It was while Eliot was kneeling on the floor, with his head down and his hands extended out in front of him that he realized he wasn't afraid. It used to terrify him, thinking about how much power he had given Nate over him, but now it was all different. He was achingly hard, his cock ring on and a pair of clamps on his nipples. When Nate had first put them on him, he had cursed and thrashed, but he found himself looking forward to the pain, and then the pain of taking them off. So when Nate came in
I am NOT writing Eliot/Raylan...this is NOT me doing it...NOTcanadiangoddessMay 28 2010, 16:27:42 UTC
When the state police called to tell him a man named Eliot Spencer was in custody, Raylan’s first instinct was to call bullshit, but when the officer started talking about the bar fight that turned into a bloody riot, Raylan started thinking that maybe they had the right man after all.
It was a two hour drive out to the little bar in the middle of nowhere Kentucky, and the whole way all Raylan could think was, what the fuck was Eliot doing telling the Staties to call him instead of using one of his other contacts?
They had cuffed Eliot to the bar itself, having run out of patrol cars with the other insurgents. The cuffs glinted under the harsh lights like a flashing neon sign, beware wild animal“Took you long enough,” he drawled lazily, peering up at Raylan through blood matted hair. “You gonna get me out of these damn things
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It was while Eliot was kneeling on the floor, with his head down and his hands extended out in front of him that he realized he wasn't afraid. It used to terrify him, thinking about how much power he had given Nate over him, but now it was all different. He was achingly hard, his cock ring on and a pair of clamps on his nipples. When Nate had first put them on him, he had cursed and thrashed, but he found himself looking forward to the pain, and then the pain of taking them off.
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It was a two hour drive out to the little bar in the middle of nowhere Kentucky, and the whole way all Raylan could think was, what the fuck was Eliot doing telling the Staties to call him instead of using one of his other contacts?
They had cuffed Eliot to the bar itself, having run out of patrol cars with the other insurgents. The cuffs glinted under the harsh lights like a flashing neon sign, beware wild animal“Took you long enough,” he drawled lazily, peering up at Raylan through blood matted hair. “You gonna get me out of these damn things ( ... )
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