Very interesting. Hues follow the movement, gaze settling on the hand flipping him off. How rude. Well, just because the boy was humorous didn’t mean he wasn’t going to teach the little one a lesson in respecting his elders. He’d play along for a moment longer. Body shifts up, allowing room for his movements. Stoney’s wrists are moved together, one large hand joining them to keep them in place. The other hand grabs at the handcuffs so carelessly thrown to the ground earlier.
“Be a good boy.” The leader coos, placing the cuffs back on the other’s wrists – if not a little too tight for good measure. Next comes his tie, using it to wrap the wrists as well. He has to make sure his little pet doesn’t get free again. Restrained wrists are pulled up by the tie, wrapping the end around the handle of the door; the other digits easily unbutton his thief’s pants. “And maybe, I won’t go so hard on you.” Hand easily pushes the pants and boxers down, hues never leaving the other’s facial features. He wants to see that smug look leave his face. Seat is once again taken, smirk lifting to the leader’s features.
A feigned pout is offered to the younger, left arm moving to pull Stoney’s legs up. Opposing hand moves up, coming down on the boy’s bare bottom with a hard, powerful smack.
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