Marcus shoved Alex face-down on the mattress and yanked his wrists behind his back. “Stay right there, slut. I’m tying you in the first position tonight.” Rough hemp rope circled Alex’s wrists, then his elbows, pulling them tight until his shoulders burned. Marcus looped more rope around his thighs and calves, forcing his legs to bend so his heels nearly touched his ass. The hogtie locked him in place, chest pressed to the sheets, cock trapped against the mattress, hole completely exposed.
“Fuck, look at that pretty ass,” Marcus growled. He spat on Alex’s hole and shoved two fingers in without warning. Alex groaned, trying to push back, but the ropes held him helpless. Marcus finger-fucked him hard, scissoring and twisting until Alex’s cock leaked a steady drip onto the sheets. “You’re gonna take every position I want tonight. No safe word unless you’re actually breaking.”
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thick cock in one brutal thrust. Alex shouted into the mattress as Marcus pounded him, using the hogtie like handles. Every slam drove Alex’s bound body forward and yanked him back by the ropes. Marcus came deep, filling him, then left him tied and dripping while he caught his breath.
Next came the spread-eagle on the bed frame. Marcus untied the hogtie, flipped Alex onto his back, and strapped his wrists and ankles to the corners with leather cuffs and chains. Alex’s legs were pulled wide, knees slightly bent, cock standing straight up and leaking. Marcus climbed between his thighs and sat on Alex’s face. “Eat my hole while I play with that dick.” He ground down, smothering Alex, while his hand stroked the bound man’s cock in slow, teasing pulls. Every time Alex got close, Marcus squeezed the base and stopped. “Not yet. You come when I say.”
After edging him for twenty minutes, Marcus stood, lined up, and sank down on Alex’s cock. He rode him reverse, facing Alex’s feet, so every bounce showed off the way Alex’s bound arms and legs strained against the restraints. Marcus’s ass swallowed him over and over until Alex was begging, voice hoarse. Marcus finally let him come, then climbed off and left Alex chained open, come leaking from his own hole and streaking his stomach.
The third position was the standing strappado. Marcus hauled Alex up, tied his wrists high behind his back, and bent him forward until his chest was parallel to the floor. A spreader bar kept his ankles wide. Rope from his wrists ran up to a ceiling hook, forcing his arms higher and his back to arch. Marcus walked around him, slapping his ass and cock, then shoved a thick plug into his hole. “Gonna leave you like this for a bit. Watch you drip.”
When Marcus returned, he replaced the plug with his cock and fucked Alex in short, vicious strokes that made the ropes creak. Alex’s legs shook; he could barely stay upright. Marcus reached under and jerked him off in time with his thrusts until Alex shot across the floor. Marcus followed, pumping another load deep inside before untying him slowly.
Last position of the night was the suspended swing. Marcus got Alex into a leather harness that supported his thighs and chest, then clipped it to chains hanging from the ceiling. Alex hung face-up, legs spread wide and pulled back, arms bound behind him again. His hole was at perfect height for Marcus to stand between his thighs and slide in. The swing rocked with every thrust, letting Marcus fuck him deep and steady while Alex’s cock bounced against his stomach.
Marcus worked him for a long time, changing angles by grabbing the chains and pulling Alex onto his cock. When he finally let Alex come, it was with Marcus buried to the hilt, growling filthy praise while Alex’s hole clenched around him. After Marcus finished, he lowered the swing, untied every knot, and rubbed feeling back into Alex’s limbs. They ended up on the bed, Marcus’s arms around him, both breathing hard and satisfied.
Alex smiled against Marcus’s chest.
“Same time next week?”
“Count on it,” Marcus said, already planning the next set of gay bondage positions.
