He showed up at the warehouse door exactly on time, like the sub I told him to be. I opened it and looked him over once. Tight black jeans, no shirt, leather cuffs already on his wrists. Good. No talking yet. I grabbed his jaw, turned his face side to side, then shoved him inside and locked the door behind us.
Strip, I said.
He peeled off the jeans fast. His cock was already half hard, thick and uncut. I pointed to the padded bench in the middle of the room. Face down, ass up. He climbed on without a word. I buckled his wrists and ankles to the restraints, spread his legs wide, and cinched the straps until he couldnt move more than an inch. His hole was exposed, pink and tight. I ran a dry thumb over it and felt him twitch.
Youre here to take what I give you, I told him. No safe word tonight unless you really need it. He nodded against the bench.
I started with the flogger. Heavy leather tails, not too sharp at first. I swung steady, covering his back, his ass, the backs of his thighs. Each hit landed with a solid smack. His skin flushed red fast. I worked lower, letting the tails lick across his balls. He grunted and pushed his ass higher. I hit harder. His cock jerked and started dripping onto the bench.
When his back was striped and hot, I switched to the crop. Sharper. I laid ten quick stripes across each ass cheek, then aimed lower, catching the tender skin right under the curve. He moaned loud. Pre-cum was pooling under him now. I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls hard. He gasped.
Dont come yet, I warned. You come when I say.
I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Thick, veined, already leaking. I rubbed the head against his hole, smearing spit and pre-cum. Then I pushed in slow, one long thrust until my balls pressed against his reddened ass. He was tight and hot inside. I stayed buried and let him feel the stretch. His breathing went ragged.
I started fucking him in hard, deep strokes. The bench creaked. Every time I bottomed out he made a low, broken sound. I reached under and grabbed his cock, stroking it rough in time with my thrusts. He tried to push back but the straps held him. All he could do was take it.
I pulled out, walked around, and fed my cock into his mouth. He sucked greedy, spit running down his chin. I fucked his throat until he gagged, then went back to his ass and slammed in again. I added the paddle next, cracking it across his ass while I kept fucking. Each smack made his hole clench around me.
His cock was purple and dripping nonstop. I edged him twice, stopping every time he got close, squeezing the base until he whimpered. Sweat ran down his back and mixed with the red marks. I kept going until my own balls were tight and aching.
When I was ready, I unbuckled one ankle, flipped him onto his back, and strapped him down again. His face was flushed, eyes glassy. I shoved back inside and fucked him hard, one hand around his throat, the other jerking his cock fast. Come, I ordered.
He shot hard, thick ropes across his own stomach and chest. His ass clamped down and dragged me over the edge. I buried deep and pumped him full, grinding until every drop was inside him.
After I pulled out I wiped him down with a warm cloth, unbuckled the cuffs, and rubbed the sore spots on his wrists and ankles. He lay there breathing heavy, a satisfied grin on his face.
Same time next week? he asked.
I nodded. Bring the new collar.
