Jake slammed the door behind him and shoved Mark face-first against the wall. "Strip. Now." His voice was low and rough, no room for argument. Mark's hands shook as he yanked off his shirt, kicked free of his jeans, and stood there naked, cock already half-hard from the command. Jake grabbed a coil of thick black rope from the table and looped it around Mark's wrists, yanking them behind his back so tight the fibers bit into skin. "You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me to tie you up and use that hole like the slut you are."
Mark grunted when Jake kicked his legs apart and wound more rope around his ankles, connecting them to his wrists so he was bent forward, ass presented, unable to stand straight. The position stretched his shoulders and forced his face toward the floor. Jake didn't waste time. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Mark's ass, twisting and scissoring without lube or mercy. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna stretch this cunt open." Mark moaned, pushing back despite the burn. Jake added a third finger, pumping hard until Mark's cock dripped onto the floor.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one brutal thrust. Mark cried out, body jerking against the ropes. Jake gripped his hips and fucked him in short, savage strokes, balls slapping skin. "Take it. Take every inch." Sweat slicked their bodies. Jake reached around and squeezed Mark's balls hard enough to make him whimper, then stroked his leaking cock once before letting go. "Not yet. You don't come until I say."
After a few minutes Jake pulled out, leaving Mark empty and gasping. He untied the ankle ropes just enough to flip Mark onto his back on the padded bench, then retied him spread-eagle, wrists and ankles lashed to the corners. Thick leather straps went across his chest and thighs, cinched so tight breathing came shallow. Jake straddled Mark's face and fed him his cock, pushing deep into his throat until Mark gagged and tears ran. "Suck it clean, bitch." Mark's tongue worked sloppily around the shaft while Jake reached back and pinched his nipples, twisting until Mark's muffled moans vibrated up his length.
Jake pulled out and moved between Mark's spread legs again. This time he added a blindfold and a thick rubber gag that forced Mark's mouth wide. The only sounds were wet grunts and the slap of skin. Jake lined up and drove back in, pounding harder than before. The bench creaked. Every thrust shoved Mark against the straps. Jake spat on Mark's cock and jerked it in time with his fucking, thumb rubbing the head. "Gonna fill this ass. Gonna pump you full while you can't do shit about it."
Mark's body strained against every restraint, muscles standing out, cock throbbing in Jake's fist. When Jake felt his own orgasm building he slammed in deep and stayed there, grinding, shooting hot pulses inside. He kept stroking Mark until the bound man arched hard and shot across his own stomach in thick ropes. Jake didn't untie him right away. He left him there, ass leaking, chest heaving, ropes and straps holding him open and helpless while he caught his breath.
Later, Jake loosened the straps slowly, rubbing circulation back into Mark's limbs. Mark's voice came hoarse around the gag. "Again.
Soon." Jake grinned, already reaching for fresh rope. The night was far from over.
