Mark shoved Jake against the brick wall the second the apartment door slammed shut. "Strip," he growled, already yanking Jake's shirt over his head. Jake's cock was half-hard before his jeans hit the floor. Mark didn't waste time with sweet talk. He grabbed the coil of black rope from the table and shoved Jake face-down onto the mattress.
"Wrists behind your back." The rope bit in fast, loops tight around each wrist, then cinched together so Jake's shoulders pulled back. Mark tested the knot with a hard tug that made Jake grunt. Next came the ankles, rope looped and pulled until Jake's legs were bent and spread, heels almost touching his ass. Mark added a thick leather collar and clipped it to a short chain bolted to the headboard. Jake was stuck, ass up, hole exposed, cock swinging heavy between his thighs.
Mark spat on his fingers and shoved two straight in. No warm-up, just rough stretching that made Jake curse into the sheets. "Fuck, you're tight," Mark muttered, twisting his fingers deep, scissoring hard. Jake pushed back as much as the ropes allowed, hole clenching around the intrusion. Mark added a third finger and pumped them fast, the wet sound filling the room.
When Mark pulled his fingers out, Jake whined. "Shut up," Mark said, lining up his thick cock. He drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
Jake's whole body jerked against the ropes. Mark didn't stop. He fucked hard and steady, hips slapping against Jake's spread cheeks, one hand gripping the rope around his wrists for leverage. Every thrust shoved Jake forward until the collar chain went taut.
Mark reached under and grabbed Jake's cock, stroking it in time with his pounding. "You like being tied up like a fucking slut, don't you?" Jake moaned louder, hole fluttering around Mark's cock. Mark slowed just enough to add more spit, then hammered back in. Sweat dripped off his chest onto Jake's back. He pulled out suddenly, flipped Jake onto his side, and shoved back in from a new angle that nailed his prostate every time.
Jake's cock leaked steadily onto the sheets. Mark kept one hand on the ropes and the other wrapped around Jake's throat, squeezing just enough to make his head swim. "Don't come yet," Mark ordered, but his fist kept stroking. Jake's balls drew up tight. Mark slammed in deep and held there, grinding his hips in tight circles while Jake trembled on the edge.
Finally Mark pulled out, untied one ankle, and flipped Jake onto his back. He pushed Jake's knees to his chest and tied the rope from wrists to ankles so he was folded in half, hole presented like an offering. Mark climbed on and sank back in. This time he went slower, deeper, staring down at Jake's flushed face while he fucked him with long, deliberate strokes.
"Come," Mark finally said, and Jake shot hard, ropes of cum hitting his own chest and chin. His hole clamped down, milking Mark's cock until Mark grunted and unloaded deep inside him, filling him with hot pulses. Mark stayed buried for a long minute, breathing hard, then slowly untied the ropes.
He rubbed the red marks on Jake's skin, fingers gentle now. Jake lay loose and wrecked, cum leaking from his hole, chest still heaving. Mark leaned down and licked a stripe through the mess on Jake's stomach before kissing him slow and deep. "Good boy," he murmured against Jake's mouth. Jake smiled, already half-hard again despite the ache in his wrists and shoulders.
They stayed tangled like that until Mark got up for water and a warm cloth. He cleaned Jake carefully, then pulled him into his arms. The ropes lay discarded on the floor, but the satisfied burn in Jake's muscles and the ache in his ass would last for hours. Mark's hand stroked lazy circles on his back. "Next time," Mark said quietly, "I'm using the spreader bar." Jake pressed closer, already nodding.
