Dustin yelped and crashed to the ground. Hitting it hard and then pushed up onto his knees. Whimpering in fear and pain. His eyes went wide as he heard the dark man who was all up on hims voice. He started trying to scramble away. "Trying to." He managed to get out in a squeak of a voice. Crying out in pain as he was grabbed up by his hair. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go! THat hurts! Ow!" He cried out. Tugging on the hand holding his hair. Trying to pry the hand holding his hair in a painful grasp. His eyes went wide as they filled with confusion and fear. Service him? What...what did he mean by that? He struggled and flailed as he was pulled a few inches to a linen closet. He felt his wrists and then his ankles tied together. He had tried and failed to escape. "No! Let me go! No! Please!" He cried out before a washcloth was stuffed in his mouth and all he could do was let out a fearful whimper. He squirmed even though all he could do was wriggle around when picked up and thrown over the male's shoulders. He let out a muffled cry of protest and pain as that heavy hand slapped his ass. He was going to have fun with his butt? What the hell did that mean? He jerked and cried out again when the heavy hand slapped his butt again. He didn't like that. What was with this guy? Was he like some masculine gay dude? He thrashed around as he was clearly trying to escape. Wiggling and tugging his limps but the small sheet kept them firmly tied together. He muffledly protested to being thrown over the shoulder. He didn't want the guy to start moving. Even though he knew the man would get to his room or wherever he was being taken quickly. Far quicker than he could being human.