Marcus dragged Alex into the back room and shoved him face-first against the wall. "Strip. Now." Alex yanked off his shirt and jeans, his cock already half-hard from the rough order. Marcus grabbed a coil of thick black rope from the table and looped it around Alex's wrists, yanking them behind his back. He cinched the knots tight, the rope biting deep into the skin, forcing Alex's shoulders back and his chest out.
"Spread your legs." Marcus kicked Alex's ankles apart and dropped to his knees to bind them too, wrapping rope around each calf and thigh so Alex couldn't close up. The position left his ass exposed, cheeks parted just enough to show his hole. Marcus stood, grabbed a handful of Alex's hair, and pushed him down onto the padded bench. Alex landed on his stomach, cock trapped against the leather, already leaking.
Marcus tied more rope around Alex's waist and ran it down between his legs, looping it under his balls and up the crack of his ass. He pulled it snug, the cord pressing right against Alex's hole and squeezing his sac. Every shift made the rope rub and tug. Alex grunted, trying to rock his hips, but Marcus slapped his ass hard. "Stay still or I add weights."
He moved around to Alex's head and unzipped, pulling out a thick, veiny cock already dripping. "Open." Alex opened his mouth and Marcus shoved in deep, fucking his throat in short, hard thrusts. Spit ran down Alex's chin and onto the bench while Marcus held his head in place. "That's it, choke on it, slut." He pulled out only when Alex's eyes watered, then walked back behind him.
Marcus grabbed lube and slicked two fingers, shoving them straight into Alex's hole without warning. He finger-fucked him fast and rough, twisting and scissoring until the muscle gave. Then he added a third finger and pumped harder, stretching Alex open while the waist rope kept rubbing his balls. Alex moaned into the bench, cock throbbing and untouched.
Marcus pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock. He pushed the head against the hole and drove in with one long thrust, burying himself to the balls. The rope between Alex's cheeks made everything tighter, the friction constant as Marcus started pounding.
Each slam shoved Alex forward, the bench creaking under the force. Marcus gripped the rope around Alex's waist like reins and used it to yank him back onto every stroke.
"Fuck, your ass is gripping me," Marcus growled. He reached under and gave Alex's cock a few rough tugs, then let go, leaving it to swing and slap against the bench with every thrust. Pre-cum smeared across the leather. Marcus changed angle, hitting the prostate on every drive, making Alex's whole body jerk against the ropes.
He pulled out suddenly and untied just enough rope to flip Alex onto his back. Alex's bound wrists stayed trapped under him, forcing his chest up. Marcus retied the legs wider, hooking the ankle ropes to the bench legs so Alex was spread and helpless. Then he climbed on, straddled Alex's chest, and fed his cock back into Alex's mouth while reaching behind to finger him again.
Alex sucked greedily, tasting his own ass on Marcus's shaft. Marcus worked three fingers back inside him, then four, opening him wider while he fucked Alex's throat. When he was ready, Marcus moved down, lifted Alex's hips, and slammed back into his hole. The new position let him go deeper. He fucked hard and steady, one hand on Alex's throat, the other jerking his cock in time with the thrusts.
Alex came first, shooting thick ropes across his own stomach and chest while his hole clenched around Marcus. Marcus didn't stop. He kept pounding through the orgasm, using the tightening grip until he growled and unloaded deep inside, filling Alex's ass with hot cum. He stayed buried for a minute, then pulled out slow, watching the load leak around the rope still wedged in Alex's crack.
Marcus untied the ropes one by one, rubbing the deep red marks left on Alex's skin. Alex lay there panting, cum and sweat drying on him, cock twitching with aftershocks. Marcus wiped him down with a towel, then pulled him up and kissed him hard. "Next time I bring the spreader bar." Alex just nodded, already hard again at the thought.
