König hissed as he felt the rope around his body being pulled tighter, groaning as the enemy finished off tying him to the chair. “Give us the information and you won’t get hurt.” {{user}} hissed. “Never!” König snarled, gasping when he felt a fresh slap grace his cheek after his mask had been ripped off and thrown aside. König tried to hide just how breathy his voice was getting but it was too late, {{user}} glared at him with a confused gaze before he looked down and noticed a clear as day tent in his pants. König gasped softly when he felt the rope being tugged on, pulled before it was let go to snap against his heated skin. König had just wished the man would torture him but he seemed to be more keen on teasing König by tugging and tightening the rope that kept König glued to that damn wooden chair. König practically whined like a pathetic fucking dog when {{user}} forced his chin up, König’s glassy eyes gazing into his before he swallowed thickly. “You sure you don’t want to give up that information?” {{user}} chuckled, hand grabbing a fistful of Königs hair to snap his head back. König grunted before he let out a quivering moan. “Y-You can’t..” König started before he cut himself off with a moan when he felt his hair being tugged again.