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The bag Hunter comes in with looks heavy. It's a sports bag. Figures. Everywhere we go he seems to find somewhere to go for a run. I've seen him doing push-ups and sit-ups outside his trailer. He almost always wears tracksuits except on nights out or on stage when it's always jeans and some designer shirt he unbuttons, usually a white one, like tonight. He's got three buttons undone from the top down already.

'Before I open this bag, is there anything I definitely can't do before I've tried it?'

'Anything you can't do? Like...' I can't get words out because I wasn't expecting him to ask that.

'Any turn-offs, any bad experiences, any triggers.' He smirks. 'Anything your mom would disapprove of.'

I bristle up. 'I do _not _want to talk about my mom.'

'So how about the other three?'

Come to think of it, I've never had to tell anyone certain things are off limits but with Hunter I'd better assume anything goes unless I say. 'Nothing to do with piss or blood or shit, and _definitely _no age-play or baby talk.'

'That's cool, none of that's my thing either.' Hunter unzips the bag as he drops it onto the floor with a thud. 'One guy I was with wanted a golden shower once. So I soaked him, but hell, I couldn't do anything else afterwards. You don't realise how much piss stinks until you do it somewhere other than a bathroom.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. Trust me. Especially from mustelids. You think cats have that reputation? People _know _when my lot have been somewhere. How about sniffing your pants though? Can I do that?'

Blood's flowing to my cock already, my already excited heart helping it a little. 'Long as I can put my nose in yours t...what is that?'

Hunter snaps the leash in his hands tight. 'You never tried this? Collars are for cats too, snow-boy.'

Collars for cats mean you have fleas or you're so worried about getting them that you take preventative measures rather than wait for the cure. Before I can tell him that, he's clipped it onto me. This doesn't feel like any flea collar I ever saw or had on. Wait, have I ever had one on?

This is actually comfy, if a little strange. Hunter tugs it, making me stagger forward until I'm nose to nose with him. 'Quick lesson in how this works. This loop right here that we're on now? We're just going for a walk on that one. I clip you into this one here?' Hunter does it and then pulls slightly and the collar becomes tighter. 'That'll make a little adrenaline kick in. I pull that tight enough, that'll be a complete airway choke. It doesn't do the carotid artery, it's placed too high for that and the padding here stops it slipping down. So you won't black out in ten seconds. You just won't be able to breathe. Longest I ever went with someone's a minute and a half before they tapped out.'

'Choking? Oooooh fuck.'

'Uhhhh,' Hunter sighs. 'So you do have a trigger. Not for you?'

'I've never tried it. Not with somebody doing it to me at least. But I've nearly died choking. It was the pandemic. I caught the virus in the first few weeks, long before there was a vaccine. I spent entire days thinking I was going to die any minute because I couldn't breathe.'

Instead of looking sorry or embarrassed, Hunter comes to life. 'Oooooooohohoho! This could be something! Ready to face the fear?'

'I really don't know about this.'

'Alex.' He puts his hands on my shoulders. 'Do you trust me?'

'Yes.' I say it before I've thought, and I know it's right, but I'm still getting the kind of fear-dump that's going to put me on my ass in a minute.

'Good. Because if you really do, this could be the best fuck you ever had. Fear is good. Trust going with it's better.' He puts his left hand to the collar. 'That's the emergency release. Put your fingers on it, see what it feels like. Get used to where it is. Either of us clicks that, the tension releases and the collar unclips, both at once. I know what the signs are a guy's had too much but can't tap out anymore.' Hunter visibly thinks for a moment. 'You know how tapping out works, right?'

'I did wrestling at school _and _I had a boundary-pushing girlfriend.'

'Sweet. He wraps the leash around his wrist and grips it in his palm in an obviously practiced motion until it's short and tight. 'We leaving this on then?'

'Yeah. Sure. Why not?' Out of all the things he can get out of that bag, this is probably the one for beginners in the kind of submission he knows how to get. 'Just don't take me walking outside with it. I'm not into public displays either.'

