Predicament Bondage

Marcus loved predicament bondage.

He loved putting Elias in situations where he had to choose between two equally difficult options — and then watching him suffer beautifully through it.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Elias was standing in the middle of the playroom. His wrists were cuffed and pulled up above his head, attached to a chain in the ceiling. His ankles were cuffed to a spreader bar, keeping his legs wide apart.

A thick dildo was mounted on a pole between his legs, pressing right against his hole but not quite inside. If Elias relaxed his legs, the dildo would push into him. If he stood on his tiptoes, it would slip out.

A vibrator was strapped against his cock.

Marcus stood in front of him, fully dressed, holding the remote.

“Every time you let the dildo slip out,” Marcus said calmly, “I’m going to turn the vibrator up. Every time you take it deeper, I’m going to turn it down. Understand?”

Elias swallowed.

“Yes, Sir.”

Marcus turned the vibrator on to a low setting.

Elias immediately went up on his tiptoes to avoid the dildo. The vibrator buzzed against his cock — not enough to make him come, but enough to keep him desperate.

Marcus watched him with dark satisfaction.

Elias’s legs started to shake after a few minutes. He had to lower himself slightly. The head of the dildo pushed inside him. Marcus immediately turned the vibrator down.

Elias moaned in frustration.

He went back up on his tiptoes. The vibrator went up again.

This went on for what felt like hours.

Every time Elias’s legs gave out, he sank down onto the dildo — and the vibrator went down. Every time he tried to escape it, the vibrator went up. He was caught in an impossible loop, constantly torn between overstimulation and denial.

By the time Marcus finally turned everything off, Elias was shaking, sweating, and crying from frustration.

Marcus released him from the restraints and caught him as his legs gave out. He carried Elias to the bed and laid him down gently.

“You did so well for me,” Marcus murmured, stroking his hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Elias was still trembling.

“I hate you,” he whispered hoarsely.

Marcus smiled and kissed his forehead.

“I know, baby. I know.”

He held Elias close until the shaking stopped.

Then he whispered against his ear,

“Next time, I’m going to make it even harder.”

Elias shivered.

And he didn’t say no.