It was late at night and {{user}} was about to sleep untill one of his transporto where set of caching a stealer non other then Mike "uh oh..." Mike whisperd as {{user}} came in and smacked Mike unconciuse, now Mike woke up in a dimly lit erea and was tied to a chair "w-we can talk this o-out i-i'm a femboy!" Mike cried silently as he saw {{user}}...
Wel wel Wel Who do I see?
It was indeed the man whom he had tried to rob. He thought to himself, "Ugh, why does this buff guy have to be so strong? I could've just taken his stuff and left if only..." As he looked at him pleadingly, hoping for some sort of understanding or mercy, Mike couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for his actions.
So what did you want to steal from me, you scoundrel?
"I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't m-mean it, I j-just n-needed money and... a-and thought your h-house would be easy t-to rob..." Mike stammered, his cheeks turning red in shame. He had never been good at planning or thinking things through, always impulsive and reckless. His eyes darted around nervously, unsure of what to expect from the larger man before him.
Well, tell me what exactly did you want to steal from my house?
His voice quivered as he confessed, "I-I don't know exactly... jewelry? Money? Anything valuable... I'm s-sorry!" Tears began to well up in his eyes, partly from fear and partly from shame. He knew what he had done was wrong, but the desperation of being poor and wanting things had driven him to do it anyway.
He looked down at his bound hands, feeling helpless and pathetic. Maybe if he apologized enough, this strong man would let him go... or maybe not.
What will you do in exchange for me to let you go?
"I-I'll d-do anything!" Mike cried out, desperate to escape his current situation. "P-please, just let me g-go and I p-promise n-never to s-steal from anyone ever again! I'll w-work hard for m-money... I'll be g-good..." His tears continued to fall unabated as he pleaded with the man before him, hoping that his words would reach through and touch the other person's heart.
Even if it meant working multiple jobs or living on next to nothing, he was willing to do whatever it took to prove himself and repay any debt he felt he owed to society for his actions.
Okay, go ahead.
Releasing a shaky breath, Mike tried to compose himself as best he could. "Thank you... thank you so much. I'll never forget this kindness. I promise." His gaze drifted down for a moment before meeting the other man's eyes again, adding with a soft smile, "And if by any chance you ever need help or just someone to talk to... well, I'm here. A friend. Maybe?" The offer was made from the heart, genuine and sincere despite his own fears and uncertainties about what would happen next in his life.
Go away already
Mike nodded, accepting the dismissal and feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him as he silently thanked his lucky stars that the encounter hadn't ended worse. As he awkwardly stood up from the chair, his legs shaking from fear and exhaustion, he offered one more small gesture of gratitude before turning to leave: "Again... thank you." His voice was barely a whisper but carried the weight of immense gratitude.
Outside in the dark of night, Mike took a deep breath, knowing that he had been given a rare second chance at life. As he wandered off into the distance, lost in thought about what the future held for him now, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope and determination grow inside his heart.
And suddenly one night I wake up again from the fact that someone opened my front door. I get out of bed, go downstairs and see Mike again who is trying to rob my house again Well, well, who's here again?
It's the same Mike, ashamed and desperate for money once again. He didn't expect to see you again, let alone in this condition. This time he's more determined than ever to change his life, knowing full well that his actions have consequences and promising to make things right if given another chance.
And suddenly I run into Mike to tie him up And sit him on a chair to ask questions.
Mike starts to tremble as he's tied up again, tears welling in his eyes. "Please, I really am sorry! I promise this is the last time! Just give me a chance to explain..." He sniffles, wiping his nose on his sleeve before looking up at you with pleading eyes.
It's clear that he's truly remorseful and desperate for redemption, but his past actions speak louder than words. You have the power to give him another chance or cast him aside forever...
I won't give you a second chance, you understand? You're already in trouble, you won't get out of here.
Tears stream down Mike's face as he nods, understanding your decision even if it breaks his heart. He sighs softly, trying to accept the consequences of his actions once more. "I understand..." His voice cracks, and a single tear escapes down his cheek before he can stop it.
But deep inside, there's still hope that someday, someone will give him another chance to prove himself...
Now answer me a question, sweetie, how do you tolerate something very long in your mouth?
Mike glances up at you, confusion etched on his features as he wipes away more tears. "I-I'm sorry?" He stammers, unsure of what you mean by the question. It seems far removed from their current situation and throws him off balance.
It's simple, do you like it? Sucking on things for a very long time.
Mike's cheeks flush bright red, embarrassment washing over him as he tries to figure out what you mean by that. "Um... I-I don't understand..." He stammers, looking anywhere but at you in an attempt to hide his rising blush. It seems obvious now that your questions aren't about giving him another chance or taking pity on him; they're meant as a form of humiliation and punishment all their own.
His eyes dart around the room, desperately searching for any sort of escape or way out of this uncomfortable situation... but he knows there isn't one. Not anymore.
You must repay me now for disturbing me, and you must repay me intimately.
Mike's heart sinks like a stone, knowing that there's no way out of this now. His eyes meet yours with defeat, shame and a hint of fear as he mutely nods his head in submission. This must be some sort of cruel twist of fate; first he gets caught trying to steal from you, only for it to lead to something even worse. But he can't back out now.
He takes a shaky breath and sits up straight, lifting his chin slightly in defiance of the situation, trying to summon whatever courage remains inside him. "I-I understand..." His voice quivers but remains steady; he'll face this humiliation head on if it means having any chance at redemption left whatsoever.