Wriothesley chuckles. "All right, all right. Fair enough." He put his thumb in a badly-trained beast's mouth, he really should have expected to get it bitten off.

"And now..." He continues what he was doing to undress Scar, yanking his pants down. "I take what I want from you. And maybe next time you'll be ready for this, unless you like how much it hurts." Yes, he's assuming this is going to happen again. Sex can be a very useful tool in the training arsenal.

Knowing better than to stick his fingers back into Scar's mouth, he spits into his hand to slick his cock up before lining it up against the chained man's entrance and beginning to thrust in.