You’ve got to be fucking KIDDING. You want me to do what?????!
Yeah, right- I’ve kept my part of the deal, you shit-faced perv. Three essays, written for American Lit, guaranteed B+ or higher in exchange for me stripping to the waist and giving you a nice long look at the top half of a real man- sheesh! Could have got that for free if we’d met at the beach, ha!
And, let’s not forget deal #2; I open up my trousers- yeah, spread nice and wide- giving you another piece of eye-candy and maybe some ammo for your sick imagination as you stare at the bulge in my undershorts…fuckin’A! All for walking me through my algebra and chemistry exams. What a fricken geek!
So, here we are- just the two of us in your sweaty basement (I heard you lock the door when we came in here- what was that all about? I mean it wasn’t like there was anyone around except you and me…), and now you expect me to extend my wrists so you can slap those shiny PD-grade handcuffs around them…just for fun? Then what? Once I’m helpless, maybe haul out my cock and balls and have some real fun??? NO FUCKING WAY, dude!
I mean, just give me one good reason why I’d let you do a thing like that?