Jake showed up at the loft like he always did when the itch got too bad, leather jacket open, eyes already glassy with need. Marcus didn't waste time with small talk. He grabbed Jake by the collar and shoved him face-first against the wall. "Strip. Now." Jake peeled off his clothes fast, cock already half-hard and bobbing in the cool air. Marcus circled him once, then started with the cuffs. Thick black leather snapped around both wrists and locked tight behind Jake's back. Next came the ankle spreader, forcing his legs wide so his balls hung low and exposed.
"Look at that fucking cock twitching already," Marcus growled. He wrapped a leather cock ring around the base and snapped it shut, then added a second strap just under the head to keep Jake from getting fully hard too soon. Jake grunted but stayed quiet. He knew better than to beg yet. Marcus ran a hand over Jake's ass, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints, then reached for the rope. Coarse hemp, fresh and smelling like oil. He looped it around Jake's chest first, crossing it tight over his pecs so every breath made the fibers dig in. Another length went around his waist, then down between his cheeks, pulled snug against his hole without going inside yet. Marcus tied it off with a knot that pressed right against Jake's taint.
"On your knees." Jake dropped. Marcus clipped the wrist cuffs to a ring on the floor, bending Jake forward so his ass stayed up and spread. The spreader bar kept his ankles locked apart. Marcus walked around him again, boots loud on the concrete. He slapped Jake's balls once, then again, watching them swing. "You came here to get used, didn't you? Say it."
"Yes, Sir. Tie me up and use me."
Marcus laughed low. He grabbed a thicker rope and started on Jake's thighs, winding it around each one separately before connecting them to the chest harness. Every knot was pulled tight enough to bite. Jake's skin was already marked red where the rope crossed. Marcus added nipple clamps next, connected by a short chain that he tugged just to hear Jake hiss. Then he stood in front of Jake's face and unzipped. His cock was thick and already leaking. He slapped it across Jake's cheek a few times before shoving it into his mouth.
"Suck it like you mean it. You don't get fucked until this is dripping." Jake worked hard, tongue flat, throat opening on every thrust. Spit ran down his chin onto the floor. Marcus held his head with both hands and fucked his face slow and deep until Jake's eyes watered. When he pulled out, strings of spit connected his cock to Jake's lips. Marcus wiped them off with his thumb and shoved the thumb into Jake's mouth to suck clean.
He moved behind Jake again. The rope between his cheeks was soaked from pre-cum already leaking. Marcus untied just enough to push two fingers inside, rough and fast, stretching him open. "Tight little hole. Gonna ruin it." He added lube only after three fingers were buried to the knuckle, then lined up his cock and pushed in steady until his balls pressed against Jake's. The ropes kept Jake from moving much, so every thrust rocked him forward against the floor ring. Marcus fucked him hard, one hand gripping the chest harness for leverage, the other reaching under to yank the cock ring tighter.
Jake moaned around the gag of his own spit. Marcus pulled out, walked around, and fed his cock back into Jake's mouth so he could taste his own ass. Then he switched again, this time pushing Jake onto his side and re-tying the ankle bar to keep one leg raised. He entered from the side, deeper now, grinding against the prostate with every stroke. The leather cuffs creaked. The rope marks on Jake's chest were turning dark. Marcus reached down and finally released the cock ring. Jake's dick swelled instantly, rock hard and angry red.
Marcus stroked it once, twice, then let go. "You don't come until I say." He kept fucking, switching positions twice more, each time adjusting the ropes so Jake stayed helpless and open.
Sweat mixed with lube on Jake's skin. When Marcus finally let him come, it was with three fingers back in his ass and Marcus's cock down his throat again. Jake shot across the floor in thick ropes while Marcus held him down and finished on his face.
After, Marcus unlocked the cuffs and untied the ropes slowly, rubbing the deep marks with lotion. Jake stayed on the floor, breathing hard, body still twitching. Marcus pulled him up and into a rough kiss. "Same time next week?"
Jake nodded, already hard again at the thought.
