Mike was already naked and hard when Jake walked in. The ropes were laid out on the table, thick and rough, ready to bite into skin. Jake didn't say much. He just grabbed Mike by the shoulders and shoved him face-down on the mattress.
"Wrists first," Jake ordered. He looped the rope tight around Mike's left wrist, yanked it up to the headboard post, and knotted it hard. Mike grunted as the fibers dug in. Jake did the same to the right wrist, stretching Mike's arms wide. Then he moved to the ankles, spreading Mike's legs until his ass was fully exposed and vulnerable.
"Look at that hole," Jake muttered, running a rough palm over Mike's cheeks. He slapped one side hard. "Fucking begging for it already." Mike pushed back against the ropes, testing them. They held tight. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already leaking.
Jake stripped fast. His own dick stood thick and veined. He climbed onto the bed, straddled Mike's thighs, and spat into his palm. Two fingers shoved straight into Mike's ass without warning. Mike hissed, but the ropes kept him pinned. Jake worked the fingers deep, twisting, stretching, getting him open.
"Take it," Jake said. "You're gonna take a lot more." He pulled the fingers out, lined his cock up, and pushed in slow but steady. Mike's hole stretched around the head, then the shaft, until Jake's balls pressed against him. Jake started fucking right away, hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force. Each thrust drove Mike forward against the ropes. His wrists burned from the pull.
Jake reached under and grabbed Mike's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Don't come yet," he warned. "Not till I say." Mike moaned into the sheets, body jerking. Jake fucked him faster, skin slapping, sweat starting to slick their bodies. When Mike got too close, Jake stopped stroking and just gripped the base of his cock tight until the urge passed.
After a while Jake pulled out. He untied the ankles only to flip Mike onto his back, then retied the legs spread even wider. Mike's cock lay flat against his stomach, throbbing. Jake tied a length of rope around the base of Mike's balls and cock, cinching it snug. "This'll keep you right on the edge," he said. He climbed up and fed his cock into Mike's mouth. Mike sucked greedily, tongue working the underside while Jake held his head and thrust shallow.
Jake pulled out and moved back down. He pushed back inside Mike's ass and started pounding again, one hand on Mike's throat, the other twisting his nipples. Mike's moans got louder, desperate. Every time his cock twitched toward orgasm, the rope around his balls stopped it cold.
Jake kept him there for what felt like hours, switching between fucking his ass, his mouth, and edging him with fingers and tongue. Mike's skin was slick with sweat, rope marks already red on his wrists and ankles. When Jake finally untied the cock rope, Mike nearly sobbed with relief.
Jake slammed back in and fucked him mercilessly. "Come now," he growled. Mike's orgasm hit like a punch, cum shooting across his own chest and stomach in thick ropes. Jake kept thrusting through it, then pulled out and painted Mike's hole and ass with his own load.
He left Mike tied a few minutes longer, breathing hard, cum cooling on his skin. Then Jake started untying the knots, slow and careful, rubbing the sore spots. Mike stayed limp and satisfied, ropes finally falling away.
"Next time we use the spreader bar," Jake said. Mike just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought.
