“I said if you were good, the gag would come off… You lost your priviledge when you talked back to me.” The bald man purred darkly. Mike protested through the gag despite being muffled, letting out a scared whine when his hips were roughly grabbed and pinned down.
“What did I say about behaving?” Richard growled lowly, leering over the security guard like a hungry lion. Mike felt his heart stopped for a moment when his eyes locked with the others, sensing a danger he didn’t know the other could possess. “Are you gonna be a good boy, Mikey?” Richard asked, digging his nails into Mike’s hips. Mike nodded quickly, moving his legs so the other would be situated between them. His hips were released, and the hands went to gently rubbing his thighs.