A Predicament

I love this one. I have him spread wide, wrists pinned high, cock roped tight and forced down between his legs. He’s bent, locked in place, breathing hard. I wrap my hand around him and start slow. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. His knees buckle. "Stay up," I snap. "I’m not finished with you." He strains, muscles shaking, trying not to collapse. Every tug on the rope sends a sharp bite through his tied cock, and I don’t let up. I keep working him, pushing until the ache turns mean and his breath breaks into short, ragged gasps. He’s sweating, shaking, but he stays standing. Barely. I smile, give him another cruel squeeze, and keep going. No mercy. Not yet.