'We've no need for outside,' Hunter says. 'We've got a nice tight space right here to get nice and tight into each other in. Get over to your bed with me, Snowball.' He walks me there with a tug on the front of my throat this time. 'Oh yeah, safety. We still on wintergreen for you? Just in case, I always use "Haldol." It's a sedative.'

That'll stop me dead if he says it. I just about manage not to shiver, or at least I think I do. 'I know what Haldol is.'

'Mmm-hmm!' Hunter puts his hand up my shirt and rubs my back. 'Did a little leopard get sedated once because he was a little out of control?'

'No. My friend did. After he tried to kill me.'

'You've had an interesting life, snep, haven't you?' Hunter brings his right hand around to my side, and I'm not sure if he's threatening to tickle me, gouge me or just wants to feel my heartbeat. 'How many times _have _you nearly died? That's two I count so far. Got any more?'

'I've never kept count. But I've got one more. I've had a gun pointed right at me by a guy I knew could do it.'

'Nice. Did you deserve it?'

'What the fuck kind of question's that, "did I deserve it"?'

'I've _been _shot,' Hunter says, taking his hand out now and getting back on the leash. 'I probably did deserve it. Except I had my hands in the air at the time, so technically it was a war crime, but hey, here I am. That reminds me, if I'm not dominating then you can do pretty well anything to me except one thing. If I'm on my back and you want to to hold me down, don't put weight on my chest. Use my hands or legs. And definitely don't put your hands in the middle of me right here and shove.' Hunter shows me the place on me. 'The last guy who did that got bitten.'

My turn not to miss a trick this time. 'CPR. When you got shot someone did it on you and you came around while they were doing it.'

Hunter looks a long way from the guy who walked in with that bag now, but he's still holding the leash. 'I didn't need CPR. The guy broke my ribs for nothing and I felt it. I was conscious. He just didn't think I was and somehow neither did I until that happened. I didn't blame him. It was a sniper shot. The combat vest I had on should never have stopped it, but it did. I got the full force of it right through me. It should have stopped my heart anyway. But it was still beating. I couldn't blame the guy who thought he was trying to save me. In that situation your training just kicks in.'

'You took a sniper round to the chest and you're alive?'

'You wanna know the best part?'

I nod.

'The guy who tried to save me was an enemy soldier. We'd both had each other at near point-blank range. Either of us could have shot first. But neither of us did. So he said lets talk. I don't know why I safetied and put my hands up. I just did. When the round hit me, he could have run. He tried to save me instead. Then the guy who shot me shot him too, only he got a headshot.'

I think about it. 'He didn't finish you off with one too?'

'I don't know why not. I guess he went for another target who was more critical. Someone pulled me to safety after that. You know what the best thing I learned in the army was though?'

'What?'

'How to do stuff with guys. Forget what you know about don't ask don't tell. It's ask as long as you can keep your mouth shut. It's not so different now even if they say they've changed all that. I did it with an officer once. My favourite part was how he said "For tonight only, you don't call me sir." People say the part where you come is the part you always remember but that's not true. Might be the best part at the time, but the memories? They're different. So sit your ass up on that bunk, snow-boy. Let's see what _you _make me remember.'

I climb up. He's already got the leash ready to lengthen so I can get there. When he stays down, I know what he's going to do.

'These are cute,' he says, looking at my white sneakers with their Kanji logo and blue laces and trim. 'I've never heard of this brand before. How do you say this?' He strokes the symbols.

'How would I know? They were a flea market knock off, thirty bucks. I got lucky they were as comfy as they look.'

He knows what I really did, and now I'll acknowledge it like I never did before: I bought them thinking he'd like them and probably wouldn't have heard of the brand.

