The warehouse smelled like old rope and sweat when Marcus shoved me against the wooden post. "Strip," he ordered, his voice low and rough. I peeled off my shirt, then my jeans, standing naked in the dim light while he watched. My cock was already half-hard from the anticipation. Marcus circled me, his boots echoing on the concrete floor. He grabbed my wrists and yanked them behind the post, wrapping thick hemp rope around them in tight, deliberate loops. The fibers bit into my skin, pulling my shoulders back until my chest thrust forward.
"Fuck, you look good like this," Marcus muttered, giving the knot a hard tug to test it. My arms were immobilized, chest exposed, legs free but useless for escape. He dropped to his knees and spread my thighs, tying each ankle to the base of the post with more rope. The position forced me to stand with my legs wide, balls hanging heavy, cock twitching in the cool air. Marcus stood and ran his rough palm over my chest, pinching one nipple hard enough to make me grunt.
He didn't waste time with teasing. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it in firm, dirty pulls until I was fully erect. "Look at this slutty dick getting hard from being tied up," he said, squeezing the head.
Precum leaked onto his fingers. Marcus wiped it across my lips, then shoved two fingers into my mouth. "Suck." I did, tasting myself while he watched with dark eyes. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, kissing me rough and deep, biting my lower lip.
Marcus stepped back and unbuckled his belt. He freed his thick cock, already leaking, and stroked it while staring at my bound body. "Gonna use every hole while you're helpless," he growled. He pressed close, rubbing his shaft against mine, the heat of his skin making me thrust forward as much as the ropes allowed. The friction was intense but not enough. Marcus laughed low and dropped to his knees again, taking my cock into his hot mouth in one swallow.
I moaned loud as he sucked hard, tongue working the underside while his hand cupped my balls. He bobbed fast, throat relaxing to take me deep. Spit ran down my shaft onto my tied thighs. When he pulled off, my cock glistened and throbbed. Marcus stood, wiped his mouth, and moved behind the post. His fingers found my hole, dry at first, pushing in with two at once. The stretch burned, but I pushed back onto them anyway.
"Greedy ass," he said, working his fingers in and out, scissoring them open. He added spit, then three fingers, twisting and pumping until my hole clenched and loosened around him. My cock jerked untouched, dripping onto the floor. Marcus pulled his fingers free and lined up his cock. He pushed in slow but steady, the thick head stretching my rim wide. I groaned as he sank balls-deep, the ropes holding me steady while he started fucking.
Each thrust slammed me against the post. Marcus gripped my hips, pounding deep and hard, his balls slapping my ass. "Take that cock, boy," he grunted. "Tied up and getting fucked like the bondage whore you are." The words made my dick leak more. He reached around and stroked me in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. My orgasm built quick, but he stopped stroking right when I was close, leaving me gasping and desperate.
Marcus pulled out, walked around to my front, and fed his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, tasting my own ass on him. He fucked my face, hands in my hair, pushing deep until I gagged. Spit and precum coated my chin. He pulled back, slapped his wet cock against my cheek, then went back behind me. This time he entered slower, grinding deep, rolling his hips to hit my prostate with every stroke.
Sweat ran down my chest. The ropes creaked as I strained against them, muscles flexing. Marcus reached around again, jerking my cock with tight, twisting strokes. "Come for me," he ordered. "Shoot while you're tied and full of dick." The command pushed me over. My balls tightened and I came hard, ropes of cum shooting across the floor, my ass clenching around Marcus's cock. He fucked me through it, then pulled out and painted my lower back and ass with his load, hot and thick.
Marcus untied me slowly, rubbing the rope marks on my wrists and ankles. He pulled me down to the floor, holding me against his chest while we caught our breath. "Next time we use the spreader bar," he said, voice softer but still filthy. I nodded, already hard again at the thought of more gay bondage.
