Ryan does not respond. Dick begins fidgeting nervously with the elastic band of the Nasty Pig thong waiting for Ryan’s move. The thong’s strap is vaguely uncomfortable riding high and tight between Dick’s buttocks. He shifts his weight from leg to leg as Ryan studies him in silence. After a moment, Ryan shoves a leather item into each front pant pockets and the picks up the body harness and leather hood. Expressionless, he struts in silence over to Dick and studies his sculpt-muscled body at close range, looking him up and down like a potential buyer at a slave market! Dick looks down in embarrassment as the black leather clad young man circles the birthday present that is his for the next 20 minutes.
Ryan stops in front of Dick, drops the hood, and then reaches forwards, grasps him by the wrists, and feeds his muscled arms into the black leather harness. “You have to be kidding,” protests Dick as Ryan stands confidently in front of him, drawing each of the harness’s four leather straps tight and then buckles them up. The four thick straps wrap around Dick’s powerful torso, over both shoulders returning below his armpits. The straps are held together by two silver rings—one between his pectorals and one behind his back. Finished, Dick shakes slightly as Ryan pulls on the silver ring to ensure the harness is tight.
Ryan steps back and commands in matter-of-fact tone, “Kneel.”
“Kneel… no way, dude…” protests Dick at the thought of kneeling.
“Your fading minutes are far from over!” reminds Ryan, cutting Dick off and repeats again sternly, “Kneel!”
Dick frowns, swallows hard, considers how fast the minutes will go… and then descends to his knees before Ryan. Ryan is silent again except for the creak of his leather attire as he walks behind the kneeling boy. Surprisingly, Dick is aroused when he complies with Ryan’s order! Dick has never been on his knees in submission before a man! Young men have always knelt before him!
Ryan takes up the leather hood on the carpet and stands behind the kneeling boy. He slides the soft leather hood over Dick’s head as Dick swears righteously. The soft leather hood has only stitched eyeholes and a mouth hole. The hood does not have ear or nose openings... only two hollow metal rings infused as nostrils. The pair is silent as Ryan pulls the leather cord tight in the cinch rings behind the hood, drawing it tight over Dick’s face, like a second skin! Ryan ties off the cord. Ryan then begins to rub Dick’s powerful shoulders for several minutes to put his boy at ease for what is coming next!
Dick sighs and moves his hooded head side to side as Ryan caresses Dick with the soft leather gloves. Dick can smell the erotic fragrance of Ryan’s leather attire, and he breathes it in deeply through the metal nose holes of the hood. Dick lifts his hands and rubs them on the soft exterior of the hood tightly encasing his face.
“I saved the best accessories for last,” says Ryan emotionless, as he pulls Dick’s hands away from the hood. Dick’s hands drop to his sides as Ryan pulls a plain, rather wide black leather dog collar out of his leather pants pocket. He begins to wrap the wide collar around Dick’s strong neck. Dick starts to protest “What… a dog collar—no,” protests Dick. “This is nuts!” Ryan stops with the collar and puts a gloved hand over the hood’s mouth-hole silencing him! Dick starts to raise his hands to remove Ryan’s gloved hand from his mouth. He feels his cock stir and then twitch in the firm curved confines of the thong’s pouch... surprisingly his big arms suddenly relax and fall back harmlessly down to his sides. Acquiescing.
Ryan smiles as he sees Dick lower his arms. He rubs the glove over the leather hood lightly slapping the exterior face of the soft leather hood. Dick is enticed by the smell of the hood and Ryan’s glove and breaths harder. Ryan sticks his gloved thumb into the mouth hole of the hood and says softly, “Suck!” Dick’s eyes close as he wraps his mouth around Ryan’s leather thumb and sucks gently. Sensing Dick is ready to accept the collar, he removes his thumb and again begins to wrap the collar – the universal symbol of submission – around Dick’s neck. The feel of the thick, soft leather collar being wrapped tight around his strong neck arouses Dick and his cock hardens more. Ryan finishes buckling the collar tight around his neck, as Dick’s stiff rod rises to full attention, the glans turgidly sticking out and above the top of the thong’s waist band. I have you now, you arrogant fuck, thinks Ryan, observing Dick’s more than manly appendage.
Larger than his own, definitely; but nothing new. Dick’s over an inch and a half more, near cresting ten and a half, and quite thick. They have still enjoyed each others, nonetheless.
