I had a headache and I was still pissed as Hell, but that didn't stop me from knowing when the game had begun.I had a headache and I was still pissed as Hell, but that didn't stop me from knowing when the game had begun. "I can't..." He took a swing at me. A clumsy swing, obviously pulled, but a swing nonetheless. I struck back with the staff and without finesse, hitting him on the thigh with a less than solid strike. He recoiled, and I grabbed him by the wrist, wheeling around him with one hand and pinning his arm behind his back. "Don't move, Aaden." I thought for a moment and a pair of gravitics manacles came whizzing out of the bedroom. I put one around his left wrist and let it go, ordering it up into the air. I did the same with his right. "Okay, you asked for it." I walked around him easily. "First, those are coming off." I reached onto my desk for a pair of scissors and began cutting the baggy, loose-fitting cotton pants off of his body. He whimpered softly as I got close to his manhood, but I didn't want him damaged. Just hurting. The top, held shut with a wide belt about the waist, came off just as easily. I recognized the outfit as some form of stylized gi. Naked, his tail dropping to the floor, he looked much better. "Fuck with me, huh?" I said, swinging the heavy club down and hitting his ass. |