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Link’s breathing was heavy. With every twist of the rope around his legs, he was making it more and more difficult to free himself. But he was alone in the creative house. He’d come here specifically to be alone, telling Rhett he had work to do and he wasn’t to be disturbed. He had, of course, finished up as quickly as possible to have some time alone to play.
He leaned back against the headboard of the spare bed and admired his handiwork. Both legs were tied in a beautiful shibari leg tie, ankles attached to thighs. His legs fell open, almost against his will and his stomach clenched at the sight of his own cock lying vulnerable between his legs. He closed his eyes and imagined some faceless person coming into the room and taking advantage of his exposed cock.
He wasn’t able to tie his own arms, but Link always came prepared. He reached for his backpack at the foot of the bed and retrieved a pair of black leather handcuffs. Two studded wrist straps connected by a chain with a spring release catch. Link couldn’t help feeling sexy as he buckled the cuffs on his wrists - he liked the way he looked in black.
When they picked out the bed that Link had insisted they didn’t need, he’d taken a sudden interest when Jessie started showing him wrought-iron headboards with bars. Bars he could tie stuff to. Bars he could grip onto. He’d never had a bed like that… at least not when he had use for them. He was grateful for Jessie’s insistence now as he clipped the chain onto one cuff and threaded it through the center of the headboard. It was an awkward stretch, but he managed to attach the chain to his other wrist.
As he settled on his back, arms held above him and legs splayed open below him, Link felt the tension leave his body. He squirmed a little, feeling his semi-hard cock moving against the cool air in the room, and imagined that faceless stranger again. This time they just stared at him, watching as he helplessly struggled against his bonds. His dick grew harder and he was now completely incapable of doing anything about it.
He sagged into the bed, allowing himself to relax in a way he rarely could, knowing he could stay here alone and undisturbed.
Link hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but he was startled awake by a sound at the front of the house. He lay still, legs and hands still bound, trying to hear what was going on.
“Link?” Rhett called from the hallway.
“Shit shit shit,” Link muttered to himself, reaching urgently for the catch on his left cuff. His heart was drumming so hard in his ears that he could barely hear a word Rhett was saying. Rhett’s voice was getting closer, and the more frantic Link became, the less his fingers wanted to cooperate.
“Where are you?” Rhett said, right outside the door now.
“I’m in the middle room,” Link said, trying to keep his voice level. “Don’t come in, I’m not dressed.”
He heard Rhett laugh through the door. “Why not?”
Link sighed. “I was taking a nap and it was hot,” he said. Not totally a lie.
“Okay,” Rhett said, apparently accepting that as normal. “I brought you dinner. I thought you might be hungry.”
“Oh, thanks,” Link said, still struggling to get a grip on the catch. He moved as little as possible, afraid if Rhett heard the sound of the metal chain touching the metal bars he would somehow figure out what Link was up to. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
With a muttered “cool”, Rhett wandered off, leaving Link to continue his escape.
A little calmer now, Link shuffled up the bed as best he could to give the chain a little slack. From the new position, he could see the problem. The clasp at his left wrist had gotten stuck at a weird angle and wouldn’t open. But that was okay; Link was pretty dextrous with his left hand too.
It was a little more awkward, but he could just about reach the other clasp. His fingertips grazed the metal catch, but he couldn’t quite pull it in the right direction. The panic started to build again as he changed position, trying his best to work the mechanism.
It was becoming startlingly clear that he wasn’t going to be able to open the cuffs on his own. He tried to unbuckle the straps with his teeth, but the angle was all wrong. The harder he tried to move his wrists, the tighter the cuffs felt. In a final attempt to free himself, he pulled as hard as he could on both arms, hoping something would break and free his hands, but it was no use.
With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Link realized he was going to need someone’s help. His phone was too far away to call Christy, but maybe Rhett could call her. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath, hoping Rhett wouldn’t ask too many questions.
“Hey Rhett?” Link shouted, loud enough for Rhett to hear in the front room. Moments later, he heard footsteps approaching.
“Everything okay?” Rhett asked through the door.
“Not exactly,” Link admitted. “Could you call Christy for me and get her to come over?” Christy didn’t share Link’s interest in bondage, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’d seen him in a compromising position.
“Christy?” Rhett said, surprised. “What’s the matter? Can’t I help?”
Link had expected this. “It’s a little embarrassing,” he said calmly. “I’d just rather have my wife help me.”
