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Nick shot awake and looked around, confused as to where he was.
There was an eerie shadow lingering over him.
He opened his mouth to scream, but a hand flew over his mouth.
Next thing he knew he was being pushed back down onto the bed.
He looked up and the shadow figure was looming over him, one giant hand still over his mouth and one around his neck.
This startled Nick into full conciseness.
He was immediately aroused by the hand around his neck.
He had been sleeping with Rashawn for a bit now.
But no matter how hard he begged for Rashawn to fuck him he had always refused claiming that “the time wasn't right”.
That now looked like that was all about to change.
Nick tried to speak, and Rashawn hissed in his ear
“you are not going to say a word. You are going to listen to me and do exactly as I say. You hear me?”
“Yes daddy” was all Nick managed to choke out.
“Good boy.” That was all Rashawn said before getting to work.
Nick had had a suspicion that this was going to happen and had prepped before falling asleep.
He watched patiently as Rashawn pulled rope out of the bedside table.
He let a small moan escape.
A hard slap was placed across his face.
“I told you to not make a sound.”
Rashawn took Nicks clothes off and flipped him over.
“You are not going to be a brat. You are not going to be a bad boy.”
With every sentence another slap was placed across Nicks ass.
Rashawn put Nick in child's pose and tied his hands together above his head.
“Tonight, daddy is going to brand you.” he hissed as he pulled out a candle and lighter.
He let the wax drip onto Nicks skin and spelled out RK.
“Now everybody will know you belong to me. Rashawn King.”