I met Derek on a filthy hookup app that promised no strings, but he brought the ropes instead. We skipped the small talk in his dim basement apartment, the air thick with leather and sweat. He shoved me face-first against the wall the second the door locked. "Strip," he growled, and I did, yanking off my shirt and jeans until I stood there naked, cock already half-hard from the command in his voice.
He didn't waste time. Thick black ropes appeared from a drawer, and he looped them around my wrists, yanking them behind my back with a sharp tug that made my shoulders burn. "You wanted free gay bondage stories? You're living one now, slut." The words hit dirty and direct, no romance, just the truth of what we both craved. He bent me over a sturdy wooden table, kicking my legs apart. The rope around my ankles came next, cinched tight to the table legs so I couldn't close them. My ass was exposed, hole twitching in the cool air.
Derek ran a calloused hand over my cheeks, spreading them wide. "Look at that pretty hole, already begging." He spat on it, the wet sound loud in the quiet room, then pressed a thick finger inside without lube. I grunted, pushing back despite the stretch. "Fuck yeah, take it," he said, pumping that finger in and out, twisting to open me up. My cock throbbed against the table edge, leaking pre-cum onto the wood. He added a second finger fast, scissoring me open while his other hand reached around to grip my balls, tugging them down hard enough to make me gasp.
"More," I begged, voice raw. He laughed low and mean, pulling his fingers free and replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. No condom, no mercy—just the slick from his spit and my own desperation as he shoved in deep on the first thrust. I cried out, the burn turning to heat as he bottomed out, balls slapping my taint. He fucked me like he owned me, hips snapping hard, the ropes creaking with every jolt. My wrists strained against the knots, but they held, forcing me to take every inch.
He reached down and wrapped a length of rope around the base of my cock and balls, tying it off in a tight cockring that made everything swell bigger. Blood pulsed hot in my shaft, my dick bouncing untouched as he pounded my ass. "You're just a hole for me tonight," he muttered, voice gritty. "Free stories got you hard, but this is the real shit." Sweat dripped from him onto my back. He leaned over, biting my shoulder while he drove deeper, the table scraping the floor.
I lost track of time in the rhythm—thrust, pull back, thrust again, his cock dragging over my prostate until my vision blurred. Precum strung from my tied cock to the floor. When he pulled out suddenly, I whined, hole clenching on nothing. Derek untied my ankles just long enough to flip me onto my back on the table, then re-secured my legs spread wide, ankles roped again. My bound wrists stayed under me, arching my chest up. He climbed on, straddling my face first, shoving his cock down my throat. I gagged, spit running down my chin as he face-fucked me, balls heavy on my nose.
"Swallow that dick," he ordered, and I did, throat working around him until he pulled back and slapped my face with his wet shaft. Then he moved down, lining up again and slamming back into my ass. This angle let him jack my bound cock while he fucked, stroking fast and rough. The rope around my balls tightened with every pull. I was close, balls drawing up, but he stopped, edging me cruelly. "Not yet, boy."
He untied the cockring rope and replaced it with a thicker one, looping it around my shaft and tying a knot right under the head. Every thrust now made the rope tug and rub, driving me insane. Derek's pace turned brutal, skin slapping skin, his grunts mixing with my moans.
"Gonna fill this ass," he warned, then buried deep and came, hot pulses flooding my guts. He stayed inside, grinding as he milked the last drops, then pulled out slow so I felt every inch.
Cum leaked from my hole as he untied my wrists and ankles. But he wasn't done. He rolled me onto my stomach again, retying my hands in front this time, and pushed a thick plug into my sloppy ass to keep his load inside. "Story's not over," he said, stroking himself hard again while I lay there bound and used. He fucked my mouth once more, then my ass, slower this time but just as deep, until he came a second time. By the end I was shaking, cock aching, ropes biting into my skin with every move.
He finally untied everything, rubbing the marks on my wrists with rough thumbs. "Next time you read those free gay bondage stories, remember this." I left sore, marked, and already planning the next visit. The ropes had done their job—left me wrecked and wanting more.
