Peter squirmed against his restraints, his frustration mounting with every passing second. His body burned with need, and the tight confines of his pants made his arousal almost unbearable.
He wanted nothing more than to touch himself, to relieve some of the pressure building inside him, but the ropes binding him wouldn't allow it.
Sweat trickled down his temple as his breathing grew heavier, and despite his humiliation, the evidence of his desire was impossible to hide.
This, of course, didn't escape the sharp gaze of Ross, who paused mid-thrust to glance at Peter. A wicked grin spread across his face as he caught sight of the bulge straining against the fabric of Peter's pants.
"Oh? What's this?" Ross said mockingly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like your boy Peter is enjoying the show. Your weak boyfriend is excited to see you getting fucked, Maya?"
