The ropes dug into Mark's wrists as Jake shoved him face-down on the bed. "Stay still, slut," Jake growled, yanking Mark's legs apart and looping thick nylon around his ankles. Mark's cock hung heavy between his thighs, already half-hard from the rough handling. Jake tied the final knot, leaving Mark spread wide, ass up, completely helpless.
Jake spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Mark's hole without warning. Mark grunted, pushing back on instinct. "Fuck yeah, open up for me," Jake said, twisting his fingers deep. He worked them fast, scissoring and stretching until Mark's rim was slick and loose. Then he pulled out and wrapped a tight leather strap around the base of Mark's balls, snapping it snug. Mark's cock jerked and started to swell harder.
Jake grabbed the thick fleshlight and slammed it down over Mark's cock in one brutal stroke. Mark shouted into the mattress. The toy was warm, tight, and already lubed. Jake didn't ease in. He pumped it hard and fast, twisting it on every downstroke so the ridged inside dragged over Mark's sensitive head. "That's it, take it. Your cock's mine now." Precum leaked steadily into the toy, making wet squelching sounds with every thrust.
Mark strained against the ropes, hips twitching. Jake kept the pace brutal for five straight minutes, then slowed just enough to edge him. He squeezed the toy tight at the base and held it still while Mark's cock throbbed inside it, right on the edge. "Not yet," Jake said. He pulled the toy off with a wet pop, leaving Mark's cock shiny and angry red, balls drawn up tight against the strap.
Jake switched to his hand. He gripped Mark's shaft with a firm, twisting stroke, thumb rubbing hard circles under the head on every upstroke. His other hand reached under and pressed two fingers back into Mark's hole, finding the prostate and rubbing it in time with the handjob. Mark moaned loud and desperate. Jake milked him like that for another ten minutes, bringing him to the brink three separate times and backing off each time. By the fourth edge, Mark was shaking, drooling on the sheets, cock leaking a steady stream.
"Time to really milk you," Jake muttered. He untied Mark's ankles just long enough to flip him onto his back, then retied his legs spread wide and hooked over Jake's shoulders. Jake slicked up a thick prostate massager and shoved it in deep, angling it straight against Mark's gland. He turned it on low and wrapped his fist back around Mark's cock.
The combination was immediate and filthy. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against Mark's prostate while Jake stroked his cock in long, slow, twisting pulls. Cum started to leak out in a constant dribble without Mark even coming yet. Jake kept going, milking every drop. "Look at that, your cock's leaking like a broken faucet. Good boy." He sped up the strokes, thumb pressing hard into the slit, forcing more fluid out.
Mark came the first time with a broken shout, thick ropes shooting up his stomach. Jake didn't stop. He kept the vibrator pressed firm and the hand moving, forcing Mark straight into overstimulation. Mark thrashed against the ropes, cock still hard and twitching as Jake milked a second, weaker orgasm out of him within minutes. Cum bubbled out around Jake's fist, running down Mark's balls.
Jake pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with his own cock. He fucked Mark deep and steady while his hand never left Mark's shaft. Every thrust punched a grunt out of Mark. Jake used Mark's hole like a sleeve, pounding hard until he filled him up, then pulled out and immediately went back to milking Mark's cock with both hands now. He rolled Mark's balls in one hand and stroked with the other, working another load out in thick pulses that landed on Mark's chest.
By the fourth orgasm Mark was sobbing from the intensity, cock still rigid and sensitive. Jake untied one wrist, let Mark rest for thirty seconds, then retied it and started again. This time he used his mouth, sucking Mark down to the root and swallowing around him while two fingers worked his prostate. Mark came down Jake's throat with a hoarse cry, and Jake swallowed every drop before pulling off and licking him clean, then immediately starting to stroke again.
The last milking was slow and mean. Jake tied a cock ring on Mark, then used a soft silicone sleeve with a suction cup at the end. He pumped it steadily while talking dirty the whole time. "Gonna drain you dry. Your balls are gonna be empty for days. Keep leaking for me." Mark came one final time in weak, almost painful spurts. Jake kept the sleeve moving until nothing more came out, just dry twitches and Mark whimpering from the total exhaustion.
Jake finally untied him, wiped him down with a warm cloth, and pulled him into his arms. Mark's body was limp, cock soft and spent, hole twitching. "Good fucking boy," Jake said, kissing his temple.
Mark just nodded, too wrecked to speak, already half-asleep in the afterglow.
