Mark shoved the door shut behind them, the click of the lock loud in the dim apartment.
"Strip," he ordered, voice low and rough. Jake didn't hesitate. He yanked off his shirt, kicked free of his jeans, and stood there naked, cock already half-hard from the way Mark looked at him like he was meat to be handled.
Mark pulled a coil of thick black rope from his bag and tossed it on the bed. "Wrists out." He grabbed Jake's arms and started wrapping, looping the rope tight around both wrists, cinching them together so the fibers dug in. Jake hissed at the burn but his dick jerked harder. Mark yanked the knot secure, then pushed Jake face-down on the mattress.
"Ass up." Mark grabbed Jake's hips and hauled them high, spreading his knees wide. He ran a hand down Jake's spine, then slapped one ass cheek hard enough to leave a red print. "Look at that hole, already twitching for it." He spit on his fingers and shoved two straight in, no warning, twisting deep. Jake groaned into the sheets, pushing back.
Mark worked his fingers in and out fast, scissoring, stretching. "Fucking greedy," he muttered. He pulled out, wiped his hand on Jake's thigh, and grabbed the rope again. He looped it around Jake's thighs, binding them open, then ran another length from his bound wrists down to his ankles, hog-tying him so every move made the ropes pull tighter.
Jake's cock hung heavy and leaking between his spread legs. Mark stood back and stroked himself, watching. "You stay like that till I say." He stepped closer, pressed the head of his thick cock against Jake's hole, and shoved in halfway in one thrust. Jake yelled, the stretch burning, but Mark didn't stop. He slammed the rest of the way home, balls slapping, and started pounding.
The bed creaked with every drive. Mark gripped the ropes around Jake's wrists for leverage, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust. "Take it, you fucking slut. That ass was made for this." Sweat dripped off Mark's chest onto Jake's back. He reached under and grabbed Jake's balls, squeezing just shy of too hard while he fucked him raw.
Jake's moans turned into broken curses. His cock swung with the force of the thrusts, pre-cum stringing to the sheets. Mark pulled out suddenly, flipped Jake onto his back despite the tight ropes, and straddled his chest. He fed his cock into Jake's mouth. "Suck." Jake opened wide, taking it to the root, gagging when Mark held his head and fucked his throat. Spit ran down Jake's chin onto his own chest.
Mark pulled free, moved down, and shoved back into Jake's ass, this time slower but deeper. He leaned over, bit at Jake's nipple, then reached up and wrapped a hand around Jake's throat, squeezing just enough to make him light-headed. "You come when I tell you." He jerked Jake's cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast, thumb rubbing over the slick head.
The ropes creaked as Jake strained. His balls drew up tight. Mark slammed in hard, grinding against his prostate. "Now. Shoot." Jake came with a shout, ropes of cum splattering his stomach and chest while his ass clamped down. Mark fucked through it, then pulled out and stroked himself twice before painting Jake's face and open mouth with thick loads.
Mark untied the ropes slowly, rubbing the red marks on Jake's skin, but didn't let him move yet. He pushed two fingers back into the used hole, scooping out his own cum and feeding it to Jake. "Clean it." Jake sucked the fingers clean, eyes glassy.
They lay there catching breath, sweat cooling on skin. Mark finally loosened the last knots and pulled Jake against him. "Next time I'm using the spreader bar." Jake just nodded, already half-hard again at the promise.
