Mir took both of Emrys' arms and put them behind his back, holding them with one of his hands. While the image that came to his mind was one of Emrys screaming in pleasure, Mir had no doubt the man meant in pain. "You begged for him to make you come or to take you?" He whispered, tightening his hand just slightly.
"I bet you were a sight to see, bound and begging. I bet he had you striped. Bound, begging, and naked." He leaned into whisper in Emrys' ear. "You want that don't you. You want to be bound in front of me, begging for sweet release." With his other hand he pulled Emrys' groin closer to his. "Only me."