Dick begins to sweat and breathe even faster. Ryan orders Dick to stand up. Dick rises from his knees and stands upright next to Ryan, nervously aware of his raging hard-on. Ryan turns Dick to face the large mirror over one of the room’s dressers.
“What do you see,” asks Ryan as he pulls a leather leash from his pocket and attaches it to the lead ring of Dick’s collar.
“I… don’t know,” answers Dick in confusion through the hood’s mouth-hole. His heart is racing and his broad chest is heaving up and down in the tight harness, breathing excitedly.
“What do you see?” presses Ryan as he tugs the leash sharply, forcing Dick to be turned to view the pair of them in a dresser mirror. Dick stares in confusion at the man in the mirror standing beside Ryan as his mind analyzes the image. Each leather item Ryan selected seems to have an intended purpose. The hood robs him of one of the physical features he is so prideful of: his own handsome face. The harness mutes the other physical aspects of his body which he also takes pride in—his well-developed physique. The harness he wears… the symbolic bridling of his young body’s strength, and now the collar… clearly defines his enslavement. And the leash, then, proclaiming Ryan is—his master!
Dick gasps. “I -I… see… a, a… slave, ” admits Dick. The seductive allure of the leather Ryan has so skillfully introduced has taken its firm hold!
“Correct,” replies Ryan coldly. “Now take your place at my feet. Get down on your knees and perform for me.”
Dick’s cock remains rock hard as he descends back down to his knees. Dick gulps loudly, his Adam’s apple compressing under the tight wide leather collar. He gasps haltingly through the mouth hole of the hood and in a whispered breath says, “I’ve never felt this way before... so, so helpless... powerless!”
“This is just the beginning, Dick,” says Ryan coolly. Ryan tugs silently on the leash and snaps his fingers towards the carpet. Surprisingly Dick is not irritated at Ryan for snapping his fingers like a boy who whistles for his dog to come. His cock is hard, controlling him, and he cannot resist the sudden strong urge to obey his new master. Dick finds himself instinctively submitting to the tug of the leash, and he falls forward onto the palms of his hands.
“Grovel,” commands Ryan sternly! Dick swallows hard within the tight collar and then begins to shuffle on his hands and knees, rubbing his big chest on the carpet. Dick’s cock hardens even more as he continues to grovel on his knees, clad only in a “Nasty Pig” thong... which does hardly more than closely contain his erection in an upright way. Ryan savors the moment and circles Dick holding the leash. “Lower,” commands Ryan sternly, testing his new power over Dick. Dick closes his eyes and his cock twitches above the thong’s waist band. Dick slides his powerful legs apart and lowers his strapping torso towards the carpet! A fine sheen of sweat begins to cover Dick’s muscular body. Dick stops and remains motionless as his face hovers only inches above the carpet, his six pack scraping the rug fibers, with his elbows extended on either side of his head.
Ryan presses hard, “Lick my boot!” Ryan slides his boot under Dick’s face offering it to the groveling boy. Dick is suddenly flush. His dick twitches wildly with excitement above the thong’s waistband. His face sweats within the hood as he sticks his tongue out of the stitched mouth hole of the hood. Dick lowers his hooded head and starts licking the shiny boot. His tongue licks lively, swirling on the cold leather toe of Ryan’s black boot. Who is himself getting quite aroused, and exercising a power he previously had no idea he possessed: intoxicated by the one serving him!
Ryan is delighted, holding the leash tight in his gloved hand, watching Dick lick his boot! Dick has always been so ego-taken up with himself... his height – muscles – his good looks – finely large cock. He has flaunted his physical features and used them to dominate this relationship, and all past others. (Except for when with his stronger mentor, Bruce Wayne… with whom he’d never had any sexual involvement—though he surely had wanted to—viewing his magnificent musculature fully nude in showers, and his wondrously larger endowment, as well! Enamored with, as much he was jealous and resentful of, the older man’s body… and equally controlling dominance.)
Ryan has thus been the first to turn the tables on the proud Dick—has robbed the mighty boy symbolically of everything that instilled pride, confidence, and arrogance in him. Perhaps had Bruce taken him in-hand physically, more forcefully... he might have accomplished more than he dreamed with the young man, who secretly did adore him. Truly. And was not unobservant of his ward’s sizeable endowment (only a few shades less than his own) and the honed beauty of his startlingly fine, well-trained body—ever denying himself the thought he did crave union with the youth (much a younger version of himself), more than he could ever say. Or admit.
