Felt Alot Longer (M/M)
Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2026 1:51 pm
"When will you be done with work?" I asked my boyfriend.
"I got a meeting from 5 to 6, but then I'm done."
Perfect.
I'd just gotten home from my own job, and the two of us had plans for tonight, but with it being 4:45 now, I had a perfect window for some short and sweet bondage fun.
I went into our room while my bf continued to work on his laptop in the living room, I closed the door as to not disturb him.
I stripped naked and spent a good half an hour tying myself in different chest harnesses, hip harness, and leg bondage. I head my bf hop on his video call meeting from the other room.
As I tied myself I had an idea. A new position that would be a fun stress position by itself, and hopefully an invitation for my bf to join the fun once he got off work.
I cleaned out in the bathroom, then returned to our bed.
I was nspired by this picture from alltangledup's bluesky:
But knew I would need to modify it since I couldn't effectively tie my wrists to my ankles by myself.
My solution was to tie my ankles in single column knots, with a loop around the center of my foot to further restrict movement and disperse the rope's pull so it wouldn't be all on one part of my body. Then I ran the rest of the rope to the wood poles on the head board and pulled tight enough that my feet were forced outwards and upwards, off the bed and into the air. When I was sure the rope was short enough I couldn't put my feet down or block my exposed cock or ass, I ran the rope back to my ankles and tied the knot.
I laid there, my legs forced up off the bed. It was 5:15. I wanted to test the position for a bit before commiting to it, so I decided to only restrain one wrist. To do this I locked a wrist cuff on myself wit a small padlock, then used a big padlock to lock that wrists cuff to the loop of chain my bf and I kept around the far wooden poles of our headboard (to allow for quick and easy spread-eagle bondage).
I laid there, legs in the air, ass and dick on full display, one hand tied to the bed, and the other scrolling my phone.
I was immediately pleased with how hot the position was, I felt exposed, helpless, and submissive. The position put a strain on my leg muscles, nothing to terrible, but definitely a subtle enough torture to really drive home my helplessness.
15 minutes into my test run, I decided to take a break and rest my muscles before locking myself in for real.
I relaxed, untied my ropes that kept my legs in the air, and unlocked my one chained wrist. As the clock tickles closer to 6, I strapped myself in a head harness, though I didn't stuff my mouth with anything first in case there was an emergency and I needed to call out to my bf. The muzzle was more an aesthetic consideration than a gag.
5:55, go time. I retied my ankles so my legs were forced up into the air. I locked my left wrist to the head board, put an open padlocked through the ring of my locked right wrist cuff, dropped the keys on the bed in front of my exposed crotch, and locked my right wrist to the chains on the headboard.
I tested my bonds, found myself successfully trapped, and waited - since there was nothing else I could do.
I heard my bf hop off the call. I felt my body shaking in anticipation. I waited for him to open the bedroom door and see me, exposed and helpless.
But he didn't come in right away.
Whether he genuinely had more work to do, or knew I had tied myself up and wanted to make me wait and suffer a bit, I don't know.
Quickly my legs started to get sore, apparently the break had only paused my muscles, not let them recover from the stress position. And it was a stress position, my core was constantly engaged. My legs were constantly stretched no matter where in the air I moved my feet. Depending on the ankle, the tight ropes either pulled on my ankles or on the center arch of my feet, and I had to constantly be switching which part to be pulled on to mitigate the pain.
I got to a point where I suddenly desperately wanted out. But I couldn't reach the keys to unlock my wrists, and I couldn't reach the knots to release my legs.
I was trapped until my bf let me go.
He walked into the room right as I was about to call for help.
"Can you untie me," I asked through the leather muzzle, "my legs are really starting to hurt."
He smiled and walked to the side of the bed. He ran his fingers across my exposed feet, then down my leg towards my inner thigh. My nerves lit up, with a rush of excitement and ticklishness.
For a few minutes he toyed with me, tickling my feet so I squirmed and kicked my bound legs, gently teasing every part of my exposed body except for my cock so I stayed rock hard and desperate for more, and slowing bringing his hand up towards my neck - which he knew good and well would make me start struggling like nothing else would.
After a few overwhelming minutes, he picked up the keys. But instead of unlocking me, he took them and left the room.
I was probably only alone for 5 minutes.
But it felt alot longer.
The stress position was really getting to me. I tried every possible angle to give my leg muscles reprieve, but none were truly restful. My core and arms were even starting to hurt from the bent and curled up position I'd made myself endure. I'd spent hours tied spread-eagle or to a chair before I'd truly been desperate to get free, but with this position it had only taken 15 minutes before I was begging my bf to release me.
