He shoved the door open and the smell hit firstleather, sweat, and that sharp tang of metal from the chains hanging off the wall. Mark stood there naked already, hands behind his back like he knew the rules. His cock was half-hard, thick and veined, twitching under the low light. Jake didnt waste time with hello.
On your knees, slut, Jake said, voice low and rough. Mark dropped fast, knees hitting the padded mat. Jake circled him, boots heavy on the concrete. He grabbed a fistful of Marks hair and yanked his head back. Youre here to get used. Say it.
Im here to get used, Sir, Mark answered, mouth already open like he was begging for cock.
Jake unzipped and pulled his dick outeight thick inches, already leaking. He slapped it across Marks cheek, leaving a wet streak. Open wider. Mark obeyed and Jake shoved in deep, no warm-up, just straight to the back of the throat. Mark gagged but didnt pull away. Jake fucked his face hard, hips snapping, balls slapping Marks chin with every thrust. Spit ran down Marks neck. Jake pulled out only to wipe his cock over Marks lips. Good hole. Now stand up.
Mark rose. Jake pushed him toward the St. Andrews cross bolted to the wall. He strapped the wrists first, thick leather cuffs buckled tight, then the ankles. Marks ass was spread and exposed, pale cheeks already flexing. Jake ran a hand over them, then brought it down hardcrack. The sound echoed. Mark jerked but stayed quiet. Jake kept going, open palm, then fist, turning the skin red and hot. Count them.
Ten, Sir. Eleven, Sir. Each number came out rougher as the slaps landed on the same burning spots. By twenty Marks voice shook and his cock was dripping onto the floor.
Jake stepped back and grabbed the flogger. He let the tails drag across Marks back first, then swung. The leather kissed skin in a sharp, stinging rhythm. Red lines bloomed. Mark moaned, pushing his ass out for more. Jake flogged his thighs, his ass, the backs of his calves until the skin glowed. Then he dropped the flogger and pressed two lubed fingers straight into Marks hole. No teasingone knuckle, then two, twisting and scissoring. Marks hole clenched but took it.
Fuck, youre tight, Jake growled. He added a third finger and pumped hard, knuckles punching in. Marks cock swung heavy between his legs, untouched and leaking steady. Jake pulled his fingers out, wiped them on Marks ass, and lined up his cock. He pushed in slow at first, just the head, then slammed the rest in one thrust. Mark cried out, body jerking against the straps. Jake didnt stop. He fucked him deep and mean, hips slapping against the sore cheeks, balls swinging. Every stroke bottomed out, grinding against Marks prostate.
Jake reached around and grabbed Marks cock, stroking it rough in time with his thrusts. You dont come until I say. Understand?
Yes, Sirfuck, yes. Marks voice was wrecked.
Jake pounded harder, the cross creaking. Sweat dripped off both of them. He pulled out, unstrapped Marks ankles and wrists, then shoved him face-down onto the padded bench. He cuffed Marks wrists behind his back and spread his legs wide with a spreader bar. Jake climbed on, knees on either side of Marks hips, and sank back into that slick hole. The angle let him go even deeper. He grabbed Marks bound wrists for leverage and hammered in, dirty talk pouring out nonstop.
Take it, you greedy fuck. Your holes sucking me in. Gonna fill you up till it leaks. Mark moaned into the bench, pushing back as much as the restraints allowed. Jake reached under and twisted Marks nipples hard. Marks cock jerked and a string of pre-cum stretched to the floor.
Jake pulled out again, flipped Mark onto his back, and re-cuffed his wrists above his head. He shoved Marks legs up and apart, ankles hooked over his shoulders, and drove back in. This time he could watch Marks faceeyes glassy, mouth open, drooling. Jake wrapped a hand around Marks throat, not choking hard, just enough pressure to make him feel owned. He fucked faster, the bench slamming against the wall. His balls tightened.
Come, Jake ordered. Now.
Marks cock erupted untouched, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and stomach. His hole clamped down like a vice. Jake kept thrusting through it, then buried deep and unloaded, pumping hot cum straight into Marks guts. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow so the load could drip out.
Jake unbuckled the cuffs, rubbed the red marks on Marks wrists, and pulled him upright. They sat on the bench together, breathing hard. Mark leaned against Jakes chest, cum and sweat drying on his skin.
Next time Im using the cane, Jake said, voice still rough but quieter now.
Mark smiled, exhausted and satisfied.
Yes, Sir.