“Enough! Get naked! Strip off that thong! Let’s set that big bad boy between your legs set free!” commands Ryan sternly. Dick stops licking Ryan’s boot and then rises up to his knees. He grabs the waistband and slides the tight Nasty Pig thong downwards. Dick’s powerful, striated thighs shift, his cock bobs up and down, as he clumsily pulls the thong off his legs. Dick’s then offers up the black thong to Ryan in one hand from his knees! “Put it in your mouth boy, “commands Ryan! Dick is not annoyed in the least at being referred to as ‘boy’! He eagerly stuffs the Nasty Pig thong into the hood’s mouth hole between his teeth and bites down tasting the nylon fabric, and his own pre-cum (which he has indeed savored before), and is indelibly exciting to him. Dick bites down hard on the thong as Ryan uses his black boot to flick Dick’s eager-stiffened cock repeatedly (lightly, not meanly), to make it bounce and wriggle wildly.
“That’s quite a hard-on you’re sporting, proud boy!” observes Ryan. Dick lowers his head... tightly ensnared with an irresistible urge to be dominated! Ryan whistles as he pulls the leash. Dick’s face turns red within the hood and he falls forward onto his hands for the second time. Dick keeps his head and gaze lowered in submission, and crawls behind Ryan subserviently. Ryan looks back in wonder as he leads the very finely built youth (much like himself, yet a rather greater matching-twin than himself), with his black thong stuffed into the mouth hole of his hood around the large motel room. Dick’s cock bobs wildly stiff up and down, hitting against his cobbled abs as his arms and legs move. Dick’s mind races as he crawls along: Robin, the Boy Wonder – the very name strikes fear into the minds of most criminals. A rash of older and younger men who’d roll over for me – have never rolled over for anyone! Why am I so aroused? Why am I so compelled to obey Ryan! Jesus, if this were Bruce, instead of Ryan, I’d beg him to fuck me silly...! For days!!
After several laps around the room, Ryan pulls up on the leash and Dick rises off his big hands and sits on his ankles. His dick stands erect at attention as he stares vacantly at the room’s wall expressionless, the black Nasty Pig thong still stuffed between his clenched teeth. Ryan releases the leather leash and it falls... hangs from Dick’s collar, draping over his powerful chest, running down to his raging hard-on.
Ryan leaves Dick and walks over to the box... returning with another item he purchased with Shawn’s advance money. This time it is Ryan, who swaggers as he struts. He shows Dick 18 inches of a black leather strap folded in half and woven together into a handle. “A bargain at 65 dollars, Dick,” says Ryan, as he tilts down his sunglasses with one gloved hand, and looks over the top edges. He shows the boy on his knees the strap, and then caresses one of Dick’s ass cheeks with the cold leather, asking: “Do you want me to spank your ass with this, boy? ” Ryan dutifully grabs out the black thong from Dick’s mouth. Dick flexes his mouth, to get his jaws back in shape. Ryan takes the thong and shoves it into his jean pocket.
Dick looks up from his knees at the strap. Dick’s cock is twitching for release, and he eyes the nasty strap, wondering. He can only imagine the possible delight of its sting as it slaps his bare ass repeatedly. Dick tries desperately to shake off the sexual excitement and erotic lure of his never expected submission, bondage and punishment. It should be easy! Simply rise off his knees, get dressed, and ride far away from here on his bike... parked only feet away outside! He struggles to decide, thinking he should try to flee! His calves harden and he starts to rise up off his knees. He only manages to rise inches before his knees buckle, and he falls back down to his knees. Dick, the mighty Robin... is too far down in the depths of his erotic sexual urges to fight himself free. Assenting to Ryan’s never expected control.
Dick answers softly, “Yes.”
“Yes, what,” asks Ryan as he cracks the strap against his leather pants loudly.
The sound startles Dick and he flinches in surprise. He lowers his eyes, and to his utter amazement he hears himself say, in a louder voice to Ryan, “Yes, sir.”
“Then, up off your knees. Go to the bed and lie down. Then roll over onto your stomach for me! Then spread your arms and legs wide, spread-eagled,” commands Ryan sternly.
