You grind against the pool float until you cum.

It's too late. {if BoundHands = 1}{if HandsInFront = 1}The rope keeping your hands bound together. {elseif HandsInFront = 0}The rope binding your hands behind your back. {endif}{endif}{if BoundWaist = 1}The rope belt snugly wrapped around your waist. {endif}{if BoundFeet= 1}The rope binding your ankles together. {endif}{if BoundHogtie = 1}The strict hogtie that Sebastian put you in. {endif}{if BoundCock = 1}It doesn't even matter that Leo tied your cock and balls to the pool float. {endif}You're so aroused from the frustration of being restrained that you have to get some relief.

{if GrindingOrgasms > 1}Just like you did earlier, you turn onto your front and grind your cock against the surface of the pool float. You hump away in long strokes, letting the pressure of the float against your cock and balls get you closer and closer to the edge. The pool float is starting to get a bit sticky with your sweat as well as the remnants of your earlier orgasm, but you try to ignore it and think about the guys on the team and how you would gladly give your body over to them to use if they would only get you off when they're finished with you... and then, just like that, you feel your climax approaching. Your balls tighten and you release another load, grunting into your gag with each shot of cum from your cock.

{else}Unable to reach your cock with your hands, you turn onto your front and grind against the surface of the pool float. The hard plastic is slick with your own sweat, but there's enough friction for you to slowly, achingly stimulate your dick. The thought of your team-mates arriving in the pool and seeing you like this, desperately humping the pool float in an effort to shoot your load, turns you on even more. Oh fuck, they would never let you forget that you made yourself cum in the pool while tied up... You feel yourself getting close. You breathe in sharply as your balls tighten and you continue grinding furiously against the pool float, and then you cum, each small scrape of your cock against the pool float driving another spurt of cum out of your dick, until finally you're spent. You catch your breath and watch the sticky white smear of your cum oozing away along one of the seams in the pool float.{endif}

When you eventually feel ready to resume your efforts to escape, you find to your dismay that the ropes have tightened up a little from your struggle.