Chapter 122: Knotting the twink -3

Reid woke Finn with a firm hand on his hip and a low command.

"Twenty minutes is over. Get up. We shower first. I want you clean before I take you downstairs."

Finn sat up and followed him into the large bathroom. Hot water already ran in the walk-in shower.

Reid stepped under the spray and pulled Finn in with him. Soap-slick hands moved over Finn’s chest, down his stomach, and around his cock.

Reid stroked him with slow, deliberate pulls until Finn’s shaft stood fully hard and flushed.

"Stay hard," Reid said. He reached for a short length of soft black rope he had left on the shower shelf earlier.

"I am going to tie these up so you feel every second of what comes next."

He cupped Finn’s balls in one large hand and rolled them gently while his other hand kept stroking the shaft.

Once Finn’s cock throbbed in his fist, Reid looped the rope around the base of the shaft and the top of the balls.

He pulled the loop snug, then wrapped the rope several more times, binding the cock and balls together in a tight package.

The pressure made Finn’s erection stand higher and darker. Reid finished with a secure knot that left a short free end hanging.

"How does that feel?" Reid asked.

Finn looked down at the tight binding. His cock pulsed against the rope.

"Tight. It makes everything more sensitive. I like it."

Reid gave the bound cock a firm squeeze and watched Finn’s hips jerk.

"Good. You keep that on until I decide to take it off. Now finish washing and we go downstairs."

They soaped each other quickly. Reid paid special attention to Finn’s hole, pushing two soapy fingers inside and working them in and out while the rope kept Finn’s cock straining upward.

When they stepped out, Reid dried Finn with a large towel, then led him naked down the stairs and into the home gym.

The room smelled of rubber mats and metal. Weight racks lined one wall. A heavy bench sat in the center. Reid pointed to the floor in front of a squat rack.

"On your knees. I am going to lift while you keep my cock wet. Do not touch yourself. The rope stays exactly where it is."

Finn dropped to his knees on the mat. Reid shoved his own sweatpants down and freed his thick cock. It was already half hard.

Finn leaned in and took the head into his mouth, sucking firmly while Reid loaded plates onto a barbell.

Every time Reid stood and completed a set of squats, Finn stayed in place and worked his mouth up and down the shaft.

Spit ran down his chin. The rope around his own cock and balls kept him aching and fully hard the entire time.

After the last set Reid set the bar back in the rack and looked down. "Stand up. Bend over the bench. Chest on the pad. Ass up."

Finn rose and draped himself over the padded bench. His bound cock and balls hung heavy between his thighs.

Reid stepped behind him, spread his cheeks, and pushed two slick fingers into his hole.

He worked them deep, then added a third, stretching Finn open while the rope kept constant pressure on his cock and balls.

"You look even better like this," Reid said. "Tied up and waiting. I am going to fuck you hard over this bench. Every thrust will pull on that rope."

He pulled his fingers free, lined up his thick cock, and drove in with one long thrust.

Finn groaned into the pad as the sudden fullness stretched him. Reid gripped his hips and started a deep, powerful rhythm.

Each forward slam made Finn’s bound cock swing and tug against the tight rope. The pressure built fast.

Reid reached under and cupped the tied package, giving it a firm squeeze while he kept thrusting.

"Feel that? Every time I fill you the rope reminds you who controls this."

Finn pushed back to meet the next thrust.

"It feels so good. Please do not stop. The tightness makes me need to come even more."

Reid fucked him harder. The bench creaked under the force. He kept one hand on Finn’s hip and the other on the bound cock, stroking the exposed head in time with his thrusts.

Precum leaked steadily from the tip and coated Reid’s fingers.

"You do not come until I say," Reid ordered. "I want you desperate first."

He pulled out suddenly, leaving Finn empty and clenching. Reid walked around to the front of the bench, sat on the edge, and pulled Finn up so the smaller man straddled his lap facing him.

The bound cock stood rigid between their bodies. Reid guided his own shaft back to Finn’s hole and pulled him down until every inch disappeared inside.

Finn’s hands landed on Reid’s thick shoulders. Reid gripped his waist and lifted him up, then dropped him back down hard.

