Brad slammed the door behind him and kicked off his boots, sweat still clinging to his skin from the gym. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. He peeled his tank top off and tossed it aside, already half-hard thinking about what was coming. His phone buzzed. One message from Marcus: "Strip. Face down on the bed. Ass up."
Brad dropped his shorts and briefs in one motion. His cock swung free, thick and already leaking. He walked straight to the bedroom, climbed onto the mattress, and buried his face in the pillow the way Marcus liked. Knees spread wide, back arched, hole exposed. The position made him feel like a slut waiting to be used, and that was exactly what he wanted.
Marcus didn't bother with hello. The front door opened and closed, heavy boots crossed the floor, and then a rough hand cracked across Brad's left ass cheek. The sting bloomed hot and immediate. Brad grunted into the pillow.
"Look at this greedy hole," Marcus said, voice low and filthy. Another slap landed on the right cheek, harder. "Already twitching for cock."
Brad pushed his ass back, asking for more. Marcus gave it to him—fast, open-handed smacks that turned his skin red and hot. Each one jolted through him, making his cock throb against the sheets. Marcus paused only to spit on Brad's hole, then rubbed the slickness around with two thick fingers before landing another hard spank right over the wet spot.
"Fuck," Brad groaned. "Spank it harder. Make it hurt."
Marcus laughed once, dark and pleased, then really laid into him. The sound of palm on flesh filled the room. Brad's ass burned, the heat spreading down his thighs and up his spine. His hole clenched and fluttered with every blow. By the time Marcus stopped, Brad was panting and his cheeks were glowing red.
Marcus grabbed a fistful of Brad's hair and yanked his head back. "You want my dick or you want to keep begging like a bitch?"
"Both," Brad rasped. "Fuck me while you spank me."
Marcus let go. The sound of a belt and zipper followed, then the thick head of Marcus's cock pressed against Brad's hole. No lube beyond the spit. Marcus liked it raw and tight. He pushed in slow at first, stretching Brad open, then drove the rest of the way home with one hard thrust.
Brad shouted into the pillow.
Marcus started fucking him deep and steady, hips slapping against the hot, spanked flesh. Every few strokes he pulled back and delivered another sharp smack to Brad's ass. The mix of pain and fullness made Brad's head spin. His cock dragged against the sheets, leaking steadily.
"Take it," Marcus growled. "Take every inch while I beat this ass red."
He picked up the pace, pounding harder. The spanks came faster too, alternating cheeks, sometimes landing right where his cock was buried. Brad's hole squeezed tight around the thick shaft every time a slap landed. Sweat dripped down his back. His balls ached. He reached down to stroke himself but Marcus slapped his hand away.
"No. You come on my cock or not at all."
Brad whined but obeyed, gripping the sheets instead. Marcus shifted angles and started nailing his prostate with every thrust. The combination of the brutal fucking and the relentless spanking pushed Brad right to the edge. His ass felt twice its size, throbbing and burning, and every slap sent fresh sparks through him.
Marcus leaned over him, chest to back, and growled in his ear. "Gonna fill this hole. Gonna spank you while I pump you full."
He straightened up and delivered a final flurry of hard, fast spanks while he fucked Brad through it. Brad's orgasm hit like a punch—his cock jerked untouched, shooting thick ropes across the sheets while his hole clamped down around Marcus's dick. Marcus kept thrusting through the clenching, then buried himself deep and came with a rough groan, flooding Brad's guts.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, Marcus's hand resting on the burning skin of Brad's ass, squeezing the sore flesh. When he finally pulled out, cum trickled down Brad's thigh. Marcus gave one last lazy slap to each cheek, then dropped onto the bed beside him.
Brad turned his head, breathing hard, ass still raised and glowing. "Again tomorrow?"
Marcus smirked and reached over to pinch one red cheek. "Count on it."
