Jake shoved Mark down onto the bed, the ropes already looped around his wrists and ankles. "Spread those legs wider, slut. Your cock's mine tonight." Mark's dick was already half-hard, thick and veiny, twitching as Jake wrapped a thick leather strap around the base and yanked it tight. No lube yet. Just the raw pull that made Mark grunt and his balls draw up tight.
Jake slapped the shaft hard, open palm cracking against the sensitive skin. "Look at this pathetic thing, getting stiff from a little pain." He grabbed the head between thumb and forefinger, twisting it slowly, stretching the foreskin until Mark hissed. Pre-cum leaked out and Jake smeared it over the slit with his thumb, pressing in hard like he was trying to finger the pisshole. Mark bucked but the ropes held him. Jake laughed low and dirty. "Yeah, fight it. Makes your cock throb harder."
He switched to a thin cord, winding it around Mark's balls, separating them, then looping tight under the cockhead. Every pulse made the cord bite deeper. Jake flicked the bound shaft with his fingers, short sharp snaps that turned the meat red. "This cock's gonna learn to take it. You gonna cry for me?" Mark's answer was a moan when Jake bent down and bit the side of the shaft, teeth sinking just enough to leave marks without breaking skin. He sucked a bruise right under the head, then pulled back and spat on it, watching the spit run down the cord.
Jake added a small metal clamp to each side of the cockhead, the teeth biting into the ridge. Mark's hips jerked. Jake tugged the chain connecting the clamps, stretching the head sideways. "Hurts good, don't it? Your gay cock's leaking like a bitch in heat." He pumped the shaft once, twice, fast and rough, then stopped completely, letting the denial sting worse than the clamps. Mark's balls looked swollen, dark from the cord. Jake flicked them with a fingernail, watching the whole package bounce.
"Open your mouth." Jake fed him two fingers, making him suck them sloppy. Then he shoved those wet fingers under Mark's balls and pressed hard against his taint, right where the cord pulled everything tight. Mark groaned around the fingers. Jake pulled them out and replaced them with his cock, shoving in deep and fast, no warning. He fucked Mark's throat while his hand stayed busy on the tortured dick, twisting the clamps, slapping the shaft, edging him right to the edge then backing off every time Mark's balls tried to tighten.
Sweat ran down Mark's chest. His cock was angry red, veins standing out, the head shiny and stretched from the clamps. Jake removed the clamps only to replace them with his teeth again, gnawing gently while his fist worked the shaft in short brutal strokes. "Gonna ruin this cock tonight. Gonna make it sore for days. You want that, faggot?" Mark nodded, drool running from his mouth around Jake's cock.
Jake pulled out and climbed between Mark's legs. He untied the cord from the balls but left the base strap on, then lined up and pushed his own thick cock into Mark's ass in one thrust. At the same time he grabbed Mark's tortured dick and started jerking it hard, thumb grinding over the head on every upstroke. The double sensation made Mark shout. Jake pounded his ass while his hand never stopped abusing the cock in his fist, slapping it against Mark's stomach, squeezing the head until it purpled, then stroking again.
Mark came first, ropes of cum shooting up his chest while his ass clenched around Jake's cock. Jake didn't stop jerking him, milking every drop, twisting the sensitive head through the orgasm until Mark was whimpering. Only then did Jake pull out, rip off the base strap, and shoot his own load over Mark's raw, swollen cock, mixing their cum on the bruised skin.
He untied the ropes slowly, rubbing the marks on Mark's wrists.
"Good boy. That cock took everything I gave it." Mark lay there panting, dick still twitching, sore and used, a satisfied grin on his face. Jake leaned down and licked a stripe through the mess on Mark's stomach. "Next time we add weights."