The motion made the rope dig tighter around Finn’s cock and balls. Every bounce sent sharp sparks of pleasure through the restricted flesh.

"Ride me," Reid said. "Use those legs. Show me how much you want to stay full."

Finn rose and sank in a steady rhythm. His thighs burned but he kept going.

Reid’s large hands moved to his ass and helped force him down deeper on every stroke.

The wet sound of their bodies meeting mixed with Finn’s soft moans.

Reid leaned forward and bit the side of Finn’s neck.

"Stroke that tied cock. Slow. I want to watch it leak while you bounce on me."

Finn wrapped his fingers around the bound shaft and stroked the head with careful pulls.

The rope made every touch more intense. Precum slicked his fingers. Reid watched the motion and thrust up to meet each downward slide.

After several minutes Reid shifted them again. He stood, still buried inside Finn, and carried him the few steps to a nearby weight rack.

He set Finn’s back against the cool metal bars, hooked the smaller man’s legs over his arms, and drove upward with powerful thrusts.

The new angle let him go even deeper. Finn’s bound cock rubbed between their stomachs with every slam.

"Look at me," Reid said. "Tell me what the rope is doing to you."

"It keeps me hard and aching," Finn answered between gasps.

"Every time you thrust it pulls and makes me need to come. Please let me come soon."

Reid increased the pace. His thick cock dragged hard across Finn’s prostate.

He reached between them and gave the tied package several firm tugs that made Finn cry out.

"Come now," Reid ordered. "Soak both of us while I fill you."

Finn’s orgasm hit with a sharp cry. His hole clamped down and pulsed around Reid’s cock.

Cum shot from the bound tip and painted both their stomachs in thick ropes. The tight rope forced the release to feel longer and more intense.

Reid slammed in deep and followed him over the edge, flooding Finn with another heavy load that leaked out around the base of his shaft.

They stayed locked together against the rack while the aftershocks faded. Reid finally eased out and set Finn back on his feet.

Cum ran down the inside of Finn’s thighs. The rope still held his cock and balls in a tight, messy package.

Reid reached down and gave the knot a testing pull.

"This stays on a little longer. Go to the mat and lie on your back. Legs open. I want to look at what I just did to you."

Finn walked on shaky legs and stretched out on the rubber mat. He bent his knees and let them fall wide.

Reid stood over him and stroked his own half-hard cock while he studied the bound, leaking mess between Finn’s legs.

"You take everything I give you so well," Reid said. "I am going to untie you in a few minutes, but first I want your mouth again. Crawl over here and clean me up."

Finn rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled the short distance. He took Reid’s cock into his mouth and sucked it clean of their combined release.

Reid rested a hand on the back of his head and guided the pace until he was fully hard once more.

When Finn pulled off, Reid reached down and carefully loosened the knot. He unwound the rope from Finn’s cock and balls.

Blood rushed back into the restricted flesh and made Finn hiss at the sudden intensity. Reid stroked him through it with a firm fist until Finn was fully hard again and leaking onto the mat.

"Good," Reid said. "Now get on the bench one more time. Face up this time. I am going to fuck you slow while I play with that sensitive cock. After that we go back upstairs and I decide what else I want to do with the rest of your afternoon."

Finn climbed onto the bench and lay back. He spread his legs wide. Reid stepped between them, pushed back inside with one smooth thrust, and started a deep, rolling rhythm.

His large hand wrapped around Finn’s newly freed cock and stroked it in long, firm pulls that matched every thrust.

Finn gripped the sides of the bench and lifted his hips to meet the next stroke. The gym stayed quiet except for the wet sounds of their bodies and the low words Reid spoke against his ear.

"You are mine for the rest of this weekend. Every hole. Every drop. I am going to keep you full and aching until the last hour."

Finn nodded and pulled him closer. Reid fucked him through another orgasm before he filled him one more time.

When he finally pulled out, Finn lay boneless on the bench, chest rising and falling, cum leaking from his hole onto the pad.

Reid leaned down and kissed him hard. "Stand up, let’s head back upstairs."

Finn stood on unsteady legs and followed him out of the gym. The rope still hung from Reid’s hand as a reminder of what had just happened and what was still coming.