Dominic whimpers, looking up at his boyfriend as he gets ready to leave for work. He's currently sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed and tethered to the bedpost. He reaches up to itch at the uncomfortable pink collar.

But, shit, he's so horny. That's what got him into this mess, really. As soon as he woke up, he was climbing on top of his boyfriend and begging to be railed. Fuck, why'd I do that?

Dominic's thoughts are interrupted when his boyfriend walks towards him. He sits up on his knees and looks up at him. "Come on, you're not just gonna leave me here," he says, but his voice comes out as more of a whine than a demand.

No response. He just walks past Dominic and doesn't even look at him.

"Hey! ..." He protests, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "Let me off the leash."

Dominic doesn't quite listen to the gentle reassurance from his boyfriend. He's distracted by the fact that he's finally, finally looking at him. He whimpers a bit when his boyfriend pulls away.

And just leaves the flat.

Dominic feels like he's going insane.

First, he tries to take the collar off (to no avail). Then, he sleeps for a while, but not for long because, well, the floor is uncomfortable.

Eventually, Dominic can't ignore the persistent ache in his boxers. Hesitantly, he reaches down to palm himself, groaning at the pressure.

"Sh-shit," he says under his breath, hips bucking into his hand. He reaches into his boxers, grabbing his cock and stroking himself a few times. "Fuck," he murmurs, voice a bit louder this time. He's home alone, right? What's the harm?