The two men knelt in front of me, hands tied behind their backs. Besides being able to smell them from a mile away they both had dirt caked from head to toe, rips through their outfits, scratch marks on their faces and arms. They were both a complete mess and their night hand just begun. Caught sneaking around where they didn’t belong and that’s a no, no. Looking down my nose at them, tapping my long manicured finger nail against the arm on my chair. Running through my mind, all of the ways to punish these men.
Both men were very rugged, dark hair and dark eyes. Strong jaws, brawny bodies, very built men, both of them. I could feel the macho-ness from here. The idea hit me like a lovely ton of bricks. These men need to be taught a lesson. Calling my maid over, I have her fetch a few of my favorite men. Four of them to be exact. Each bigger then the next all very impressive. Once my men are lined in front of me, the bad boys still on their knees, eyes following my every movement. Rumors have spread surrounding my rough handlings, so lets show them how true the rumors are. Time for some training, some sissy training.
Snapping my fingers, giving my men the signal. All four men stepped forward knowing exactly what I ask of them. My two prisoners sat with their eyes growing wide as they started to realize what was about to happen to them.