains. His eyes go wide and he casts a look around the dark room until he spots me.
I wave to him.
“Hi, Keegan,” I whisper. “Sorry to do this to you. I mean, absolutely not sorry.”
Keegan struggles against the chain. I pull his duvet off of him, revealing that he’s sleeping in just his t-shirt and some boxers.
When I get closer, Keegan tries to kick me, but I grab his ankle and slam it back down to the bed.
“Yeah, none of that,” I say as I snap cuff number three around his ankle. He fights me as I tug on the chain so I can fasten it to the leg of the bed. Securing his other leg is easier, since he has less leverage.
When I have him spread eagle and immobilized, I step back and smile.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say as I pull on the hem of his boxers. “You did some very nasty things to me, and I haven’t paid you back yet.”
Keegan’s eyes widen as I lift my knife to his boxers. His muffled protests make me laugh as I cut away the fabric to reveal his cock.
I wish I could say it was small, but honestly, it’s pretty average. Nothing to write home about either, though.
I lift up his shirt and cut that away too.
“Let’s even the playing field a bit,” I say once I have him naked.
Keegan shakes his head.
What does he think I’m going to do to him?
I grin down at him. “How big of a bottle can you handle? A beer bottle? Or should we go straight for wine?”
Yeah, that makes him panic. He struggles against the chains, but I didn’t bring any low quality shit. These chains would keep even the toughest bodybuilder incapacitated.
I rummage around my backpack while he struggles, until I find the markers and the camera.
This is going to be so much fun.
“You wrote on me,” I say, holding up the permanent marker. “I’ll return the favor.”
Keegan stomach quivers as I put the marker against his skin. I start drawing a cock and balls, and I write “cum dumpster” across his pecs.
I add little tears to his cheeks, and I writetrashacross his forehead.
“You look better like this,” I say to him as I add more lines to his stomach. “I’ll have to decide which of these to cut into.”
Keegan struggles some more, and it’s honestly so funny that he thinks I would do that.
“I’m joking!” I say. “I mean, I’mnot, but making you bleed would kind of fuck my plan.”
I turn on his bedside lamp so I have a better view of him.
He’s panicking alotconsidering I haven’t even done anything to him! I laugh and hold up my camera.
