Jake shoved Mark onto the bed and went straight for his cock. No teasing, no buildup bullshit. He wanted that dick under his control right now. Mark’s shaft was already half-hard, thick and veiny, the head flushed dark. Jake grabbed it rough, squeezing the base until Mark grunted.
“Stay still,” Jake ordered. He looped the thin black rope around the root of Mark’s cock, cinching it tight so the shaft stood out straight and the balls got pushed forward. Another loop went just under the head, then he wrapped the middle with quick, practiced turns until the whole length was crisscrossed and trapped. Every knot pressed into the skin. Mark’s cock swelled harder against the rope, veins popping, the head shiny with pre-cum that Jake smeared around with his thumb.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Mark hissed. His hips jerked but Jake planted a hand on his stomach and held him down.
“Shut up and take it.” Jake tied the loose ends to Mark’s thighs, spreading him open so the bound cock pointed up, helpless. He flicked the trapped balls and watched them twitch. Then he grabbed his own dick, already leaking, and slapped it against Mark’s bound one, skin on skin, hot and slick.
He stroked both together, slow at first, letting the rope scrape against his own shaft. Mark’s breathing turned ragged fast. Every time Mark’s cock tried to flex, the bindings bit in harder. Jake watched the head darken and swell even more. He leaned down and spit on it, then rubbed the spit in with hard strokes that made Mark curse.
“Gonna edge you till you beg,” Jake said. He worked the head with two fingers, twisting just under the ridge where the rope squeezed tightest. Mark’s thighs shook. Pre-cum poured out in a steady stream, dripping down the rope and onto his balls. Jake caught some on his tongue and licked a stripe up the bound length, tasting salt and heat.
Mark lasted maybe ten minutes before he started pleading. “Let me come, man. Please. It’s too fucking tight.”
Jake laughed low and mean. He untied one thigh loop only to retie it tighter, pulling Mark’s balls down and stretching the skin. Then he straddled Mark’s chest, fed his own cock into Mark’s mouth, and fucked his throat while he kept working the bound dick with one hand. Every thrust made Mark gag, spit running down his chin, but Jake didn’t ease up. He pinched the swollen head between rope loops and jerked fast until Mark’s whole body locked up, right on the edge, then stopped cold.
Mark whined around the cock in his mouth. Jake pulled out, slapped his wet dick across Mark’s face, and went back to the rope. He loosened one knot just enough to let a little blood flow, then cinched it again. The sudden rush made Mark’s cock jump and leak even more. Jake repeated the trick three more times, bringing him to the brink and yanking him back until Mark was shaking and swearing.
Finally Jake untied everything except the base loop. Mark’s cock sprang free, red and angry, the head almost purple. Jake wrapped his fist around it and stroked hard, no mercy. “Come now,” he growled. Mark shot so hard the first rope hit his own chin. The rest pulsed out thick and heavy, coating Jake’s fingers while the base rope kept pulsing against the root. Jake kept milking him until Mark whimpered from oversensitivity, then let go and wiped his hand on Mark’s chest.
He climbed up, straddled Mark’s face again, and jerked his own load straight into the open mouth. Mark swallowed what he could, the rest dripping down his neck. Jake stayed there until he softened, then finally loosened the last rope and rubbed the deep red marks on Mark’s cock with slow, almost gentle strokes.
“Next time I’m using the cuffs too,” Jake said. Mark just groaned and nodded, already half-hard again.
