Mark slammed the apartment door shut and shoved Jake against it, his hands already yanking at the guy's belt. "Strip," he growled. Jake didn't hesitate. He peeled off his shirt, kicked off his boots, and dropped his jeans, his cock already half-hard and swinging free. Mark grabbed him by the neck and marched him into the bedroom.
The bed had eyebolts screwed into the frame. Mark kept a coil of black rope on the nightstand. He pushed Jake onto his stomach and yanked his arms behind his back. The rope went around his wrists first, tight enough to bite. Mark looped it again and again, knotting it so Jake's hands were locked together at the small of his back. Then he spread Jake's legs wide and tied each ankle to a corner of the bed. Jake's ass was up, exposed, the rope pulling his thighs apart until his hole showed pink and vulnerable.
Mark ran a rough hand over the curve of Jake's ass. "Look at that fucking hole. Already twitching." He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside without warning. Jake grunted into the mattress. Mark finger-fucked him hard and fast, scissoring his fingers to stretch him open. When Jake started pushing back, Mark pulled out and wiped his fingers on Jake's thigh.
He stood up and stripped, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. He grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked himself, then climbed onto the bed between Jake's spread legs. He pressed the head of his cock against Jake's hole and shoved in with one steady thrust. Jake's bound body jerked, the ropes creaking. Mark bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep while Jake moaned.
"Fuck, you're tight," Mark said. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The bed frame rattled. Every thrust drove Jake's face into the sheets. Mark reached under him, found Jake's cock, and stroked it in time with his fucking. He didn't let Jake come. Every time Jake's balls tightened, Mark let go and slapped his ass instead.
After a few minutes Mark pulled out. He untied one ankle, flipped Jake onto his back, and retied the leg so both were spread wide and lifted. Jake's cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking. Mark tied fresh rope around Jake's chest and arms, binding his torso to the bed so he couldn't lift up. Then he straddled Jake's face.
"Suck," he ordered. Jake opened his mouth and took Mark's cock down to the root. Mark fucked his throat in short, rough strokes, one hand gripping Jake's hair. Spit ran down Jake's chin. Mark pulled out when he got close, moved back between Jake's legs, and shoved back into his ass.
He fucked him slower now, rolling his hips so every inch dragged over Jake's prostate. Jake's cock bounced with each thrust, untouched and dripping. Mark leaned down and bit one of Jake's nipples, then the other. He kept the pace steady until Jake was begging.
"Please, man. Let me come."
Mark grinned. He untied one of Jake's hands, wrapped it around his own cock, and told him to jerk off while he got fucked. Jake stroked fast. Mark picked up speed again, pounding him until the headboard banged the wall. Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and stomach. His ass clenched hard around Mark's cock. Mark kept fucking through it until he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and painted Jake's bound torso with his load.
He left Jake tied for a minute, breathing hard, cum cooling on his skin. Then Mark untied the ropes one by one, rubbing the red marks left behind. Jake lay there loose and wrecked, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Same time next week?" Mark asked.
Jake nodded. "Bring the thicker rope."
