The cuffs clicked shut around Jake's wrists, cold metal biting into his skin as Derek yanked the chain taut to the headboard. "Don't fucking move," Derek growled, his voice low and rough. Jake's cock twitched hard against his stomach, already leaking, because this was exactly what he'd begged for. Derek was bigger, meaner, and knew how to tie a man down so he couldn't do shit but take it.
Derek's hands roamed without mercy, slapping Jake's pecs, pinching his nipples until Jake hissed. "Look at this slutty body, all spread out for me." He grabbed Jake's balls, squeezing just enough to make him arch. Then the rope came out. Thick, rough hemp looped around Jake's thighs, forcing his legs wide and up, ankles secured to the same headboard rings. His ass was completely exposed, hole clenching at nothing.
Derek spat on it, rubbed the spit in with two fingers, and pushed straight in without warning.
"Fuck!" Jake shouted, the stretch burning good. Derek finger-fucked him hard, twisting, scissoring, adding a third finger fast. "This hole's mine tonight. You asked for bondage male gay, you get the full deal." He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on Jake's face, then stood up to strip. His cock was thick and veined, already rock hard. Derek stroked it once, twice, then climbed onto the bed between Jake's forced-open thighs.
He didn't ease in. Derek lined up and shoved his cock balls-deep in one thrust. Jake's whole body jerked against the restraints, the cuffs and ropes holding him helpless while Derek pounded. Every slam drove Jake's back into the mattress, his own cock bouncing untouched and dripping. Derek grabbed Jake's hips, fingers digging bruises, and fucked like he hated him. "Take it, you tied-up whore. This is what you wanted, right? Bondage male gay, ass up, no escape."
Sweat slicked their skin. Derek leaned down, bit Jake's neck, then reached for the lube bottle and poured it straight over where they were joined. The wet sounds filled the room—skin slapping, lube squelching, Jake moaning every time Derek bottomed out and ground against his prostate. Derek didn't let up. He pulled almost all the way out, held there until Jake whined, then slammed back in. Over and over.
When Derek finally grabbed Jake's cock and started jerking it in time with his thrusts, Jake lasted maybe ten strokes before he shot hard, ropes of cum hitting his own chest and chin. His ass clamped down, milking Derek's dick. Derek groaned, buried himself to the root, and unloaded deep, flooding Jake's guts with hot pulses. He stayed inside, rocking slowly through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed put.
Only after he softened did Derek pull out and start untying the ropes. He rubbed the red marks on Jake's skin, kissed the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "Good boy. Next time we add the blindfold." Jake just lay there catching his breath, wrists still cuffed, ass sore and leaking, already thinking about round two.
