Mark shoved the door shut behind them and grabbed the back of Jake’s neck, pushing him straight toward the bed. “Strip. Now. Face down.” Jake’s shirt hit the floor first, then his jeans and briefs in one shove. His cock already hung heavy and half-hard between his legs.
Mark didn’t waste time with words after that. He yanked thick black rope from the drawer and looped it around Jake’s wrists, yanking them behind his back so the knots bit into skin. Another length went around his ankles, cinching them together tight enough that Jake’s thighs strained when he tried to move.
“Spread those legs wider before I make you,” Mark growled. He forced Jake’s knees apart and ran a rough hand between his cheeks, thumb pressing hard against his hole without lube yet. Jake grunted, hips twitching. Mark spat on his fingers and shoved two in deep, scissoring fast. “Fuck, you’re already twitching for it. Knew you’d be a greedy hole once I got you tied.”
He added more rope across Jake’s lower back, securing his wrists down so he couldn’t lift his chest. Jake’s face pressed into the mattress, breath coming short. Mark climbed on behind him, still fully dressed, and ground his denim-covered bulge against Jake’s bare ass. The zipper teeth dragged over sensitive skin. “You’re not going anywhere. Gonna fuck this ass till you’re dripping.”
Mark stood again and pulled his own clothes off, cock springing free, thick and veined. He slapped it against Jake’s bound thigh a few times, leaving sticky trails. Then he poured lube straight onto Jake’s hole, pushed three fingers in this time, and twisted them hard. Jake moaned into the sheets. “Yeah, open up. I want that ring loose before I shove my dick in.”
Once Jake’s hole was slick and loose, Mark lined up and drove in with one hard thrust. Jake’s whole body jerked against the ropes; the knots held. Mark didn’t pause. He fucked in short, brutal strokes, hips slapping loud against Jake’s ass. Every time he bottomed out, Jake’s bound wrists tugged against the rope on his back. “Take it. That’s what you came here for, right? Gay bondage sex stories don’t write themselves. You wanted to be the guy who gets tied and used.”
Mark pulled out, flipped Jake onto his back with effort, and retied his ankles up toward his shoulders so his hole stayed exposed and vulnerable. Fresh rope went across his chest, pinning his arms tighter. Mark climbed over him, fed his cock back into the stretched hole, and started pounding again, this time watching Jake’s face. Spit ran from the corner of Jake’s mouth. His own cock lay hard against his stomach, untouched and leaking.
“Beg for it,” Mark ordered, slowing to grind deep. “Tell me how bad you want my load in your guts while you can’t move.”
Jake’s voice came out hoarse. “Fuck me harder. Fill me up. Don’t stop till it’s leaking out.”
Mark grinned and slammed back in. He reached down and wrapped a fist around Jake’s cock, stroking fast in time with his thrusts. Jake’s moans turned ragged. His hole clenched around Mark’s dick every time Mark twisted his wrist on the upstroke. Sweat slicked both of them. The ropes creaked with every movement.
Mark pulled out again, untied just enough to flip Jake back onto his stomach, then retied the ankle ropes so his knees stayed spread wide. He pushed back inside and fucked him slower this time, rolling his hips to grind against Jake’s prostate on every stroke. Jake’s cock dragged against the mattress, getting friction from the movement alone. Pre-cum soaked a spot under him.
“Gonna come in you,” Mark warned, pace picking up. His balls slapped wetly. Jake could only nod, face mashed into the pillow, body locked in place by the ropes. Mark buried himself to the root and stayed there, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside. He kept grinding through it, forcing every drop in.
When he finally pulled out, cum followed, running down Jake’s crack. Mark scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside, then untied Jake’s ankles but left his wrists bound. He flipped him over one last time and straddled his chest. “Clean me off.” Jake opened his mouth and sucked Mark’s softening cock clean, tasting lube and cum together.
Mark stroked Jake’s cock with one hand while the other stayed tangled in his hair. It only took a few rough pulls before Jake shot across his own stomach, ropes jerking with the force of it. Mark kept his dick in Jake’s mouth until he softened completely, then finally loosened the wrist ropes.
Jake lay there breathing hard, skin marked red from the bindings. Mark wiped him down with a towel and tossed it aside. “Same time next week. I’ll bring the spreader bar.” Jake just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought.