Dick rises slowly off his knees, and obeys Ryan. Ryan harshly swats Dick’s bare butt cheek with the strap to move him along faster. Dick flinches and his manly member throbs; his buttock cheek burns from the kiss of the thick doubled-over strap… but Dick gets pleasure from the sting! He is speechless, completely confused by his sexual arousal in the role of a submissive. The leash dangles still from Dick’s collar hanging across his thick, youthful chest—he obeys and lies down on the bed as ordered. He rolls over onto his stomach and then slowly extends his wrists and ankles obediently to the four corners of the bed and waits.
Ryan struts over to Dick lying prostrate and waiting to be restrained. Ryan wastes no time; he tosses his strap to the floor, goes to one side, and begins to buckle Dick’s left wrist into the leather restraint, then his ankle. Ryan repeats the procedure on the opposite side of the bed. Secured to the bed, Dick remains silent, mesmerized by the novel feeling of being totally immobilized, totally helpless – totally powerless. Dick is used to being in control. Suddenly his proud strength is neutralized, has been willingly surrendered to Ryan... as a birthday gift !
Then with a sudden twinge of trying to regain his former self’s status, Dick wanly blurts: “But your time’s up, Ryan. Isn’t it? This game—”
“Is far from over, Pussy-Fuck! Your dick isn’t the only one in town, anymore! ”
“Bu-but—!”
“Bu, but, your butt! Your ass is mine. Shut up!!”
“NO. No more!! I—” Dick tries to protest. But is quickly silenced.
Ryan swiftly throttles his captive with a resounding slap of the belt across his bared cheeks.
“OHH, OHHHH!” Dick cries, and goes rather slack in submission. He lies on the bed with his head craned in the direction of the motel’s table, seemingly spellbound by the pleasure that Ryan’s “domination” has wrought him, without further protest. The leather clad Ryan quickly mounts and then straddles Dick’s bare back and settles in. He leans forward and slides the ball gag over Dick’s hood and into position. Dick does not resist. In fact, he straightens his head and tilts it back, opening his mouth to willingly receive the controlling gag. Ryan inserts the ball into the hoods mouth hole between Dick’s bright white teeth, and deep into his mouth. A further flow from Dick’s Cowper’s is increasing from the glans of his cock, but beneath him it remains unseen, merely dampening the sheets. Ryan tightens the gag’s straps and tightly buckles the gag’s silver buckle behind the hood. Dick’s head remains tilted back as he obediently waits for the blindfold. “Good boy,” whispers Ryan as he covers Dick’s eyes with the soft leather blindfold and buckles it snugly behind the leather hood.
Ryan pushes the hood to the mattress and then sits back on Dick’s rounded buttocks, studying his handy work. Ryan leans forward again and rubs each of Dick’s bulging triceps with each of his gloved hands, drinking in the more notable than his own muscles’ hardnesses and strength. Dick moans in pleasure through the ball gag. Ryan whispers into the hood near Dick’s ear, “I’ve made you a bottom. Now, I’m going to strap your ass bright red like a little school boy! Then I’m going to fuck you hard!”
Dick moans in blind pleasure through the ball gag—tacit approval to be disciplined and fucked! More pre-cum rivers from Dick’s rod as he contemplates the prospect of being punished, and then fucked by his master, Ryan. Thoroughly aroused, but inexplicably, Dick tests the strength of the leather restraints for the first time, and pulls on them with his impressive arms and legs. Ryan remains firm in the saddle like a cowboy on a horse that has been saddled for the first time! Dick’s arms strain and bulge, his calves dance up and down as he wrenches hard within the restraints. The new leather stretches slightly and crackles softly in response to Dick’s strength—but holds fast. Dick relaxes his muscles in the confining restraints, surrendering. Then shivers with the stark realization he has willingly allowed Ryan to curtail and control the strength of his more than fine body. His male member remains rock hard, continually releasing more of his Cowper’s in anticipation of what is to come!
You’re not so fucking arrogant now, Dick Grayson-Smith! I’ve broken you! muses Ryan. He boldly dismounts, and moves from corner to corner synching the straps even tighter, so that Dick’s arms and legs are stretched as far as possible to the four corners of the bed. Dick does not struggle against his bonds. He lies motionless: gagged, hooded, blind, and naked—securely ensnared... breathing steadily, though anxiously, anticipating the sting of Ryan’s strap.