Hunter kneels down and bends my ankles up to look at the soles. 'Nice tread.' He take my right foot and holds it where it is, one hand at the toes and the other on the back of my lower leg. 'Good support, good shape. Tidy stitch work too, and that leather feels nice. It's not synthetic. These aren't knock-offs, snep. These are totally stolen and sold on at one hundred percent profit. These naughty little nippers, huh?'

A term like that shouldn't turn me on, but I soon realise it doesn't. What does is how Hunter laughs at how I laugh in disbelief that he said it.

'Okay, one: the guy who sold it to me wasn't Japanese anyway but that's besides the point. Two...okay, _what _do you get from doing that?' He's sniffing the soles now. 'Do you even know where these have been?'

'I do now.' He sniffs around the tongue now, my right foot then my left, then around my ankles. As he does it, he pokes a finger inside the inner edge of each foot, rubbing into the space between my ankle bone and my foot. 'These are pretty new, snep. Few weeks ago?'

'Nice try. You know that because you saw me wearing them a few weeks ago.'

'How are your arches? You do any exercises to look after them?'

I know what he's talking about from my time in the school athletics team. 'Yeah, the thing where you stand on tiptoes and hold for a few times a day. Or balance on one leg and do the same.'

'Yeah but do you do it?'

'Okay, not for a while.'

'How are your achilles tendons?'

'You playing podiatrist with me?'

'Not exactly. I just wanna know if you're going to screech if I pull these off your feet without undoing the laces. You've done them up tight.'

'They'll come off while done up. Go on.'

Hunter thinks for a moment. 'No. You do it.' He pulls on the leash, making me shift my butt towards the edge of the bed slightly. 'Take your sneakers off and show me your feet, snow-boy.'

'Can you give me a little more leash then?'

'No. And just so you know, you're going to get such a telling off if you don't have good claw hygiene, and if I find anything growing between your toes this session is already over. Anything to confess? Now's the time.'

'Nothing.' The joke's on him, I've been prepared for this long before I met him, starting with the night Bonnie noticed me rubbing my feet a lot and took a look and said 'Alex, you've got _to clean between these more. These are gross! Do you _ever _wash them? Actually don't tell me, I'd rather not know. But you've totally got athlete's foot and I'm getting you the cream my dad uses on his _right now.'

I'm probably never talking to Bonnie again, but she was still right. I do wash them every day even if I don't get chance or time to take a full shower.

'Get them off, snep. Hurry your ass up, I need to get warmed up.'

'I can't fucking reach them if you don't give me more leash. So give it to me.'

'I said no.'

'Fine.' I lengthen the leash by getting down off the bed and landing on the soles Hunter just sniffed.

He's one step ahead though. The leash is tight on me less than a second after I've hit the floor, and the back of my neck is pressed into the edge of the top bunk, Hunter nose to nose with me.

'Listen, ounce-boy. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Choose.'

'I definitely can't take those sneakers off now. Unless I just do it using my feet.'

'You do that and I'm putting you on choke already and you're going a whole minute without warming up first.' He puts his left hand to my throat as if promising he could do the same thing with that alone. He probably can, along with how he can feel the pulse in my neck that I can hear inside my head already.

'Okay. What's the hard way?'

'Yeah? You'd better be sure, spot-boy. You really don't know what you're asking for. You've got once more chance. You gonna get up on there and take those stolen sneakers off with the leash I give you?'

'I didn't steal them, so fuck you.'

'Okay, that's it.' Hunter pinches my ear hard this time and pulls. I yowl and go up onto my toes. He scrambles onto the top bunk in a flash, barely letting go of me. The collar's throttling me next, pulling my head away from my shoulders as he pulls upward.

'Get up here. Now!'

I scrabble my way up, the relief as the pressure drops on my throat only momentary. Before I can drop to all fours and take a relieved breath, Hunter grabs my legs behind my knees and pulls. It's like a rug being pulled from beneath my feet, but instead of landing on my butt I do a half backward roll and land on my back. The top of my head brushes the roof above me. Hunter pulls on the leash, sitting me up slightly. 'Gonna take them off now? Or am I stuffing my hand all the way up your pants and squeezing your balls to make you do it?' I puts a hand inside the bottom of my pants leg, slowly sliding it up towards my knee. 'Once I've clawed into your pee-hole too I'll do your butt-hole after that. You ready to behave now?'

