Jake shoved the door shut behind them and grabbed Mike by the throat, slamming him against the wall. "Strip. Now. I want that ass ready for what I'm about to do to it."
Mike's hands shook as he yanked off his shirt and kicked out of his jeans. His cock was already stiff and leaking. Jake didn't wait. He spun Mike around, cuffed his wrists behind his back with thick leather restraints, and shoved him face-first onto the bed. "Stay the fuck there."
The paddle cracked across Mike's ass three times in quick succession. Hard. Mike grunted, hips jerking. Red welts bloomed on his skin. Jake spit on his hole, rubbed two fingers in, and shoved them deep without warning. "Tight little fuckhole. You're gonna take every inch tonight."
He pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Mike howled into the mattress. Jake didn't slow down. He fucked hard and mean, hips slapping, the cuffs rattling with every slam. Sweat dripped. The room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and Mike's broken moans.
Jake pulled out, flipped Mike onto his back, and locked his ankles into a spreader bar. "Look at that hole gaping for me." He slapped Mike's balls, then his cock, watching it bounce. Then he shoved back in and started pounding again, one hand around Mike's throat, the other jerking his dick in rough strokes.
" Beg for my load," Jake snarled.
"Please… fill me up," Mike gasped.
Jake came first, grinding deep and pumping thick ropes inside. He kept stroking Mike until he shot across his own stomach, body shaking in the restraints. Jake pulled out slow, watching his cum leak out, then scooped some up and fed it to Mike on his fingers.
"Swallow. We're not done. That was just round one."
