02-02-2022, 09:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2022, 07:33 AM by Johnny Blair.)
John stares at it the whole time, like it's some freakish medieval torture device. The hot teach brings it over...this is surreal...unstraps it...Okay, what the hell...then John feels her arms around his chest, his waist, and he tenses and gulps visibly...Don't move. Don't move! DON'T MOVE!
The thing feels like it's squeezing his arms together behind his back, like some weird professional wrestling move. Only he can move his arms...sorta. The constriction actually reduces his range of movement. He was certain he'd have trouble throwing the pigskin around without full range. But what could he do? It was this or freeze, he supposed.
Hesitantly, almost timidly, he nods and averts his eyes, mumbling something about going to get his coat, aching from the uncomfortable bindings.
The thing feels like it's squeezing his arms together behind his back, like some weird professional wrestling move. Only he can move his arms...sorta. The constriction actually reduces his range of movement. He was certain he'd have trouble throwing the pigskin around without full range. But what could he do? It was this or freeze, he supposed.
Hesitantly, almost timidly, he nods and averts his eyes, mumbling something about going to get his coat, aching from the uncomfortable bindings.