Ryan tosses his leather cap and sun glasses onto the unoccupied bed next to Dick. He pulls off the cop gloves one by one and tosses them next to the glasses and hat—props he no longer needs now that Dick is restrained. He sits on the unoccupied bed and pulls off his boots and white socks. He unbuttons and sheds the leather shirt and pants and discards them onto the carpet. Ryan peels off his dark green elastic underpants and picks up the leather strap. Naked, Ryan holds the strap’s woven handle firmly in his right hand and then looks at the clock... almost 9:45 PM. Plenty of time, thinks Ryan. Plotting ahead, his own fine member springs to life more firm than before in anticipation of strapping Dick mercilessly, and then fucking him hard. Dick’s wondrous ass there before him, tight-mounded and ready.
It’s half past 11 PM by the clock on the nightstand. Ryan is clothed back in his jeans and t-shirt, and has just finished his cold whopper and rubbery fries... “birthday dinner,” courtesy of his friend Dick. He wipes his mouth with a paper napkin and looks over at Dick sleeping peacefully in his restraints. Ryan has loosened Dick’s restraints considerably for comfort, and has removed and packed away the leather ensemble; hood, ball-gag, harness, etc., with the exception of the current bonds. Ryan has toweled off Dick and loosed his ankles long enough to re-dress him in his underpants and black jeans, so that the guy could retain some of his dignity when Shawn and Vince arrive to collect him at midnight. Dick now slumbers shirtless with his head craned in the opposite direction from the table were Ryan sits.
“I hope you and Mr. Wayne square things away, Dick,” says Ryan to Dick. Dick does not respond. He is exhausted—trounced from the strapping and rough sex. Still sleeping, observes Ryan. No wonder! Dick seemed to really get off when I whaled his ass, and then fucked him good. Dang, almost screamed like a girl... till he got used to me; then shot his load two or three times rubbing on that mattress, while I alternately put the strap and meat to him, repeatedly. Tight boy, indeed. Never been plundered. And me, with just my full eight and a half, took Mr. Ten-Plus’s cherry to kingdom come. Damn, he hollered, but could hardly be heard. Then cooed out like a baby.... Shame we couldn’t continue. Sure was worth the union, regardless. But he sure knew how to drill me. Loved it, really. Why I always let him, arrogant or not.
Ryan is suddenly aware of Dick’s mysterious knapsack in the corner.Wonder what’s in that fucking bag he’s constantly lugging around? Ryan gets up and heads to the unoccupied bed and picks-up Dick’s keys which now lay next to boy’s red tank top and wallet. Dick stirs in the loose restraints as Ryan grabs the knapsack. He eventually finds the key on the ring that unlocks the bag’s small gold padlock. He opens the knapsack and dumps the contents on the floor.
“What the fuck!” exclaims Ryan in disbelief. Spread out on the carpet before him is a “Robin, the Boy Wonder’s” costume—dark green bodysuit, dark red tunic, black boots, and black cape with a yellow underside. He shakes the bag again and a black mask, a pair of scalloped dark green gloves, and a dull yellow metal belt of some kind tumble out and fall to the floor. Ryan looks at Dick, and then at the easily recognizable and well-known costume sprawled on the carpet!
“No way!” says Ryan excitedly. “Robin?! Dick Smith, Dick Grayson, Robin—who the fuck else are you, Dick?”
Ryan grabs the newspaper off the table and looks at the picture of Robin. Dick is a dead ringer for Robin, if you know what you’re looking for! The realization sets in quickly: Dick Grayson is Robin!
Ryan tosses the paper to the table, pushes back at his blond hair, as his mind races. What is going on here? What have I done? I just strapped the snot out of Robin—and then fucked him?! He looks at the costume again, and suddenly realizes this is more than reuniting a boy with his guardian! This was a trap , by criminals... to capture Robin! And I was the unwitting stooge! What will they do with Robin – kill him – ransom him – use him to bring down Batman? Suddenly Ryan turns pale. If Dick Grayson is Robin… Bruce Wayne is… Batman! Fuck! I know too much, now that I’ve seen Robin’s costume, and know his secret identity! What will they do with me? “ FUCK!” screams Ryan out loud! “THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
“Hey, Ryan,” calls Dick. The outburst has awakened Dick, who is looking over at Ryan with a slight smile. Ryan whirls around to see Dick stretching and yawning in the semi-loose restraints peering at him through hazed, sleepy blue eyes.
