Frustration
#2 of Standalone
Just a quick drabble that came to mind for ...some reason.
Leo writhes on the floor, shoulders and feet pressed into the carpet as he arches his back, one paw rubbing in futility at the front of his belt, the other caressing a nipple, the cuffs around his wrists adding extra weight to his teasing.
He lets out a heavy, ragged breath as the plug in his rear kicks up a notch, and spreads his legs wider, to the limit of the chain linking the thigh cuffs together.
It rattles, and he tries to clench harder, to press it against his prostate, to finally get off, but suddenly, he's not alone...