Jake shoved Ryan face-down onto the mattress and yanked his wrists behind his back. Thick leather cuffs snapped tight around each one, the metal buckles biting into skin. Ryan grunted but didn’t fight it. His cock was already half-hard against the sheets.
“Spread your legs,” Jake ordered. He kicked Ryan’s ankles apart and strapped them to the corners of the bed with short chains. Ryan’s ass stayed up, cheeks parted, hole exposed. Jake ran a rough hand over it, then slapped it hard enough to leave a red print. “Fucking perfect.”
He grabbed the rope next. Thick, black, rough. Jake looped it around Ryan’s chest and shoulders, tying it off so every breath made the cords dig in. Another length went around Ryan’s balls, pulled tight until they ached and hung heavy. Ryan hissed through his teeth.
“Shut up,” Jake said. He stuffed a thick rubber gag between Ryan’s teeth and buckled it behind his head. Drool started leaking out almost immediately. Jake stepped back and looked at his work. Ryan was spread wide, strapped down, cock leaking onto the mattress, ass twitching.
Jake stripped fast, his own dick slapping up against his stomach. He climbed onto the bed behind Ryan and spat on his hole. Two fingers shoved in without warning, twisting and stretching. Ryan’s back arched, but the ropes and cuffs kept him pinned. Jake added a third finger, fucking him open rough and fast.
“Gonna wreck this hole,” Jake muttered. He pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up, and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Ryan’s muffled yell vibrated around the gag. Jake didn’t wait. He fucked hard, hips slapping against Ryan’s ass, the chains rattling with every drive. Sweat slicked their skin. Jake reached under and grabbed Ryan’s bound balls, squeezing while he pounded.
Ryan’s cock jerked and leaked steadily. Jake pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and re-secured the ankle chains so his legs stayed spread high and wide. He tied Ryan’s cock and balls tighter, then straddled his chest. Jake fed his dick into Ryan’s gagged mouth, pushing past the rubber until Ryan’s throat bulged. He fucked Ryan’s face in short, brutal thrusts, spit and pre-cum dripping down Ryan’s chin.
When Jake pulled back, he slapped his wet cock across Ryan’s face a few times. Then he moved down, lifted Ryan’s hips, and shoved back inside. This angle let him go deeper. Jake leaned forward, grabbed the chest ropes, and used them like handles while he fucked. Ryan’s eyes watered. His cock stayed rock-hard and purple from the rope.
Jake edged him for what felt like hours. Every time Ryan got close, Jake stopped, pulled out, and slapped his balls or pinched his nipples until the urge passed. Ryan whined around the gag, body shaking. Jake just grinned and started again, sliding back in slow, then building to hard, punishing strokes.
Finally Jake untied the rope around Ryan’s balls. Blood rushed back and Ryan’s cock twitched violently. Jake wrapped a hand around it and stroked fast while he kept fucking. “Come,” he growled. Ryan’s whole body seized. Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest. Jake fucked him through it, then pulled out, ripped off the gag, and shoved his cock down Ryan’s throat again.
Jake came hard, pumping load after load straight into Ryan’s stomach. He held there until he softened, then pulled out and wiped his dick across Ryan’s lips. Cum and spit smeared everywhere.
Jake unbuckled the cuffs and chains but left the chest ropes on. He rolled Ryan onto his side and pressed against his back, one arm slung over him. Ryan’s breathing slowed.
His ass still throbbed, used and open. Jake’s cum leaked out of him onto the sheets.
“Next round in twenty,” Jake said against his neck. Ryan just nodded, already half-hard again.
