Mark slammed the door behind him and dropped to his knees the second he crossed the threshold. The concrete floor bit into his skin, but he kept his eyes down like he was trained.
"Strip," came the low voice from the shadows.
Mark yanked off his shirt, pants, and underwear in one rough motion. His cock already hung heavy and half-hard between his legs.
"Hands behind your back."
Thick leather cuffs snapped around his wrists. The click of the lock made his balls tighten. A heavy chain ran from the cuffs to a ring in the floor, forcing him to stay bent forward on his knees.
The whip cracked across his shoulders without warning. Mark grunted, the sting blooming hot and sharp. Another lash landed lower, across his ass. Then another. The master worked fast, laying red stripes from shoulders to thighs. Mark's cock jerked and started to leak onto the floor.
"Look at that dripping cock," the master growled. He grabbed Mark by the hair and yanked his head up. "You love getting whipped like a cheap slut."
"Yes, Sir."
A gloved hand reached between Mark's legs and gave his balls a hard squeeze. Mark moaned. The master let go and walked around behind him. Cold lube splashed onto his hole. Two thick fingers shoved straight in, scissoring him open fast and rough.
"Fuck," Mark hissed.
"Shut up." The fingers pulled out. Something thicker pressed against his rim. The masters cock pushed in one steady thrust, stretching him wide. Marks breath caught as the full length sank deep.
The master started pounding right away. Hard, deep strokes that slapped skin and rattled the chain. Every thrust shoved Mark forward against his restraints. The whip marks burned under the grip of strong hands holding his hips.
"Take it," the master grunted. "Your hole was made for this."
Marks cock swung between his legs, untouched and aching. Pre-cum swung in strings. The master reached around and gave it two rough strokes, then let go.
"Not yet."
He pulled out, leaving Marks hole gaping and empty. The chain was unhooked, and Mark was shoved onto his back on a padded bench. Ankles were cuffed and spread wide on metal bars. His wrists stayed locked behind him. The master climbed between his spread thighs and slammed back in.
This angle hit deeper. Marks prostate got pounded with every thrust. His cock throbbed against his stomach, leaving wet smears. The master leaned down and bit his nipple hard, then sucked it into his mouth while still fucking.
"Want to come?" the master asked, voice rough.
"Please, Sir."
The master pulled out again and stood. He stroked his own thick cock, shiny with lube and Marks insides. "Beg better."
Marks voice came out hoarse. "Please let me come while you fuck me, Sir. Use my ass until you fill it."
A slow smile. The master lined up and drove back in, balls-deep. One hand wrapped around Marks cock and started jerking it in time with the thrusts. Hard and fast. No mercy.
Marks orgasm hit like a punch. Cum shot across his chest in thick ropes while his ass clenched around the pounding cock. The master didnt slow down. He kept fucking through the spasms until his own rhythm broke. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot pulses flooding Marks hole.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down Marks crack onto the bench. The master wiped his cock on Marks thigh, then unlocked the cuffs.
Mark stayed where he was, breathing hard, body marked and used. The master tossed him a towel.
"Clean up. Then get on the bed. Were not done."
Mark smiled through the sting of fresh welts and the ache in his ass. Exactly what he came here for.
