Greg had no idea how long he’d been like that, his wrists ached with fainted red marks on them from the chains.

The device at Greg’s side shifted suddenly, a deeper vibration rolling through the mattress, into his back, his legs.

It was maddening never enough to give relief, never enough to settle into. It kept changing, like Justin was tuning him with invisibility.

Greg’s breathing grew ragged as he felt his self becoming turned on. “I....” He swallowed. “You’re doing this on ...