I met Jake through those raw gay bondage stories on Tumblr. He posted pics of himself in rope, ass up, hole exposed, begging for it in the captions.
I messaged him the same night. Two weeks later he was at my door, already hard in his jeans.
"Strip," I said the second he stepped inside. No small talk. He peeled off his shirt, kicked off his boots, and shoved his pants down. His cock slapped up against his stomach, thick and already dripping. I grabbed the coil of black rope from the table and pushed him face-first against the wall.
Wrists first. I looped the rope tight around them, cinching it so his shoulders pulled back. He grunted when I yanked the knot. "Fuck yeah," he muttered. I ran the rope down between his ass cheeks, splitting them, then wrapped it around his thighs and pulled everything snug. His balls hung heavy underneath the rope, trapped and swollen. I gave them a sharp slap and he jerked forward, cock twitching.
"On the bed. Face down." He climbed up, rope creaking with every move. I tied his ankles to the footboard, spreading his legs wide. The position left his hole completely open, pink and clenching. I spat on it once, then worked two fingers in dry. He pushed back, taking them easy. "More," he growled. I added a third and twisted.
I left him like that while I stripped. My cock was rock hard, veins standing out. I climbed on the bed behind him and rubbed the head against his hole, smearing spit and pre-cum around the rim. "You want this dick or you want to keep reading stories about it?" I asked. He answered by shoving his ass back as far as the ropes allowed.
I sank in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way. Jake moaned loud and filthy. I grabbed the rope running down his crack and used it like a handle, pulling him onto my cock with every thrust. The bed frame rattled. His hole gripped me tight, hot and slick. I reached under him and grabbed his balls, squeezing while I fucked him harder.
Sweat ran down my chest onto his back. I leaned forward, chest to his bound arms, and bit the back of his neck. "You’re just a hole now," I told him. "Tied up and taking it." He nodded against the mattress, drooling. I pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and retied his legs so his knees were up by his ears. His cock lay heavy on his stomach, leaking a steady stream onto the rope.
I pushed back inside and started pounding again, watching his face twist with every deep stroke. His balls bounced with the force. I wrapped one hand around his throat and squeezed just enough to make his eyes roll. With the other I jerked his cock in time with my thrusts. He came first, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and the black rope. His hole spasmed around me and I lost it, flooding him deep.
I stayed inside him while we both caught our breath. Then I untied the knots one by one, rubbing the deep red marks the rope left behind. Jake lay there loose and wrecked, cum leaking out of his used hole. He looked up at me with a lazy grin.
"Next time post the pics on Tumblr," he said. "Let the rest of them see what real bondage looks like."
