Jake shoved the laptop onto the coffee table and hit play on the BDSM gay movies file he'd downloaded. The screen filled with two muscled guys in leather harnesses, one already cuffed to a St. Andrew's cross. "Strip and kneel, fucktoy," Jake ordered, his voice low and rough. Mike yanked off his shirt and jeans fast, his cock already stiff and leaking. He dropped to his knees on the hardwood floor, hands behind his back like the sub on screen.
Jake stood over him, unzipping his own pants. "Suck it while we watch." Mike leaned in and took Jake's thick cock into his mouth, sucking hard from the first stroke. Jake grabbed a fistful of Mike's hair and thrust deep, making him gag. On the screen the dom was whipping the sub's ass with a leather flogger, red stripes blooming across pale skin. Jake matched the rhythm, fucking Mike's throat in time with the lashes.
"Look at that slut taking it," Jake growled, pulling out to slap his wet cock across Mike's face. "You want the same?" Mike nodded, spit running down his chin. Jake hauled him up and bent him over the arm of the couch, ass up. He grabbed the lube from the drawer and slicked two fingers, shoving them straight into Mike's hole without warning. Mike grunted and pushed back. "More," he rasped.
Jake added a third finger and twisted, stretching him open while the movie played the sound of the sub moaning under the flogger. When Mike's hole was dripping and loose, Jake lined up his cock and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Mike cried out, gripping the couch cushions. Jake fucked him hard and fast, one hand pinning Mike's neck down, the other reaching around to jerk his cock in short, rough strokes.
On screen the dom had moved to fucking the sub from behind while still cuffed. Jake copied it, pounding Mike's prostate until his legs shook. "Beg for it," Jake demanded. "Tell me you want to be my movie slut." Mike pushed back harder, voice broken. "Fuck me like that, use my hole, make me take it."
Jake pulled out, flipped Mike onto his back on the floor, and cuffed his wrists to the table leg with the leather restraints they'd bought after the last BDSM gay movies marathon. Mike's legs spread wide, cock throbbing against his stomach. Jake straddled his chest and fed his cock back into Mike's mouth, fucking his face while reaching behind to slap his balls lightly. Mike moaned around the shaft, eyes watering.
When Jake was close he pulled free, moved down, and shoved back into Mike's ass. He fucked him in long, brutal strokes, watching the movie's dom unload across the sub's back. Jake timed it, pulling out at the last second to paint thick ropes of cum over Mike's chest and face. Mike came untouched seconds later, shooting across his own stomach while Jake smeared the mess into his skin.
Jake uncuffed him but didn't let him clean up. "Stay there and watch the next scene." The movie cut to a new pair, one in a full leather hood, the other attaching nipple clamps and a heavy cock ring. Jake lit a cigarette and sat back, making Mike stay on the floor, cum drying on his skin, hole still twitching. By the time the second scene ended with the hooded sub getting caned and then bred, Mike was hard again.
Jake stood, grabbed the cane from the closet, and pointed at the couch. "Over." Mike bent, ass presented. The first strike landed with a sharp crack, a thin red line rising immediately. Mike hissed but stayed still. Jake laid down ten hard strokes, each one making Mike's cock drip onto the floor. After the last one Jake dropped the cane, spread Mike's cheeks, and shoved his tongue into the sore hole, licking and spitting until Mike was begging to be fucked again.
This time Jake took it slow at first, sliding in deep and grinding against Mike's prostate until he was shaking. Then he picked up speed, gripping Mike's hips hard enough to bruise, slamming in until the sound of skin on skin echoed the movie's fucking. He reached under and twisted Mike's nipples, pulling until Mike sobbed. "Come on my cock," Jake ordered. Mike clenched and shot, his ass milking Jake until Jake filled him with another load, holding deep while he pulsed.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the BDSM gay movies still playing in the background. Jake pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down Mike's thighs. He slapped Mike's ass once more, right over the cane marks. "Clean up and queue the next one. We're not done till that playlist ends." Mike stood on shaky legs, cum running down his leg, already reaching for the laptop with a hungry look.
The night was just getting started.