“You were awesome, Ryan… we have to do this again… and real soon. Thanks for cleaning me up and dressing me,” says Dick as he looks towards the foot of the bed. Then frowns. “Hey… why am I still tied down?”
“Dick – Robin – two men are coming for you soon,” shouts Ryan excitedly to Dick as he approaches the bed.
“What…,” asks Dick bewildered? He then notices the pieces of his costume scattered across the carpet, and instinctively pulls at the restraints hard, suddenly alert.
“Dick, I knew you were Dick Grayson, and no t Dick Smith... for days. But I didn’t know you were “Robin” until just seconds ago. I was curious – I opened your bag.…” explains Ryan with a red face.
“What…?” asks Dick. “You knew I was Grayson! Who is coming for me?”
“Two men – told me you were really Dick Grayson, not Smith. They said they needed my help to get Dick Grayson – I mean you - back to Wayne Manor so Bruce Wayne could patch things up with you,” rattles off Ryan.
“Ryan! Listen… calm down. Hurry, get me out of these fucking… things now!” demands Dick. He urgently shakes his strong arms in the restraints holding him face down on the bed.
“The men told they worked for Bruce. But now, I think this whole thing was really a trap to capture Robin,” explains Ryan excitedly. He hastily begins to unbuckle one of the wrist restraints, but is flustered and has difficulty with the buckle!
“I’ve figured that out, myself...” says Robin impatiently, as Ryan still fumbles with the buckle.
“… They came to me last week, said they worked for your guardian, Bruce Wayne. Paid me quite a bundle to, to… capture you, I guess. And turn you over to them at midnight, tonight!” blurts out Ryan as he begins to panic. “Unbuckle the fucking…” demands Dick.
Suddenly, without even a knock, the door to the motel room swings opens. “I’m a few minutes early,” says Shawn as he enters the motel room. “I hope we’re not interrupting anything,” noticing the easily recognizable costume scattered on the carpeted floor.
Vince follows and stands menacingly in the open doorway, arms crossed, expressionless as always.
“Who are you?” demands Dick as he pulls wildly at the restraints.
“Vince, please—silence Robin,” directs Shawn.
Vince approaches the struggling Robin, carrying a slender black metal wand.
“Ryan, please stand aside,” orders Shawn as he brandishes a revolver, and shuts the door to the motel room.
Ryan, speechless and frightened, obeys; Vince moves to stand over the shirtless boy restrained on the bed. Nonchalantly, Vince extends the wand.
“No!” screams the frantic Robin, as he pulls hard on the restraints. Vince sticks the wand close against Robin’s ribs. There is a loud, electrical “zap, crack, and pop .” The discharge stuns Dick, and he relaxes in the restraints, dazed. Vince jams the wand into Robin’s ribs once more. Presses the trigger. Dick screams again, and pulls violently on his restraints for partial seconds—then passes out, his face buried in the mattress. Vince sticks Robin a third time with the wand. The young stud does not move—he is unconscious.
Shawn holsters his pistol while Vince collapses the wand. Shawn looks at the costume on the floor, then at Vince, and then at Ryan. Vince and Shawn exchange a look. Vince nods. Shawn looks again at Ryan, who is cowering in the corner in disbelief at the events which have just transpired. “Ryan, please, finish dressing Dick. Release him, and get his boots and shirt on,” instructs Shawn politely.
“I, I won’t tell... any…” insists Ryan.
“Relax, Ryan,” comforts Shawn. “We’re not going to hurt you. That is... if you cooperate! Now, please, get Dick dressed. We have to leave soon.”
“Vince, a word please,” says Shawn.
Ryan, still shaken, hastily moves towards Dick and begins to unbuckle his ankle restraints. Yet aware the two men have moved to a corner of the large room, Ryan continues to attend to Dick.
Shawn whispers, “I think we have an opportunity to wrap this thing up, tonight.”
“The costume… it just might work. Do you think he’ll do it… think he can pull it off?” asks Vince.
“Dangerous . But—surely worth the try. Similarities unmistakable. Would make it easier than we thought. Lure him in. Get the Big One… same time!”
“Quick, run it past the hunter. See what he says. Or we’ll have to finish this one, as well.”