The whole time too, I was rock hard. My cock was flat against my belly, the top of it rubbing against my skin. This movement, driven by my desperate struggling to ease the strain on my muscles, kept me steadily stimulated while my bf was gone. However, with the underside of my hard dick touching nothing but air, no amount of rubbing of the top of my shaft against my stomach would be able to get me off.
I was hard, in pain, and desperate to cum. Mission accomplished I guess, though I was quickly regretting it.
Thankfully, my bf returned. I begged him to let me go so we could go to our friends’ house as planned. I admitted I'd tied myself too well and was starting to hurt.
“I mean,” he said, dropping his pants and revealing his own beautiful, hard cock, “you can't just tie yourself like this and not expect me to do something about it.”
He sat on the bed in front of me, and began lubing up his dick. He put a little lube on his fingers and slid one into my hole.
“I assume you're cleaned out.”
I nodded and whimpered as I felt his finger inside me.
After a couple minutes of opening me up, he slid his cock into my ass.
I'd bottomed for him many times before, and been tied up and bottomed for him many times as well. Being fucked while tied up was an especially submissive feeling; I couldn't get away, I couldnt resist or stop him from using my body for his pleasure (not that I wanted to of course - just that the fantasy of being used against my will was incredibly hot).
But this was a whole other level.
It was probably the most exposed I felt. My ass was presented, my legs forced open, I couldn't fight in anyway to stop him from fucking my helpless hole. My entire body was shaking from arousal, the muscles fatigue, and the power my lover exerted as he pounded his cock deeper and deeper inside me.
And he was able to get quite deep. The position I'd tied myself in meant my cheeks were spread, so his entire cock could get inside me with as little of my fat ass in the away as possible.
I was on cloud nine, it was one of the hottest fucks in months.
My boyfriend switched angles so he was laying over on top of me though my open legs. I felt his cock shift inside me and hit different spots. He grabbed my neck and held it, not choking me but showing me he had complete power over me.
Normally at this point while being fucked I would need a breather, to let my hole and legs rest before going at it again. But I would get none. I couldn't stop him or close my legs, I was forced to push through and keep getting fucked until he was finished.
My beautiful, wonderful, unbelievably sexy boyfriend started to slow down, then forced himself as deep as he could go. He was close. I'd been close the whole time.
He grabbed my leaking cock as he pushed his inside me one last time. I felt him cum deep in my ass as I was also tumbling over the edge. He held his dick inside me, and kept a firm grasp on my cock as I shot my load up to my chest.
We laid there for a minute, breathing together, his beautiful face inches from mine. His cock inside me. My cock in his hand. Our bodies together as we both came down from the incredible high.
"I got a meeting from 5 to 6, but then I'm done."
Perfect.
I'd just gotten home from my own job, and the two of us had plans for tonight, but with it being 4:45 now, I had a perfect window for some short and sweet bondage fun.
I went into our room while my bf continued to work on his laptop in the living room, I closed the door as to not disturb him.
I stripped naked and spent a good half an hour tying myself in different chest harnesses, hip harness, and leg bondage. I head my bf hop on his video call meeting from the other room.
As I tied myself I had an idea. A new position that would be a fun stress position by itself, and hopefully an invitation for my bf to join the fun once he got off work.
I cleaned out in the bathroom, then returned to our bed.
I was nspired by this picture from alltangledup's bluesky:
► Show Spoiler
My solution was to tie my ankles in single column knots, with a loop around the center of my foot to further restrict movement and disperse the rope's pull so it wouldn't be all on one part of my body. Then I ran the rest of the rope to the wood poles on the head board and pulled tight enough that my feet were forced outwards and upwards, off the bed and into the air. When I was sure the rope was short enough I couldn't put my feet down or block my exposed cock or ass, I ran the rope back to my ankles and tied the knot.
I laid there, my legs forced up off the bed. It was 5:15. I wanted to test the position for a bit before commiting to it, so I decided to only restrain one wrist. To do this I locked a wrist cuff on myself wit a small padlock, then used a big padlock to lock that wrists cuff to the loop of chain my bf and I kept around the far wooden poles of our headboard (to allow for quick and easy spread-eagle bondage).
I laid there, legs in the air, ass and dick on full display, one hand tied to the bed, and the other scrolling my phone.
I was immediately pleased with how hot the position was, I felt exposed, helpless, and submissive. The position put a strain on my leg muscles, nothing to terrible, but definitely a subtle enough torture to really drive home my helplessness.
15 minutes into my test run, I decided to take a break and rest my muscles before locking myself in for real.
I relaxed, untied my ropes that kept my legs in the air, and unlocked my one chained wrist. As the clock tickles closer to 6, I strapped myself in a head harness, though I didn't stuff my mouth with anything first in case there was an emergency and I needed to call out to my bf. The muzzle was more an aesthetic consideration than a gag.
