He was always cocky, acting like he was untouchable. He loved to brag, smirking as if no one could ever put him in his place. Tonight, though, he pushed too far, and someone decided to show him otherwise.

The man moved fast, pinning him to the bed before he could react. Strong hands grabbed him, twisting his arms and legs into tight, awkward positions. His body bent in ways he didn’t think possible, each hold locking him down more firmly.

His usual smugness vanished as he struggled, realizing he was completely at the man’s mercy. His legs were folded, his arms pinned, and he looked more like a human pretzel than the confident guy he usually was.

He tried to fight back, but it only made the locks tighter. Soon, he gave up, lying still in defeat, his cockiness replaced with silence. The man didn’t say much—he didn’t need to. The boy was completely dominated, left with no choice but to accept it.