"Sounds like it stung." Brighella's voice doesn't have any sympathy in it as he circles around behind Scar. "Very good. Spread your legs. Ankles apart." If they're not far enough for the spreader bar he'll pull them further, cuffing them in place before attaching the second chain from his wrists to the bar.

And then he's all done, restrained by chains and cuffs - there's a little slack in the chains, but not much. Scar is facing Wriothesley's comfortable desk chair, which is perfect - when Wriothesley comes back around to his front and sits, he's at just the right height to reach his cock. "Come forward, up between my legs." He'll pull his hair to guide him, making a thoughtful noise. "Can you show me your horns, my beautiful beast?"