Mark shoved the heavy door shut behind them and pointed at the padded bench in the middle of the room. “Strip and get on your back. Wrists and ankles to the cuffs. Now.”
Jake didn’t argue. He kicked off his boots, peeled out of his jeans and shirt, and lay down naked on the leather. The cuffs were already open. Thick padded leather, D-rings, heavy chains. Mark worked fast, buckling Jake’s wrists first, then his ankles, spreading him wide. The chains had just enough slack to let his legs bend a little but not close. His cock was already half-hard from the anticipation.
Mark walked around the bench once, checking every strap. He grabbed Jake’s balls and gave them a firm tug. “These are mine tonight. You don’t touch. You don’t come until I say. Understand?”
Jake nodded. Mark slapped his inner thigh hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Mark pulled a thick leather gag from the shelf, forced it between Jake’s teeth, and buckled it tight behind his head. The ball filled his mouth, pressing his tongue down. Drool started immediately. Mark smiled at the sight, then grabbed a bottle of lube and a thick black dildo.
He slicked two fingers and shoved them straight into Jake’s hole without warning. Jake grunted around the gag. Mark finger-fucked him rough and fast, scissoring, stretching, adding a third finger when he felt the muscle give. “Fuck, you’re already opening up for it. You want the real thing that bad?”
Jake moaned and nodded, hips twitching. Mark pulled his fingers out, wiped them on Jake’s stomach, and pressed the head of the dildo against his hole. He pushed it in slow at first, then slammed the last few inches home. Jake’s back arched off the bench. Mark twisted the toy, grinding it against his prostate until Jake’s cock was leaking steadily onto his abs.
Mark left the dildo buried deep and walked to the head of the bench. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick cock. He rubbed the head across Jake’s gagged lips, smearing precum on the leather. “You want this down your throat instead? Too bad. You’re staying gagged until I decide you’ve earned it.”
He stepped back between Jake’s spread legs, pulled the dildo out, and replaced it with his cock in one hard thrust. Jake shouted into the gag. Mark didn’t wait. He fucked him deep and steady, gripping the chains for leverage, pounding the same spot over and over. The bench creaked. Jake’s hole made wet, filthy sounds every time Mark bottomed out.
Mark reached down and wrapped a hand around Jake’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Don’t you fucking come. I feel you getting close, you hold it.”
Jake’s eyes were glassy. Sweat ran down his chest. Mark kept the pace brutal, switching between long strokes and short, grinding jabs that mashed against Jake’s prostate. Every time Jake got too close, Mark let go of his cock and slapped his balls instead. The sting made Jake’s whole body jerk in the cuffs.
After what felt like forever, Mark pulled out. He unlocked the ankle cuffs, flipped Jake onto his stomach, and re-cuffed his ankles so his ass stayed up and spread. He re-cuffed the wrists behind his back for good measure. Then he shoved back in, even deeper from this angle, and fucked him like he was trying to break him.
Mark leaned over Jake’s back, growling in his ear. “You’re just a hole right now. A tight, sloppy hole for me to use. Say it.”
Jake tried to talk around the gag. It came out as desperate, muffled noises. Mark laughed and fucked him harder. He reached under and jerked Jake’s cock again, fast and tight. “Come. Now.”
Jake’s orgasm hit like a punch.
His cock pulsed in Mark’s fist, shooting thick ropes across the leather. His hole clamped down hard. Mark kept pounding through it until he was right on the edge, then pulled out and painted Jake’s back and ass with his load.
He stayed there a minute, breathing heavy, watching his cum drip down the curve of Jake’s ass. Then he unlocked the cuffs one by one, removed the gag, and helped Jake sit up. Jake’s legs were shaky. Mark wiped him down with a warm cloth, handed him water, and pulled him against his chest.
“Still with me?” Mark asked, voice quieter now.
Jake nodded, voice hoarse. “Yeah. Fuck, that was good.”
Mark kissed the side of his head. “Good. Next time we’ll see how long you can last with the wand on your cock while you’re tied spread-eagle.”
Jake laughed, tired and satisfied. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Only in the best way.” Mark stood and started putting the gear away. “Shower, then bed. You’re staying over.”
Jake followed him, already thinking about the next time the cuffs would click shut.
