Jake shoved Mike face-down onto the leather bench and yanked his arms behind his back. The metal cuffs snapped shut with a sharp click, biting into his wrists. “Stay still, slut,” Jake said, voice low and rough. He grabbed a coil of thick rope and started looping it around Mike’s ankles, spreading his legs wide and tying each one to the bench legs. Mike’s cock was already hard, hanging heavy between his thighs, the head slick with pre-cum that dripped onto the floor.
Jake stepped back to admire the view. Mike’s ass was up, cheeks spread, hole exposed and twitching. Jake spat on his fingers and shoved two straight in without warning. Mike grunted, pushing back against the intrusion. “Yeah, that’s it. Open up for me.” Jake finger-fucked him hard and fast, twisting his wrist, stretching the tight ring until Mike was panting and rocking on the bench.
“Beg for my cock,” Jake ordered. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Mike’s ass cheek.
“Please, fuck me,” Mike rasped. “Tie me tighter and shove that dick in my ass.”
Jake laughed once, short and mean. He unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans, and let his thick cock slap against Mike’s lower back. Eight inches, veined, the head already leaking. He rubbed it between Mike’s cheeks, smearing spit and pre-cum over the hole. Then he pressed the head against the entrance and pushed.
The stretch burned. Mike groaned loud as Jake sank in one long thrust, balls-deep in one go. His ass clenched around the invading shaft. Jake didn’t wait; he started pounding right away, hips snapping, the bench creaking under the force. Each thrust drove Mike forward against the cuffs and ropes. His own cock swung uselessly, dripping steadily.
Jake reached under and grabbed Mike’s balls, squeezing them hard while he fucked. “This hole’s mine tonight. Gonna wreck it.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Sweat ran down Jake’s chest. He leaned over Mike’s back, biting the nape of his neck, and kept the rhythm brutal.
After a few minutes Jake stopped, still buried deep. He untied one ankle, flipped Mike onto his back on the bench, and retied the leg higher so Mike was folded nearly in half. The new angle let Jake drive straight down into his prostate. Mike’s cock lay on his stomach, twitching with every thrust. Jake wrapped a hand around it and stroked in time with his fucking, thumb rubbing over the slit.
“Gonna make you cum with my dick in your ass,” Jake growled. He sped up, pounding faster, the bench shaking. Mike’s moans turned into broken curses. His balls drew up tight. Jake squeezed the base of Mike’s cock to hold him back, then released and stroked hard. Mike shot hard, ropes of cum splattering his chest and stomach while his ass spasmed around Jake’s cock.
Jake didn’t stop. He fucked through the orgasm, using the clenching hole until his own balls tightened.
He pulled out at the last second, ripped the cuffs off Mike’s wrists, and straddled his chest. “Open your mouth.” Jake jerked his cock twice and unloaded across Mike’s tongue and lips, thick spurts that Mike swallowed greedily, some spilling down his chin.
Jake stayed there a moment, catching his breath, then reached down and untied the remaining ropes. He wiped Mike’s face with his fingers and fed him the last of the cum. Mike licked them clean, breathing hard, body still trembling from the hard use.
“Next round in ten minutes,” Jake said, already reaching for more rope. “This time I’m tying your cock too.” Mike just nodded, already half-hard again, ready for whatever Jake wanted to do to him next.