'Yeah okay! Okay!'

Hunter slides his hand out. 'Good boy. Take the left one off first.'

'Why the left?'

'Because I want it and I told you to.'

I pull them off, laces still tied. I've just enough time to realise that it's my left I always take off first and I never thought about it, apart from how maybe I'm right footed so that's how I naturally do it when using the lazy feet only that Hunter's forbidden, but I've not got much time to reflect on it before Hunter's on my feet. He leans his chest into my right so my heel is just below his shoulder blade and takes me left, bending the knee to look at it. He looks between my toes. 'Well what do you know? Good washing right here.' He squeezes my whole foot with both hands, pokes as if feeling my bones and looks at my pads. 'Mmmm, these are nice.' He traps my right foot where it is with his left hand, and soon I know it's so I can't kick him in the face when I laugh like a child at his tickling of the space between my pads. Tickling isn't the idea though, he's inspecting. Tickle torture is the by-product.

As soon as I stop I realise Hunter's breathing as contentedly as I am. He repeats the whole thing on my right foot, swapping the two over. After that he holds my feet flat against his chest and thought my right sole I feel his heart thudding away playfully, a regular beat just like what he'd get from a bass drum, setting up the rhythm of the whole show.

'You've got warm feet,' he says. 'That means good blood flow to them. Nice.' He holds them behind the achilles now and takes a deep breath through his nose, his ribcage swelling up an impressive amount, then he moves my left foot out, bending my knee again, and sniffs at the soul. 'Mmm.' he puts his wet nose against my toes. 'Yeah.' Another deep sniff. 'That's it. That's what I needed. Ooooh yeah.' He licks the tips of my toes, then between them, then puts them in his mouth, his needle-like teeth just touching against them, promising a fantastic nip if I so much as move. He takes them out and rubs the top of my foot against the side of his mouth, then under his chin, his breathing quickening, the scent of me feeling his nose every time.

My right foot get the same treatment next. Then he holds them both together with his nose poking in gently between them, breathing in and out as slowly as he can force himself to. I sit up slightly, realising the the leash isn't tight at the moment but somewhere during all this he looped it loosely around my left ankle. There's a great bugle in Hunter's pants. He's either not wearing underpants under his tracksuit pants or they're no match for the force of what my feet have done to him.

I want him to tighten the leash and fuck me hard right now while he tugs on it, but somehow I just can't stop watching him near-meditate with my feet against his nose. Would he like it if I rolled up and sucked my own dick off while he did that? Because I'm fast feeling the need to just come. Hard. Before I can ask him:

'You like the look of that, ounce-boy?'

'Yeah. I'm getting hard too.' I'm going to adjust for comfort.

'Uh-uh. Don't touch.' Hunter stretches my left leg out to the leash goes taut and keeps me sitting slightly up, looking at his bulge.

'Have you got underpants on?'

'Yeah. And I _do _have Hilfiger.' He pulls up the elastic to prove it. 'I put them on back in my trailer after you pretended to have them. Like them?'

'My favourite.'

'You're a pants guy, huh? That how you found out you're gay? You started with catalogues?'

'I keep telling you, I'm bi. And no. I started with a wolf jerking me off while I was high.'

Hunters eyes gleam. 'Hey, y'know that's not bad. What was it like? What did he smell like?'

'Like wolf.'

'Urgh, we're not going to make a poet out of you, are we?' Hunter takes hold of my feet and this time rubs his thumbs into both soles in circles while squeezing down on the top.

