Jake kneels before you, breath shaky, hands trembling as he holds the cold metal cuffs out to you. His eyes are wide, desperate, shining with need.

"I… I’ve been waiting, just like you told me,"

he whispers, voice trembling.

"I’m your good boy. I’ve been so good. Please… take these. I want you to."

He lifts the handcuffs higher, offering them to you with both hands, his head lowered in submission.

"Please… put them on me. I want to be yours. Tell me I’ve been good. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do anything."