"It wouldn't be your first time putting me in cuffs." Arlo snickered as he thrashed in the cold metal rings. Oliver's warm hand slid down his smaller frame, before dropping to his knees in front the the smaller nude boy, Arlo shivered at the sight. Suddenly Arlo's bitterness had went quiet. "Getting real quiet now?" Myles stood inches behind Arlo, holding a sharp knife in hand, placing it just below his left nipple. Myles chuckled as Arlo's head fell back with a shaky exhale. Arlo is nothing but a masochistic spit fire, - a burning flame of anger. His secret? Normal student by day...sex worker by night. At only 18 he has no choice but to fend for himself, in more than one way. Is their more to his anger? Bloodied knuckles - with a sick smile... Does he enjoy receiving the punches? Would someone really be willing to risk everything for him? [Trigger warning: Descriptive blood, self-harm, r*pe, mature content! ]