Jake shoved the door shut behind him and stared at the guy waiting on the bed. Mark was already naked, thick cock half-hard against his stomach, wrists and ankles strapped tight to the four corners with heavy leather cuffs and short chains. His chest rose and fell fast. The ball gag stretched his mouth wide, spit already leaking down his chin.
“Fuck, you look good like that,” Jake said. He stripped his shirt off and kicked his boots away. His own dick was pushing hard against his jeans. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and climbed onto the mattress between Mark’s spread thighs.
Mark made a low sound around the gag. His cock twitched. Jake ran both hands up the inside of Mark’s thighs, squeezing the muscle, then wrapped a fist around that thick shaft and gave it one slow stroke. Precum welled at the slit. Jake smeared it over the head with his thumb and kept stroking, slow and tight, until Mark’s hips tried to lift off the bed.
“Stay still,” Jake told him. He let go of the cock and reached for the small pile of toys he’d left ready. First the nipple clamps—simple clover ones with a chain between them. He pinched each nipple hard, rolled them until they stood up stiff, then clipped them on. Mark’s whole body jerked. A muffled grunt came through the gag. Jake gave the chain a light tug and watched Mark’s cock jump again.
Next came the cock ring. Jake slid it down over Mark’s balls and up the shaft, snapping it snug at the base. The dick stood even harder now, dark and straining. Jake gave it a couple more rough strokes, then let it slap back against Mark’s stomach.
He grabbed the lube, poured a thick line over his fingers, and went straight for Mark’s hole. No teasing. Two fingers pushed in at once, knuckle-deep, twisting and scissoring. Mark’s ass clenched around them. Jake finger-fucked him hard and fast, adding a third finger when the ring of muscle started to loosen. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. Spit ran down Mark’s chest from the gag. His eyes were glassy, locked on Jake.
Jake pulled his fingers out, wiped them on Mark’s thigh, and opened his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. He stroked it once with the leftover lube, then lined up and shoved in. One long, steady thrust until his balls pressed against Mark’s ass. Mark’s back arched hard against the restraints. A choked noise came out around the gag.
Jake didn’t wait. He started fucking—deep, heavy strokes that made the bed frame creak. Every time he bottomed out he ground his hips, rubbing against Mark’s prostate. The chain on the nipple clamps swung with every thrust. Mark’s cock stayed rock-hard, trapped by the ring, drooling steadily onto his stomach.
Jake reached down and wrapped a hand around that leaking dick again, jerking it in time with his thrusts. “You’re taking it so fucking good,” he growled. “Tied open like a slut, hole stretched around my cock. Bet you’d let me keep you like this all night.”
Mark moaned louder. His ass kept clenching, trying to pull Jake deeper. Jake fucked harder, sweat dripping off his chest onto Mark’s abs. He changed angle, aiming every stroke at that spot inside, and Mark’s whole body started to shake.
Jake pulled out suddenly. Mark made a desperate sound. Jake just laughed low, flipped the guy onto his stomach with the chains still holding him spread, and shoved back in from behind. The new angle let him go even deeper. He grabbed Mark’s hips and pounded, skin slapping loud and wet. One hand reached under to tug the nipple chain again while the other reached around and stroked Mark’s cock in short, rough pulls.
Mark came first. His hole clamped down hard around Jake’s dick as thick ropes of cum shot onto the sheets. Jake kept fucking him straight through it, using the clenching hole until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping cum deep inside Mark’s ass in heavy pulses.
He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked out around his cock and ran down Mark’s balls. Jake unbuckled the gag first, letting Mark work his jaw. Then the cuffs. Mark rolled onto his back, breathing hard, nipples red from the clamps. Jake tossed the toys aside and stretched out beside him.
“Round two in ten,” Jake said, already reaching for the lube again. Mark just grinned, wiped spit off his chin, and spread his legs wider.
