[The man's voice breaks Kurt's frightened reverie, and he twitches to attention, his hands still frozen at his waist, unable to peel his underwear off. It's like there's a barrier in his head, a mental block stopping his hands from going through with it, desperate to keep that last layer of protection, that last little bit of armor, however threadbare and minuscule it may be.
But no armor will protect him from whatever Corrigan intends to do to him. He mentions discipline, and Kurt shudders, mind immediately racing with all manner of painful and humiliating punishments, each worse than the last. He doesn't want to be punished. Judging by Corrigan's stern words, he won't tolerate any slacking or disobedience. There's no getting out of this.]
Sorry, I'm— s-sorry... [Taking a deep breath, Kurt steels himself and slowly pushes his underwear down, flinching a little as he steps out of them, finally bare before the man. He feels like he's going to throw up. But he's past the point of no return, naked and blushing, hands knitting into fists at his side as his new owner gets to fully inspect his property.]
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Date: 2022-10-03 12:41 pm (UTC)But no armor will protect him from whatever Corrigan intends to do to him. He mentions discipline, and Kurt shudders, mind immediately racing with all manner of painful and humiliating punishments, each worse than the last. He doesn't want to be punished. Judging by Corrigan's stern words, he won't tolerate any slacking or disobedience. There's no getting out of this.]
Sorry, I'm— s-sorry... [Taking a deep breath, Kurt steels himself and slowly pushes his underwear down, flinching a little as he steps out of them, finally bare before the man. He feels like he's going to throw up. But he's past the point of no return, naked and blushing, hands knitting into fists at his side as his new owner gets to fully inspect his property.]