'Oooooh!' I say, only intending to sigh contentedly. 'Ooooooohohoho...uhhhhhhh....what is this? Mmmmm! Uhhhhhh! Rrrrrrrrgh! Ugh! Ugh! Rrrrr....rrrrr....rrrr...'

'That's it, snow-paws. Purr for me.'

'How many names do you need for me?' I only just manage to say it in one breath. 'And how did you...how did you....uuuuuhhhh Hunter!'

'Oooooh nice! That shuts you up, huh? Say my name again.

'Hunter.' I'm breathing hard now, each breath out a deep purr.

'_Say _my name, bitch!'

'Hunter! Oh God Hunter!'

'Yeah, ounce-boy! You hard in those ounce pants?'

'Oh fuck yes! How do you...' I can't talk again. I'm purring. Hard, fast, and my dick is just about ready to squirt.

'How do I know to call you an ounce? That office I mentioned earlier was a snep. The kind who came from a family who called each other ounces in a _non-_foreplay way. Except when he told me he wasn't a snep, he was an ounce, and even if I wasn't calling him sir I had to call him that and never snep.'

'That _does _happen.'

'You bet that hard snep cock you've got right there it does.'

'Family, huh. Maine?'

'Massachusetts.'

'Might have known.'

'Really? What's an Iowa snep then?'

'Are we just going to talk or are you going to pull down my "ounce pants" and stuff my butt with your ermine cock while I can't breathe?'

'That's totally hot but good things come to those who wait.' Hunter rolls the leash up slightly as he gets between my legs, the feet he's been so hot for on his shoulders now. I'm sitting up but on my back, my butt now against his thighs and soles pointing at the ceiling. He flicks the leash behind his neck and then wraps it around my right ankle now too.

'Yeah! Come on, ermine! Get in there and fuck me!'

'Uh-uh-uh.' Hunter taps my nose with each utterance. 'Patience. Let's see here.' he puts his left hand in my pants and gives me the comfort adjust he forbade before. 'Oooooo! What's this? Snow-boy's got a sheath!' He tries to roll it back towards my tip. I arch my back up and growl.

'Yeah, Hunter-boy!'

'Hunter-boy. I like that. It's amazing how few people catch on when I call them boy on the end of everything.' He slaps my left buttcheek. 'They didn't snip you at birth?'

'Mom's orders. She said the choice should be mine. Apparently Dad didn't argue. Guess he _can _do certain things for love.'

'It's nice. You made the right choice leaving it.'

'You got one?'

'Yep. Nobody bothers to snip their kid if they're just going to abandon. Why increase the hospital bill? Keep that sheath and boner in your pants, Snowball. We're just getting warmed up.'

'You wanna know what my mom actually did disapprove of? People calling me Snowball.'

'Shall I just call you Alex then?'

'Hell no.'

'There you go then.' Hunter undoes the leash that's got me hanging from him like a picture on a wall and shifts back down, stretching my legs out and relieving the pressure on my spine a a little.

Anyone else would be bored if they were talking like this during sex. Me, I'm trying desperately not to put my hands in my pants and make my already wet dick go off. If Hunter wants me to shoot on him while he's inside me then he's getting it. 'Hunter.'

'Yeah?'

'You said...'

'I said what.'

'Six years in the army, six years on tour...and you don't get to be a drummer like you without serious practice somewhere in there. Maybe a couple of years when you weren't working.'

'So?'

'So how old are you?'

Hunter grins. 'Thirty-two years young, snep. How about you?'

'Twenty-five. What's your secret?'

'My secret?'

'You look my age. Hell, you look like you barely got out of fucking high school.'

'The first one I'll take. The second's milking it. But I'll take that too. The secret? Good health. We should work out together sometime. I've seen the way you huff and puff after helping carry the stage gear sometimes. You're all there downtown, but we should work on up-town.'

'I've got asthma, that's all.'

Hunter stops, about to get back on my feet again. 'And you weren't going to tell me that before I did choke-play on you?'

