Jake hung in the middle of the playroom, naked, sweat already slicking his skin. Thick leather cuffs locked his wrists behind his back. A fat rope ran from those cuffs up to a pulley on the ceiling, then down to a heavy iron ring bolted to the floor. That rope was the only thing keeping him upright. His arms were pulled high and tight, forcing his chest forward and his shoulders to burn.
Between his spread legs, another rope was tied tight around the base of his cock and balls. It ran forward to a second pulley, then up to a metal bucket hanging just in front of his face. The bucket was empty for now. Mike stood a few feet away, shirtless, jeans open, slowly stroking his own thick cock while he watched.
“Legs straight,” Mike ordered. “You drop even an inch and that bucket starts filling.”
Jake’s thighs trembled. He locked his knees, calves screaming already. The rope on his balls tugged forward every time he tried to adjust. His cock hung heavy, half-hard from the tight wrap and the sheer helplessness.
Mike walked over with a gallon jug of water. He poured the first quart into the bucket. The weight dropped an inch. The rope yanked Jake’s balls forward hard enough to make him grunt. His cock jerked, thickening fast.
“Fuck,” Jake hissed.
“Language,” Mike said, pouring another quart. The bucket dropped again. The pull on Jake’s nuts became a steady, throbbing ache. His cock was fully hard now, the head dark and shiny, the rope biting into the base.
Mike set the jug down and stepped close. He ran a rough hand over Jake’s straining chest, pinched a nipple hard, then slid two fingers into Jake’s mouth.
“Suck. Get them wet.”
Jake obeyed, tongue working the fingers while his legs shook. Mike pulled them out and reached behind, shoving both fingers straight into Jake’s ass without warning. Jake’s hips jerked forward on instinct. The motion pulled his balls harder against the rope. A sharp bolt of pain shot through him and his cock twitched, leaking a clear string that dripped into the bucket.
Mike laughed low. “Look at that. Your dick’s helping fill the bucket. Keep leaking like that and you’ll be on your toes all night.”
He pumped his fingers deeper, curling them against Jake’s prostate. Jake’s cock jumped again, another fat drop falling. The weight increased. His balls were stretched forward now, the skin tight and shiny. Every pulse of his cock made the rope tug harder.
Mike pulled his fingers free and wiped them on Jake’s chest. He circled behind, unzipped, and pressed the head of his cock against Jake’s hole.
“You want this dick, you keep those legs straight. You sag and I stop.”
He pushed in slow, one long thrust until his hips met Jake’s ass. Jake’s whole body jolted.
The forward pull on his balls became vicious. His cock throbbed visibly, another spurt of precum falling. Mike started fucking him in short, grinding strokes, each one shoving Jake forward just enough to keep the tension on his nuts.
Jake’s thighs burned. Sweat ran down his back and into the crack of his ass where Mike’s cock was stretching him open. Every time Mike bottomed out, Jake’s cock bounced and leaked more. The bucket was visibly heavier now, swinging slightly with each thrust.
“Fuck, Mike—please,” Jake gasped.
Mike reached around and grabbed Jake’s leaking cock, stroking it once, twice, then letting go. “No. You come from getting fucked or you don’t come at all.”
He picked up the pace, slamming harder. Jake’s legs started to give. His heels dropped half an inch. The bucket dipped. The rope yanked his balls so hard he saw white. He forced himself back up onto the balls of his feet, shaking violently.
Mike groaned and reached around again, this time wrapping his hand around Jake’s throat, not squeezing, just holding. “That’s it. Fight for it. Your balls are gonna be sore for days.”
Jake’s cock was dripping steadily now. Every thrust forced another bead out. The bucket kept sinking. The pull on his nuts was constant, deep, aching. His prostate was being hammered. His cock felt like it was going to explode, but the rope at the base kept him right on the edge without tipping over.
Mike pulled out suddenly. Jake whined at the emptiness. Mike walked around to the front, grabbed the bucket, and added another quart of water. The weight dropped another inch. Jake’s balls were stretched so far forward he could see them pulled tight under the rope. His cock stood straight out, angry red, the head flaring with every heartbeat.
Mike stepped close again, rubbing the head of his cock against Jake’s stretched balls, smearing precum over the tight skin.
“Beg for it back in your ass.”
Jake’s voice came out ragged. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”
Mike moved behind him again and shoved back in, deeper this time. He reached around and finally started stroking Jake’s cock in time with his thrusts. Jake’s legs were pure fire. Every stroke made his balls tug forward. The pain and the pleasure blurred until he couldn’t tell them apart.
“Come,” Mike ordered. “Fill that fucking bucket with it.”
Jake’s orgasm hit like a punch. His cock pulsed hard, shooting thick ropes that splattered into the bucket and added to the weight. Each spurt yanked his balls again. He stayed on his toes through the whole thing, shaking and cursing, while Mike kept fucking him through it.
When Jake finally sagged, Mike caught him, eased the tension on the rope, and lowered him to the floor. He pulled out, stroked himself twice, and came across Jake’s stretched, reddened balls.
Jake lay there panting, balls throbbing, ass leaking, the taste of his own surrender still sharp on his tongue. Mike leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said, “Next time we add another bucket.”
Jake smiled through the ache. “Yes, Sir.”
