Jake stood shirtless in the middle of the room, his wrists already cuffed and chained to the ceiling hook. The metal links rattled when he shifted his weight. His chest was smooth and tight from the gym, nipples hard from the cool air and the way Ryan kept staring at them. Ryan circled him slow, boots heavy on the floor.
"Look at that cock already leaking," Ryan said, voice low and rough. He grabbed Jake's dick through his jeans and squeezed. "Haven't even touched you proper and you're dripping."
Jake grunted but didn't answer. He knew better. Ryan yanked the jeans down hard, leaving Jake naked except for the cuffs. His cock sprang up, thick and veined, the head shiny with pre-cum. Ryan slapped it once, not gentle, then moved behind him. Rope came next. Thick, rough hemp. Ryan looped it around Jake's chest, under his arms, then cinched it tight across his back so the fibers bit into skin. Another length went around his waist and down between his ass cheeks, pulled snug against his hole.
"Spread your legs," Ryan ordered. Jake did. Ankles got cuffed to floor rings, forcing his stance wide. His balls hung low and heavy between his thighs. Ryan stepped close, pressed his own clothed body against Jake's bare back, and reached around to pinch both nipples hard.
"Fuck," Jake hissed.
Ryan laughed low. "That's the point." He twisted the nipples again, then let go and walked around front. He unzipped and pulled out his own cock, already half-hard. He stroked it a couple times, then rubbed the head against Jake's bound chest, leaving a smear of pre-cum on the rope.
Ryan knelt and took Jake's cock into his mouth without warning. No slow tease. He sucked hard and fast, one hand reaching up to tug the chest rope tighter. Jake's hips jerked but the cuffs and ankle spread kept him from thrusting deep. Ryan pulled off after a minute, spit dripping down Jake's shaft.
"Keep that dick hard or I'll add weights," Ryan warned. He stood, grabbed a bottle of lube, and poured it straight down Jake's crack. The rope was already there, pressing against his hole. Ryan worked two fingers in beside the rope, stretching him open rough and quick. Jake groaned, head dropping forward.
Ryan added a third finger, scissoring them. "Tight little hole. Gonna feel even better when I fuck it." He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on Jake's thigh, then moved behind again. The sound of a condom wrapper, then the blunt head of Ryan's cock pressing against the rope and pushing it aside just enough to breach Jake's ass.
He shoved in deep on the first thrust. Jake's whole body jerked in the cuffs.
Ryan didn't pause. He fucked hard, hips slapping against Jake's spread ass, one hand gripping the chest rope for leverage. Every thrust shoved the rope tighter against Jake's balls and the base of his cock.
"Take it," Ryan growled. "Fucking take that dick." He reached around and started jerking Jake off in time with his thrusts. Fast, tight strokes, thumb rubbing over the wet head. Jake's breathing turned ragged. His cock throbbed in Ryan's fist.
Ryan changed angle, nailing Jake's prostate with every stroke. Jake's legs shook in the ankle cuffs. Sweat ran down his chest, soaking into the rope. Ryan kept pounding, balls slapping, until Jake's cock swelled and shot thick ropes of cum across the floor. Ryan didn't stop. He fucked through the orgasm, using the clenching hole until he grunted and came deep inside.
After a long minute Ryan pulled out slow. He undid the ankle cuffs first, then the wrist ones, catching Jake when his legs gave out. They sank to the floor together. Ryan rubbed the rope marks on Jake's chest, then pressed a water bottle to his lips.
"Drink," he said, voice softer now. Jake drank, breathing still heavy. Ryan's hand stayed on his skin, steady and warm.
