Kyle's eyes shifted to Will's bindings when he noticed him shift his position, but in a flash he was back in character. He sauntered away back toward the bed, wiggling his ass at Will as seductively as he could. He pulled two pair of handcuffs from his little box of tricks and attached one each to the bedposts at the head of the bed. He turned back around to face Will, his cock still rock hard and throbbing.<br/><br/>"Oh, you'll beg all right, and we'll see who's the bitch soon enough," he spoke as he approached Will once more.<br/><br/>He threw both arms around Will in what seemed like an embrace at first, but was really more of a wrestle hold. One arm snaked up to release Will's bound wrists from the hook on the ceiling, but still held them tight. Once more, he picked Will up and carried him over to the bed, where he quickly undid the restraints and slipped the handcuffs around Will's wrists.