to be with danger

think I found a way

Shaking his head, type was in a wheel chair to have his ankles and wrists bound has the doctor was behind him to push to have two of Mr. Tymes guards behind them to follow, going back to his room, the doctor moved him in to then be shoved back a bit from the guards to then watch has they went to type who struggled and thrashed to then be lifted up to be taken to the couch to then have that chain to his ankle to be placed back so his binding could be taken away, type watched them go with narrowed eyes, the doctor watched them go to then eye over type.
"You remember what I said? You need to take better care of yourself, gain weight and any hot flashes, there's that air vent."
Type nodded without giving away any facial expression, the doctor nodded to then close and lock the door behind him, type then slowly looked about to then get up to go under the air vent to cross his arms about to narrow his eyes.
I believe I can fit though there, just need to lose a bit more weight.
Type made a face has his stomach growled, he then turned to eye over the kitchen, he was very hungry.
Mm....I need to gather my strength first.
Type then went about to go to the kitchen to make himself food, he then turned his head to look to the side to sign, he then hung his head to look down has he was cutting to feel deja Vu.
Mr. Tyme came in to then close the door to place his fingers to his tie to then loosen to then go about to sit to one of the chairs that was close to the counter to then place his arms to it to look over type.
"Remember to make enough for two."
Type rolled his eyes.
Mr. Tyme looked over type to narrow his eyes.
"Going back to the silent treatment?"
Type gritted his teeth, Mr. Tyme then raised an eye brow to then get slowly up to then go about to stand to the back of type he then placed his hands to his waist to eye the action, type stopped cutting to slowly look up to flex his jaw to shake his head.
Mr. Tyme started to move his body a bit to then turn his head to the side to keep his eyes down, he then slowly moved his hands around to go to his pants to start to unbutton, type turned around and quick to place his hands to his wrists to hold up his arms to give Mr. Tyme a very pissed off look.
"Don't you fucking touch me!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
Type rolled his eyes to then lay his wrists to to then place his hands to his chest to then push him back to then turn around to continue to cut.
Mr. Tyme eyed over him. He then stepped forward to place his body to his, to have his mouth to his ear to run his bottom lip to his ear lobe.
"Seems something wants to be touched, saw how hard you are."
Type took in a very deep breathe to continue to look forward.
"It's an involuntary, believe you me! Now let go and leave, there is no reason for you to be here!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then place a hand to types stomach.
"This is the reason."
Type scoffed.
"This is the reason I'm not dead, not the reason for you to come in here, touch me and rape me!"
Type then thrashed about Mr. Tymes grasp to then moved him back to go back to cutting the food.
Mr. Tyme flexed his jaw.
"You wanting is also is not me raping you, also all that is you is mine you lying decitful little bitch!"
Mr. Tyme went to type to move him about to then make him sit to the counter next to the food to have a hand to his throat to hear his other hand to his pants to start to undo to eye him narrowly, type placed his hands to his grasp.
"What part of this is not rape!"
Mr. Tyme stopped to breathe heavily to then look down.
"The part that your hard."
Type rolled his eyes.
"It's hormonal! I do not....."
Type gritted his teeth, he couldn't honestly finish that sentence. Mr. Tyme then looked up.
"Mm, go ahead, finish to what you were going to say."
Type signed.
"Dammit! Stop this and let me go! I'm hungry!"
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed.
"What are you hungry for? My hand? My mouth, or my cock?"
Mr. Tyme took his hand from types neck to slowly and sensually take it down to bring up his other one to take both to place under his shirt to go to his nipples to start to tease and play with.
Type brought up his hand to place the back of it to breathe hard to try not to moan. He didn't want to show this man any indication he was in fact wanting this.
"Mm....stop!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow, to then take those hands down to place to his pants to undo to then go down to his knees to take out types member to start to stroke to keep his eyes to him.
"What do you want type?"
Type slowly took his hand down to place both to the counters edge to grip to keep his eyes to this man.
"Not to be here, to not be in this situation, especially when there's no love in it!"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes, he then slowly got up, to then place his hand to types head to grip his hair to move his head forward to dart his eyes over him.
"You put yourself here! You made me fall out of love with you, everything to be happening is too be your fault!"
Mr. Tyme then quickly placed his lips to types for a very hard kiss to then move type down to undo his pants to withdraw out his cock to make type down to then look forward with a hard face, for what he just told type, there was a lie in there, and it was breaking Mr. Tymes heart to the autmost fullest.