Zeus (self-bondage alt)

There is no one home and everything has been done. Today is the perfect day to try out the new ropes. Zeus flits around his room getting everything ready. Water if he gets thirsty. Balm for aftercare. Mirror facing the bed so he can see what he's doing. He walks over to the bed. Annd the most important thing, a long length of specially made rope. He picks it up running it over his hand and arm to admire how it shimmers with a golden hue and the softness of it. Hephaestus's handy work is always something to behold. Futtering fills his stomach as his dick starts to harden. "Ha, I am really getting excited already? I haven't even done anything." He says while shaking his head. "Well, Better get started." He climbs onto the bed, kneeling with his knees spread apart. The first tie is a wrap around his calf, then attached to his forearm near his elbow, leaving enough length between the two for movement. Damn, this is going to be tougher to do without touching himself than he thought. Biting his lip for focus, he continues on. He binds his other hand to the forearm. Then repeats the process for the other side but reversed. Each tie and loop spreads the pool of heat in his stomach. Finally he's done. Taking a few deep breaths, His eyes flutter close trying to settle himself. Fuck, just the act of tying himself up made him so god damn hard. He slowly opens his eyes to check out his work in the mirror he set up. Not the prettiest but pretty impressive for self bondage and will do for what he is planning. Well mostly The rope keeping him on his knees and legs spread apart was unnecessary for testing the strength. Hesitantly, he tries to break free his arms from the ropes. They creek slightly but holds. A smile creeps onto his face, it seems like it's going to work. Before he could test the limits of the strength more, footsteps walking seemingly towards his room causes him to freeze. His room door isn't locked. Why would it be no-one was supposed to be here. Go away. Especially don't come in here. go to into any room but just not this one! Zeus trys to will this person away with his thoughts.Of course it doesn't work and the door to his room creeks open. Shit. His head whips that direction making direct eye contact with the person. "It's not what it looks like!" In his panic he trys to gesture with his hands forgeting they are tied up. The bite of the rope stoping his movement sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his system causing his hips to jerk. His body curls forward, a groan rumbling deep in his chest from the sensation. "Nhhggggh, fuuck..." What is he even saying. It's actually exactly what it looks like. Zeus, the well respected judge of the Olympians, tied himself up for pleasure of it. As he trys to gain his composure back his kneeling form in mirror catches his eye. He is slumped forward legs open, his chest heaving from how hard he is panting, pupils are heavily dilated, and that is not even mentioning how prominent the bulge in his pants is. Yah, there is no other way to spin this. Even if there was, can't think. Head is too fuzzy to actually focus on anything but the full body buzz he gets from being helpless like this. His hips twitch again, dick aching for attention. Having someone staring at him isn't helping. His eyes fall to his dick straining against pants. No, In fact it makes his head swim more and is exasperating the mess that is the growing damp spot of pre-cum in his underwear. Falling deeper into subspace, Zeus just shifts his weight a few times before looking up at the person in the doorway with a small whiny grunt and what he imagines is a quite pathetic lost expression. This is absolutely humiliating.