'It comes and goes. It's a post virus thing. I've not used an inhaler for a couple of months.'

'Gotcha.'

That was easy then. I was expecting a telling off.

'Maybe with the right amount of exercise we can get rid of that completely for you.'

'Fancy testing my endurance right now?'

'Gotta do one thing first.' He nestles my heels just below his collar bone again and picks up one of my sneakers.

'_How _does someone get off on the scent of sweaty feet?' I say. 'You're going to stick your nose in that like you're huffing glue from it, aren't you? _What _could it possibly do for you?'

'If I knew that, where would the magic be? But it doesn't always. Some people's feet stink a fridge full of rotting cheese. Others? I dunno, I guess it's like perfume and I've got an oddly tuned nose. Let's see which you are. From how good your feet are I'd say...' Hunter stops, with the sneaker barely close enough to his face to be able to smell it, but he's obviously caught something, because he's frozen in motion. He actually looks like I've seen people go a couple of times right before they have a seizure, only he doesn't have one.

'Woah,' he says. His nose twitches. He takes a deep sniff. 'What is _that?' _He holds it closer and sniffs at the opening. 'Oh my God! What _is _that? Holy shit, snep! You've got the magic stuff right here!' He sniffs my feet again, then the sneaker in his hand, as if comparing samples at some sort of drinks test, only it's like he's just found the ermine catnip. 'Oh yeah...._ooooooh _yeah _give it to me! _Uuuurgh! How did you do this?'

Holy shit indeed. I've never seen someone so excited. Ever in my life. It's like he doesn't know what to do with his energy. Even Finn or Bonnie didn't get like this over me, no matter how much they both wanted me or I wanted them. Hunter's tranfixed by whatever smell my feet and sneakers have filled him with. He might have been dominating, but right now anyone could do anything to him and he wouldn't see it coming. Wherever his brain's at, it's like all his senses have left it except the pleasure of this.

He huffs deep, heavy breaths through his nose, the top of them over where my feet go into them, like he's freebasing crack right out of the things. He's virtually panting. He's so hard and wired he's sure to come any minute, even if he probably won't know it until it's over. He shoves his full nose into them now and gives a groan of satisfaction so deep I'm amazed I can't smell come already.

He pulls his nose out, inhales non-sneaker air around him, and it's like that clears his head in the same way a good hard slap would. Back to reality. He shakes his head, then himself, then takes hold of my feet and looks right at me.

'Holy Christ, Alex, I never want anyone else's feet again! _What _do you do to yours that makes those sneakers like that? I don't even know the brand...God I've got to find out now.'

'Will you at least fuck me before you go on Google and search? If you didn't fill your pants already.'

'No I didn't come yet but God I swear I was close! What do you do? Tell me!'

'It's a secret. You get it after you've shot that load in me instead. With your nose in that sneaker again if it helps you do it harder.'

'Look at me,' Hunter says, as if he hasn't heard me. 'I'm trembling. I never tremble. It's like...shit, you're the one who should be dominating me with this. I need it. Oooooh boy, I'm never a sub. Like ever. I don't know how until I...Okay, I've got this. I'm still good. I'm...okay, once more. I need it!' He picks up the other sneaker this time. I wonder if he's realised. I don't think he's deliberately checking the right does the same as the left. It's like he's possessed. He huffs at it like I once breathed desperately at an oxygen mask, then he's back in the game, throwing it to one side. He gives a growl I'd never have imagined one of his species could make, grips behind my knees and snatches up the leash again. 'Strip off, Snowball. Everything. Except your Sketchers pants. I love that brand.'

'Me too.' I get my Pyjama pants off with his help once I get them to my ankles, unable to stretch up any further despite my flexibility. Hunter pulls his own shirt off once he's got me down to my underpants. I've seen him shirtless quite a few times on stage when the heat gets to him too much. Rico hates it when people do that so he only does it in rehearsal and always keeps a tank top on, but tonight he's right up close to me and I see how muscled his abs and and chest really are.

