Brad slammed the door behind him and dropped his gym bag, sweat still clinging to his chest from the workout. His roommate, Derek, was already waiting on the couch, shirtless, legs spread wide. "Strip, fag," Derek barked, voice low and rough. Brad's cock twitched hard in his shorts. He peeled everything off fast, letting his thick dick slap up against his stomach, already leaking.
Derek stood and grabbed Brad by the hair, yanking him forward. "You've been asking for it all week. Talking shit at the gym, showing off that tight ass like you want everyone to see it get used." He shoved Brad over the arm of the couch, face down, ass up. The first slap landed heavy on Brad's right cheek, the crack echoing through the room. Brad grunted, pushing back into it. "Harder, you fucker. Make it hurt."
Derek didn't hold back. His big hand rained down, alternating cheeks, turning Brad's ass bright red in seconds. Each spank sent heat flooding through Brad's body straight to his balls. "That's it, take it like the cock-hungry slut you are," Derek growled. He paused only to spit on Brad's hole, then rubbed the spit in with two fingers before another round of brutal slaps. Brad's ass jiggled under the blows, skin stinging and throbbing. His dick rubbed against the couch cushion, smearing pre-cum everywhere.
"Fuck, Derek, spank that gay ass raw," Brad moaned, voice muffled by the cushion. Derek answered by yanking Brad's hips higher and delivering a flurry of fast, sharp smacks right across the sit spot. Brad's legs shook. His hole clenched, empty and desperate. Derek reached under and gave Brad's balls a firm tug. "Don't you dare come yet. This ass belongs to me tonight."
He pulled Brad upright and bent him over the kitchen table next, kicking his legs apart. The wooden edge dug into Brad's hips as Derek lined up his thick cock and drove in dry, just enough spit to ease the way. Brad yelled, half pain, half pure lust, as Derek bottomed out. "Goddamn, you're tight," Derek grunted, then started pounding. Every thrust shoved Brad forward, and Derek punctuated the fucking with open-palm slaps across the already burning ass cheeks.
Brad reached back and spread himself wider, begging for more. "Spank me while you fuck me. Make my hole take every inch." Derek obliged, slapping Brad's ass in time with his thrusts, the wet sound of skin on skin mixing with the slap of Derek's balls against Brad's taint. Sweat dripped off both of them. Brad's cock swung untouched beneath him, aching to explode.
They moved to the bedroom after that. Derek pushed Brad onto all fours on the mattress and grabbed the leather belt from the floor. The first stripe across Brad's ass made him howl. "Count them, slut," Derek ordered. Brad gasped out numbers between strikes, voice breaking as the belt painted fresh lines over the handprints. By fifteen his ass was on fire, deep red and welted, but his cock was dripping a steady stream onto the sheets.
Derek dropped the belt and shoved back inside, fucking Brad with long, punishing strokes. "You love this shit, don't you? Gay boy getting his ass beat and bred." Brad nodded frantically, pushing back to meet every thrust. Derek reached around and jerked Brad's cock in time with the pounding. "Come on this dick. Show me how much you need it."
Brad came hard, shooting ropes across the sheets while Derek kept spanking him lightly with one hand, keeping the sting alive. Derek followed seconds later, flooding Brad's hole with hot cum. He stayed buried deep, grinding slow as the last pulses hit.
They collapsed together, Derek's hand resting possessively on Brad's throbbing ass. Brad smiled into the pillow, already half-hard again. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
Derek laughed low and dirty. "Count on it. That ass isn't done getting spanked yet."
