“Smile!” I say as I take pictures of him. “I wonder how you’d look castrated.”
He’d deserve it, after what he did to me.
Keegan struggles again, and I take a video of that, all high quality and not on a shitty camera phone.
Okay, my phone actually has a great camera because I paid a lot for that capability, but y’know.
When Keegan has tired himself out, I pat him on the cheek. “Bottleface, I haven’t even gotten to the best part!”
I go and pick up the carrier with the rats. As soon as I remove the covering, the mice start squeaking again.
Keegan’s eyes widen and he shouts into the gag again.
“Rats are so cute, don’t you think?” I muse. “I mean, snakes are better, and rats are a great snack for our large snake friends, but there’s something to be said for a rodent that can and will eat through the flesh of a larger creature.”
The way Keegan’s entire body tenses in terror is hilarious. I angle the carrier downwards toward his cock.
Keegan whimpers, but he doesn’t look away.
I open the carrier door.
The rats immediately tumble out, onto his cock and thighs and stomach. Keegan tries to scream, and I laugh at the muffled sound.
Most of the rats sit docilely, but two of them start crawling over Keegan’s body and sniff around.
When Keegan tries to buck them off, one of them uses its little ratty teeth to bite down on his nipple in order to hang on.
He screams again, and oh my god, that is just too funny. I take more pictures of his terrified face, while the rats mostly mind their own business. A few sniff around his cock, and one nudges his balls with its nose.
Keegan says something that could maybe beplease. I tsk at him. “Begging? That’s kind of pathetic, Bottleface. If you can’t take it, don’t dish it.”
I watch the rats climb over him some more. One of them climbs down the bed and disappears into the mess that is his room.
“So, this is your only warning, Keegan,” I say with a smile. “If you tryanythingagainst me, or Asch, or Blaze, or River, ever again, I’m going to castrate you.” I take a few more photos. “I can only escalate so far without committing murder, after all. And you can cry about how I won’t get away with it, but will it matter once you’ve been castrated? You’ll still be emasculated, whether I go to jail or not.”
Keegan is crying now. I laugh and zoom in to take another photo.
Can’t fucking dish what he serves.
And this is me goingeasyon him.
“Don’t think you can kill me to get rid of the problem either. You should know that my family doesn’t take threats lightly. You can ask Ezio what happened to his family. See if you want that problem coming down on your head.” I grip Keegan’s hair and force him to look up. “You understand?”
Keegan nods. A few sobs escape the gag, and those are some nice sounds too.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page!” I shake his head, then step back. “Okay. Have fun with the ratties.”
I pick up all my gear and make my way to the door. Keegan lets out another cry.
I look over my shoulder, pretending to be confused. “Let you go? Why? This is still a punishment, Keegan.”
I flip him off as I leave the room, shutting it quietly so Holden and Brock don’t notice.
Keegan makes more noise, but thankfully the construction is good enough that it’s not too loud.
As soon as I’m outside, I start giggling to myself.
That was so much fun! I really should have done that earlier.