'We should wrestle some time,' Hunter says, knowing exactly what I'm looking at: not just an unusually bulky ermine but a cut one who's actually about to have sex with me. What's his dick actually going to be like? He's rubbing his bulge against my underpants. 'Shirt off, snep. Uh-uh, don't take it off.' He stops my hand about to release the collar. '_I _say when you can take it off. Strip with it on.' Rather than wait for me to clumsily do it, he pulls my shirt up and over my head, sliding it down the leash and onto his right arm. In an obviously practiced motion, he frees it and flicks it away.

'Well look at this,' He says. 'Meeeeeow! What a snow leopard. Look at those markings.'

'You like them?'

'Like them?' Hunter says. 'You're fucking beautiful. I love you guys, but then there's you. That scent on your feet and this to look at. Oooooohohoho! How many do you have?'

'My spots? Guess.'

'You actually know?'

'Course I know. Bonnie used to count them.'

'Oh. That your girlfriend back home?'

Shit, I've named her too now. 'She was. Once. I kinda fucked that up.'

'Well now I know what she's missing. Three hundred?'

'Not bad. Two-seven-three.'

'Bet she got it wrong. I'm counting again later. Once you'll let me do anything even without this.' Hunter tugs on it, then pulls down, my feet around his shoulders again. He strokes from my hips to me chest, then pushes his own against the backs of my legs. 'Arch up like you're gonna stand on your shoulders. Make your soles touch the roof.'

'What the hell positions this?' I say, doing what he says.

'The one where I get to scratch your back.' He goes in claws first this time, surprising me and then numbing me all over.

'Ooooooooh yeah!' I say. 'Yeah. Do that! Keep doing that!' Even being the wrong way up to anything I'm used to, my foot's still tapping hard on the roof, making a banging through the new RV. I'm his. He could go anywhere from here and I wouldn't see it coming.

Which is what he does. I've stretched out, my arms behind me, like I'm going to arch up for a real cat-like stretch, and before I know it something flashes past my face. I feel the metal around my wrists at the same time as I hear the snap. Twice.

'What...' I try to turn my head, but my arms are so stretched my neck won't do it. Like I need to see anyway. He's handcuffed me to...what the fuck _has _he handcuffed me to? What the fuck _is _there at the end of an RV bunk bed he could have put them round?

That question's why I don't resist when he grabs my right leg back, pulls the leash tight so I struggle to sit up with my arms locked out like they are, winds the end around my ankle, and ties a knot.

'What are you...' Too late, I realise exactly what he's doing. Right after he's unclipped the leash from the walking clip and put it on the choke. 'Oh you motherfucker, no NO! You're not going to....NO! Hunter get your ass back on this bed right now!'

Hunter laughs. He's got off the bed and walked away, leaving me unable to stretch my legs out or else I choke myself. 'Keep still there and don't wriggle, ounce-boy. You'll only make it worse.'

'You son of a bitch!' Am I actually panicking? I feel like I am. If I try to turn to see what he's doing, I'm going to move the wrong way.

'If you keep it up with your whining I'm gonna have to gag you with your own socks tied together,' Hunter says. 'Let's see how you like that scent you've just got me addicted to.' He picks the sneakers up again, has another quick sniff, then puts them neatly on the floor down below. He folds my clothes too, taking his time. 'Did your wolf ever keep your prisoner?'

'He didn't have it in him.'

'Well that's too bad because I totally do. Mmmm. What have we got here? Oh yeah, that's the one. That's for Snowball's butt right there. Let's get...'

There's a vibrating noise. My ringtone sounds.

'Oh look! Nice!' Hunter picks my phone up. 'The boss is calling to see how his family's settling into the new RV. Guess you'd better answer. One word about how I'm here and you choke. Got it? I even think you're gonna tell on me, I give your legs a shove. Let's see if you can be a good boy.'

He picks up and holds the phone to my ear.