Jake shoved the heavy door shut behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the dim basement room. "Strip," he ordered, voice low and rough. Mike didn't hesitate. He peeled off his shirt, kicked away his jeans, and stood naked, cock already half-hard from the anticipation that had been building all week. Jake circled him once, eyes raking over every inch. "Hands behind your back."
Rope hissed as Jake pulled it from the shelf. He wound it tight around Mike's wrists, cinching them together so the fibers bit into skin. Another loop went around his chest, crossing over his nipples and pulling his shoulders back. Mike's breathing hitched when Jake added a chest harness that framed his pecs and forced his posture upright. "Kneel," Jake said, pushing down on his shoulder.
Mike dropped. Jake spread his knees wide with a booted foot, then tied each ankle to a ring set in the floor. The position left Mike exposed, ass cheeks parted, cock hanging heavy between his thighs. Jake crouched in front of him, grabbed a fistful of hair, and tilted his head back. "You asked for this. You begged for it last time we talked. Remember?"
"Yeah," Mike rasped. "Tie me tighter."
Jake smiled, dark and satisfied. He added more rope around Mike's thighs, binding them to his calves so he couldn't close his legs. Then he stood, walked behind, and ran a palm over Mike's ass before delivering a sharp slap. The sound cracked through the room. Mike jerked but the ropes held him fast.
Jake reached around and stroked Mike's cock in slow, firm pulls until it stood rigid and leaking. He didn't let him come. Instead he let go, stepped away, and returned with a thick leather blindfold. Once it was buckled on, Mike's world narrowed to sound, touch, and the throb of his own body.
A lubed finger pressed between his cheeks and circled his hole. Jake pushed inside without warning, working one finger, then two, scissoring and twisting until Mike was rocking back as much as the ropes allowed. "Greedy," Jake muttered. He added a third finger and fucked him with them until Mike was panting and dripping precome onto the floor.
The fingers withdrew. Mike heard the clink of Jake's belt, the rasp of a zipper, the wet sound of lube being slicked over a thick cock. Then the blunt head pressed against his hole. Jake gripped Mike's bound hips and shoved in deep in one thrust. Mike groaned, the stretch burning sweet and full. Jake didn't pause. He set a hard rhythm, hips slapping against Mike's ass, each stroke driving the ropes tighter against his skin.
Jake reached around and wrapped a hand around Mike's cock again, jerking him in time with his thrusts. "You take it so fucking well," he growled. "Tied up like a slut and loving every inch." Mike could only moan, words lost in the haze of restraint and sensation. Jake changed angle, nailing his prostate on every drive, and Mike's balls drew up tight.
"Don't come yet," Jake warned, squeezing the base of Mike's cock hard. He slowed his pace, grinding deep, letting Mike feel every thick inch buried inside him. Sweat slicked their skin. The ropes creaked with every movement. Jake pulled out, walked around, and fed his cock into Mike's mouth. Mike sucked greedily, tongue working the underside while Jake held his head and fucked his throat in short, controlled strokes.
When Jake pulled back, he untied the ankle ropes but left the wrist and chest harness intact. He hauled Mike to his feet, bent him over a padded bench, and retied his wrists to the legs of the furniture. Mike's ass was up, legs spread. Jake slid back inside him and pounded harder, one hand fisted in the ropes across Mike's back for leverage. The other hand reached under and stroked him again, this time with no mercy.
"Come," Jake ordered. Mike's orgasm hit like a punch, cock pulsing in Jake's fist, come splattering the floor. His ass clenched around Jake's cock.
Jake fucked him through it, then pulled out, stripped off the condom, and painted Mike's bound back and ass with thick ropes of his own come.
Jake untied him slowly afterward, rubbing circulation back into his wrists and shoulders, wiping him down with a warm cloth. Mike sagged against him, breathing hard, body humming with endorphins. "Good?" Jake asked, voice softer now.
"Fucking perfect," Mike answered. He leaned in for a kiss, slow and deep, the ropes forgotten on the floor around them. They stayed like that until the afterglow settled into something warm and solid between them.
