We found he secretly pleasured himself in the woods, and let his guard down then. All of us together caught him and dragged him to the square.
He shouted and spat.
To be caught in his moment before satisfaction, by the women he had made to fear him, he appeared humiliated beyond measure.
It had been a surprise to see a man of his ferocity sitting in the forest touching himself, so vulnerable and perfect for capture. He had struck fear in the hearts of all the women and nightmares in the children. Now here he was, chained like an animal.
"Release me!" he roared.
You clucked your tongue, "Bad men get no options."
His weeping cock jumped at the sound of your voice, betraying his conviction. Your lips curled into a feral smile before slowly stepping towards him. He glared at you hard enough to burn a hole. You did not stop your strides until you were face to face. Your hands reached out and curled roughly around his shaft then pumped from base to tip. He let out a strangled cry, nearly coming at the simple touch.
"Tell me, how does it feel to have fallen so far?"