“Oh, okay,” Rhett said. Link could still hear him standing outside the door and a click as he unlocked his phone. “Why can’t you call her yourself?” he said, sounding a little more suspicious.
“I can’t get to my phone,” Link said quickly, mentally kicking himself. Why didn’t he just say the battery was dead?
“Huh… okay,” Rhett said before falling silent.
Link held his breath, listening intently to hear if Christy answered his phone. The silence dragged on… and on.
“She’s not answering,” Rhett said eventually.
“Shit,” Link said under his breath. She was probably having dinner with the kids right now and they all observed a strict ‘no phones at the table’ policy.
The room was warm, but Link had started to shiver. He couldn’t stop thinking about how exposed he was right now. He couldn’t even cover his lower half with a blanket.
“Are you sure I can’t help?” Rhett said against the door, worry creeping into his voice. “How bad can it be?”
“Pretty bad,” Link muttered, mostly to himself.
“Come on man,” Rhett said. “If you don’t tell me I’m just gonna come in.”
“Wait,” Link said urgently. He was out of options, but he could at least warn Rhett what he was getting himself into. “Look,” he said, “I was trying a sex thing and it didn’t go to plan.”
His confession was met with a moment of silence before Rhett said. “I see,” amusement evident in his tone.
“I just need someone to… untangle me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“And my dick is out,” Link added for clarity.
“Got it,” Rhett said, sounding calmer than he had any right to be.
“Okay,” Link said, bracing himself. “Come in, and please don’t laugh.”
Rhett pushed the door open and peeked around the frame. When he saw Link’s present state his mouth fell open.
“Can you get the cuffs off?” Link said, unable to even look at Rhett.
“Oh my gosh,” Rhett said quietly before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He crossed the room to the head of the bed. Without saying a word, he wrapped a hand carefully around Link’s wrist and tried to work the catch.
“That side is broken,” Link said, almost in a whisper.
Rhett started at the sound of Link’s voice. His grip on Link’s wrist seemed to tighten… or maybe it was the tightening in his chest. He tried not to think about his spread legs and exposed cock, but it was like a flashing beacon between them.
Eventually, Rhett got the chain off one side and Link was able to lower his hands.
“Thanks,” he muttered, still unable to look at Rhett.
“No problem,” Rhett said. His voice was calm but Link was certain things would be awkward between them later.
They rarely talked about sex beyond ‘it’s a thing I like’, and they’d joked about certain things on the show, but Link never thought Rhett would find out about this. Link hoped he would just let it go, but he already knew that wouldn’t be the case.
Moments later, Rhett still hadn’t moved. Link dared a glance at him and found Rhett staring, transfixed by Link’s legs. Not his cock, his legs.
Link was afraid to speak. This was so much worse than having Rhett make fun of him.
“Thanks,” Link said again, snapping Rhett back to reality.
Rhett met Link’s gaze, his mouth slightly ajar. “You did this to yourself?” he said eventually.
“Yeah,” Link said. He felt like he needed to defend himself, but he kept silent.
Rhett’s hand twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch him. “How did you learn to do that?”
“Internet,” Link breathed.
“Can you do… other stuff?”
“There are different ties for different body parts,” Link said, not really sure what Rhett was asking. “But I can only do leg and body ones on myself.”
Rhett nodded silently.
Link swallowed around a lump in his throat. He couldn’t help noticing Rhett wasn’t leaving.
“It looks really good on you,” Rhett said.
Link’s breath hitched as Rhett reached forward and ran a hand over the black rope at Link’s thigh.
“Rhett…” Link whispered. The faceless person from Link’s fantasy was suddenly becoming clearer.
“You need someone to tie your arms for you?” Rhett said, his fingers still grazing Link’s thigh.
He couldn’t ask Rhett to do that for him… could he? He imagined what it might feel like to lie face down on the bed, his arms and legs completely bound, knowing the only way out was when Rhett came back to release him. What he did by himself was fun, and it felt good, but in the back of his mind, he always knew he could get out of it.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Link heard himself say.
Rhett nodded, smiling slightly at the obvious interest Link’s cock was taking. “Tomorrow,” he suggested, “to give me time to Google it?”
“Tomorrow,” Link agreed.
They continued to stare at each other for a moment before Rhett suddenly regained his composure. “Your food’s getting cold,” he said casually. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Link let out a breath as soon as Rhett left the room and started to untie his legs. “Tomorrow…”