I'm NO ONE'S bitch!

As the large, muscular mystery man continues to pound your ass relentlessly, you reach over the side of the bed and find the baseball bat you place next to it every night before you go to sleep. There have been other homes in your area that have recently been broken into at night and you decided it would be smart to take precautions. You lift the bat and turn to face your intruder/****, who barely has time to look surprised at seeing you wielding a weapon all of the sudden, before you swing the wooden club. It connects with his head, causing him to grab his forehead in pain as he stumbles back, his enormous cock slipping out of your ass in the process. Although you can't help but feel a shameful twinge of regret at no longer being full of cock, that doesn't stop you from swinging again and knocking the man out. He collapses, face down, on your bed as you stand at the ready with your bat, prepared to strike him again should he be faking it. Finally, you realize he really is **** and breathe a sigh of relief. However, as you grab your phone to call the police, a more interesting idea comes to mind on how to deal with this bastard who humiliated you. You smirk as you grope the intruder's ass, giving it a little smack, then retrieving some handcuffs an old girlfriend had once used on you in bed, and shackling his wrists and ankles with them. It was time for some payback, but the question was, should you wake your mystery man before you enacted your ****, or leave him **** so he wouldn't be able to struggle?