Mark shoved Jake face-down on the bed and yanked his wrists behind his back. “Don’t move,” he growled, looping thick rope around both wrists in two quick turns. The knots bit deep. Jake’s cock twitched against the mattress, already half-hard from the way Mark handled him.
Mark grabbed Jake’s ankles next and pulled them up, forcing his knees to bend. More rope circled each ankle, then connected to the wrist bindings. Jake was hog-tied, ass up, hole exposed, shoulders straining. He tested the ropes once. They didn’t give. His balls hung heavy between his spread thighs.
“Fuck, look at that,” Mark muttered. He ran a rough palm over Jake’s ass, then slapped it hard enough to make the flesh bounce. Jake grunted. Mark slapped the other cheek, then spread him open with both thumbs. He spat directly on Jake’s hole and rubbed the spit in with two fingers, pushing just the tips inside.
Jake pushed back as much as the ropes allowed. “More,” he said, voice already rough.
Mark laughed once, low. He shoved both fingers in to the second knuckle and fucked them in and out fast, twisting. “You’re gonna take whatever I give you.” He added a third finger without warning. Jake’s hole stretched around the thick digits, slick now from spit and the lube Mark finally squeezed out of the bottle. The wet sound of fingers pumping filled the room.
Mark pulled his fingers free and wiped them on Jake’s lower back.
He stood, stripped, and climbed onto the bed behind him. His cock was thick and already leaking. He slapped it against Jake’s hole a few times, then lined up and pushed. The head popped past the tight ring. Jake hissed through his teeth. Mark didn’t wait. He drove in with one steady thrust until his balls pressed against Jake’s taint.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Mark said. He gripped Jake’s hips and started fucking him in hard, short strokes, the ropes creaking with every thrust. Jake’s cock swung beneath him, dripping onto the sheets. Every time Mark bottomed out, Jake felt the stretch deep in his gut.
Mark reached under and grabbed Jake’s balls, tugging them down. “You don’t come until I say.” He kept pounding, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. Sweat dripped from Mark’s chest onto Jake’s back. He leaned forward, chest to Jake’s spine, and bit the back of his neck while he fucked deeper.
After a few minutes Mark pulled out. Jake’s hole clenched around nothing, shiny with lube. Mark untied the ankle ropes but left the wrists bound. He flipped Jake onto his back, legs spread wide, cock lying hard against his stomach. Mark grabbed the bottle again and slicked his own cock, then pushed back inside in one motion. He hooked Jake’s knees over his elbows and fucked him in long, grinding strokes, staring down at his face.
“Open your mouth,” Mark ordered. Jake did. Mark spat into it. Jake swallowed without being told. Mark grinned and sped up, the bed frame knocking the wall. He reached between them and wrapped a fist around Jake’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “You want to come with my dick in your ass?”
Jake nodded, breathing hard. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
Mark squeezed the base of Jake’s cock to hold him off. “Not yet.” He pulled out again, rolled Jake onto his side, and pushed back in from behind. One hand reached around to pinch a nipple while the other gripped Jake’s throat, not choking, just holding. The new angle made Mark’s cock drag over Jake’s prostate on every stroke. Jake’s moans turned into short, desperate sounds.
Mark kept him on the edge for what felt like forever, pulling out whenever Jake got too close, then sinking back in once he calmed down. By the time he finally untied Jake’s wrists and let him onto his hands and knees again, Jake was shaking, hole puffy and open.
Mark lined up one last time and drove in balls-deep. “Now,” he said, voice tight. He fucked Jake with everything he had, short and brutal. His hand reached under and jerked Jake’s cock fast. Jake came first, shooting thick ropes onto the sheets, hole clenching hard around Mark’s cock. Mark groaned, shoved in as far as he could go, and unloaded deep inside him, pulse after pulse.
He stayed buried while they both caught their breath. Slowly he eased out. Cum leaked from Jake’s hole and ran down his balls. Mark wiped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside. “Keep that in there,” he said. Jake nodded, still panting, wrists red from the ropes.
Mark untied the last knots, rubbed the marks on Jake’s skin, then pulled him down to lie on his chest. Jake’s breathing slowed. Mark’s hand rested heavy on the back of his neck.
“Next time I’m using the cuffs,” Mark said. Jake’s spent cock gave a weak twitch against Mark’s thigh.
“Fuck yes,” Jake answered.