5:55, go time. I retied my ankles so my legs were forced up into the air. I locked my left wrist to the head board, put an open padlocked through the ring of my locked right wrist cuff, dropped the keys on the bed in front of my exposed crotch, and locked my right wrist to the chains on the headboard.
I tested my bonds, found myself successfully trapped, and waited - since there was nothing else I could do.
► Show Spoiler
But he didn't come in right away.
Whether he genuinely had more work to do, or knew I had tied myself up and wanted to make me wait and suffer a bit, I don't know.
Quickly my legs started to get sore, apparently the break had only paused my muscles, not let them recover from the stress position. And it was a stress position, my core was constantly engaged. My legs were constantly stretched no matter where in the air I moved my feet. Depending on the ankle, the tight ropes either pulled on my ankles or on the center arch of my feet, and I had to constantly be switching which part to be pulled on to mitigate the pain.
I got to a point where I suddenly desperately wanted out. But I couldn't reach the keys to unlock my wrists, and I couldn't reach the knots to release my legs.
I was trapped until my bf let me go.
He walked into the room right as I was about to call for help.
"Can you untie me," I asked through the leather muzzle, "my legs are really starting to hurt."
He smiled and walked to the side of the bed. He ran his fingers across my exposed feet, then down my leg towards my inner thigh. My nerves lit up, with a rush of excitement and ticklishness.
For a few minutes he toyed with me, tickling my feet so I squirmed and kicked my bound legs, gently teasing every part of my exposed body except for my cock so I stayed rock hard and desperate for more, and slowing bringing his hand up towards my neck - which he knew good and well would make me start struggling like nothing else would.
After a few overwhelming minutes, he picked up the keys. But instead of unlocking me, he took them and left the room.
I was probably only alone for 5 minutes.
But it felt alot longer.
The stress position was really getting to me. I tried every possible angle to give my leg muscles reprieve, but none were truly restful. My core and arms were even starting to hurt from the bent and curled up position I'd made myself endure. I'd spent hours tied spread-eagle or to a chair before I'd truly been desperate to get free, but with this position it had only taken 15 minutes before I was begging my bf to release me.
The whole time too, I was rock hard. My cock was flat against my belly, the top of it rubbing against my skin. This movement, driven by my desperate struggling to ease the strain on my muscles, kept me steadily stimulated while my bf was gone. However, with the underside of my hard dick touching nothing but air, no amount of rubbing of the top of my shaft against my stomach would be able to get me off.
I was hard, in pain, and desperate to cum. Mission accomplished I guess, though I was quickly regretting it.
Thankfully, my bf returned. I begged him to let me go so we could go to our friends’ house as planned. I admitted I'd tied myself too well and was starting to hurt.
“I mean,” he said, dropping his pants and revealing his own beautiful, hard cock, “you can't just tie yourself like this and not expect me to do something about it.”
He sat on the bed in front of me, and began lubing up his dick. He put a little lube on his fingers and slid one into my hole.
“I assume you're cleaned out.”
I nodded and whimpered as I felt his finger inside me.
After a couple minutes of opening me up, he slid his cock into my ass.
I'd bottomed for him many times before, and been tied up and bottomed for him many times as well. Being fucked while tied up was an especially submissive feeling; I couldn't get away, I couldnt resist or stop him from using my body for his pleasure (not that I wanted to of course - just that the fantasy of being used against my will was incredibly hot).
But this was a whole other level.
It was probably the most exposed I felt. My ass was presented, my legs forced open, I couldn't fight in anyway to stop him from fucking my helpless hole. My entire body was shaking from arousal, the muscles fatigue, and the power my lover exerted as he pounded his cock deeper and deeper inside me.
And he was able to get quite deep. The position I'd tied myself in meant my cheeks were spread, so his entire cock could get inside me with as little of my fat ass in the away as possible.
I was on cloud nine, it was one of the hottest fucks in months.
My boyfriend switched angles so he was laying over on top of me though my open legs. I felt his cock shift inside me and hit different spots. He grabbed my neck and held it, not choking me but showing me he had complete power over me.
Normally at this point while being fucked I would need a breather, to let my hole and legs rest before going at it again. But I would get none. I couldn't stop him or close my legs, I was forced to push through and keep getting fucked until he was finished.
My beautiful, wonderful, unbelievably sexy boyfriend started to slow down, then forced himself as deep as he could go. He was close. I'd been close the whole time.
He grabbed my leaking cock as he pushed his inside me one last time. I felt him cum deep in my ass as I was also tumbling over the edge. He held his dick inside me, and kept a firm grasp on my cock as I shot my load up to my chest.
We laid there for a minute, breathing together, his beautiful face inches from mine. His cock inside me. My cock in his hand. Our bodies together as we both came down from the incredible high.