Mark shoved me face-first against the padded bench, his rough hand yanking my wrists behind my back. "Stay fucking still," he growled, looping thick rope around my forearms until the knots bit deep. My cock was already leaking against the leather, hard and throbbing from the second he walked in. He kicked my legs apart, exposing my hole, and spat right on it. "Look at that greedy ass. Begging for it already."
He didn't wait. His fingers shoved in dry at first, two thick ones stretching me open while his other hand cracked across my ass cheek. The sting shot straight to my balls. "Fuck, yeah," I grunted, pushing back. Mark laughed low and dirty, adding a third finger and twisting. "You want my cock in this hole, don't you? Say it."
"Give me that dick," I shot back, voice raw. "Fuck me hard."
He pulled his fingers out and slapped my hole with his fat cockhead, smearing precum around the rim. Then he slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. I yelled, the burn mixing with pure heat as he started pounding, hips slapping loud and wet. Every stroke dragged over my prostate, making my cock jerk and drip onto the floor. Mark grabbed my hair, yanking my head back while he railed me. "Take it, slut. This ass is mine tonight."
He fucked me like that for what felt like forever, switching angles to grind deep, then pulling almost out and ramming back in. Sweat ran down my back. When he reached under and squeezed my balls, I nearly shot right there. "Not yet," he warned, pulling out with a wet pop. My hole clenched on nothing, empty and aching.
Mark flipped me onto my back on the bench, tying my ankles up and apart so I was spread wide, hole on display. He grabbed a thick dildo, slicked it, and shoved it in without warning. I moaned like a whore while he worked it in and out, twisting and thrusting until my rim was puffy and red. Then he climbed up, straddling my chest, and fed me his cock. I sucked him sloppy, gagging as he fucked my throat, balls slapping my chin. Spit ran down my neck while the dildo kept my ass stuffed.
"Swallow that load," he ordered when his cock swelled. Hot cum flooded my mouth, thick and salty. I gulped it down, licking him clean while he kept the toy pumping my hole. My own dick was purple and desperate, but he ignored it.
After he pulled out, Mark untied just enough to flip me again, this time on all fours. He replaced the dildo with his still-hard cock, fucking me slower now but deeper, grinding circles that made me shake. His hand wrapped around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough. "You're gonna come on my dick like the filthy bottom you are."
He stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. The pressure built until I exploded, shooting ropes across the bench while my ass clamped down on him. Mark followed right after, pumping another load deep inside me, filling me until it leaked out around his shaft.
We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, his cum dripping from my wrecked hole. He untied the ropes slow, rubbing the marks on my skin, then pulled me against him on the floor. "Good boy," he muttered, voice softer now but still rough around the edges.
I grinned, already thinking about round two.
