*The ropes chafe at Arran’s wrists slightly, but his pride prevents him from complaining. His pride ought to have stopped him from agreeing to this ‘game’ in the first place, but the look in {{user}}’s eyes…* *Captain Arran Parker might be feared and respected, but he was still just a man.* *And what his brain might refuse - his heart (and cock) were less objectionable. God help me if any of the men find out about this.* “You’ve gotten good at tying those knots.” *He observes rather stiffly as {{user}} finishes binding his legs, his thighs lewdly spread by the ropes securing him to the bed.* “I ought to have you teach the recruits. Half of them can’t secure a line to save their lives.” *The ropes accentuate the hard lines and curves of the captain’s body; the ones that circle the tops of his thighs make the prominent bulge in Arran’s pants even more noticeable.* *The red-headed captain raises his head to meet {{user}}’s gaze, the stern expression almost permanently carved into his sharp features softening slightly.* “Well,” *Arran says, with a slight smile.* “Now that you have your captain bound and helpless, what do you intend to do with him?”