Mark shoved the heavy door shut behind them, the lock clicking like a gunshot in the dim room. "Strip. Now." His voice was low and rough, no room for questions. Jake's hands shook as he peeled off his shirt, then kicked free of his jeans and boxers. His cock was already half-hard, thick and twitching in the cool air. Mark circled him once, boots heavy on the concrete floor, then grabbed Jake's wrists and snapped cold metal cuffs around them. "On your knees, slut."
Jake dropped fast. The floor was hard and unforgiving. Mark unzipped and hauled out his cock, fat and veined, already leaking at the tip. He slapped it against Jake's cheek, leaving a wet streak. "Open." Jake parted his lips and Mark thrust straight in, burying half his length in one shove. Jake gagged, spit spilling down his chin, but Mark didn't ease up. He fucked Jake's mouth in short, brutal strokes, one hand fisted in his hair, the other reaching down to twist a nipple hard enough to make Jake moan around the cock stretching his throat.
"Look at you, drooling like a cheap whore," Mark growled. He pulled out and hauled Jake up by the cuffs, spinning him toward the padded bench. Leather straps went around Jake's thighs and chest, pinning him face-down with his ass up and spread. Mark kicked his legs wider, then cracked a hand across one cheek. The slap echoed. Jake jerked and his cock jumped, a string of pre-cum stretching to the floor. Mark spanked him again, harder, until both cheeks glowed red and Jake was panting, pushing back for more.
Mark grabbed a bottle of thick lube and poured it straight over Jake's hole, not bothering to warm it. Two fingers shoved in without warning, scissoring deep. Jake grunted, hole clenching around the invasion. "Tight little fuckhole," Mark said, adding a third finger and twisting. He found Jake's prostate and rubbed it hard, making Jake's legs shake and his cock drip steadily. "You gonna take my fist later if I want? Answer me."
"Yes, Sir," Jake gasped. "Whatever you want."
Mark pulled his fingers free and lined up his cock. He didn't go slow. One thrust buried him balls-deep in Jake's ass. Jake cried out, the stretch burning, but Mark just gripped his hips and started pounding. The bench creaked under every slam. Mark's balls slapped wetly against Jake's ass with every stroke. He reached around and grabbed Jake's cock, stroking it rough and fast in time with his thrusts. "Don't you fucking come yet," he ordered. "You come when I say."
Jake whimpered, trying to hold back while Mark used him. Sweat slicked their skin. Mark leaned over, teeth sinking into Jake's shoulder as he fucked harder, deeper, angling to nail that spot inside again and again. He pulled out suddenly, leaving Jake empty and clenching. Mark uncuffed one hand, flipped Jake onto his back, and re-cuffed him with arms stretched overhead. He pushed Jake's knees to his chest and sank back in, watching his cock disappear into that stretched hole.
Mark's pace turned savage.
He spat in Jake's face, then wiped it across his mouth. "Lick it, bitch." Jake obeyed, tongue out. Mark reached for the small leather flogger hanging nearby and brought it down across Jake's chest, then his inner thighs. Each strike made Jake's hole squeeze tighter around Mark's cock. Red welts rose fast. Mark flogged Jake's balls lightly, just enough sting to make him shout, then dropped the flogger and grabbed Jake's cock again.
"Come," Mark ordered. "Now." He jerked hard and Jake exploded, ropes of cum shooting across his own stomach and chest. His ass clamped down, milking Mark's cock. Mark fucked through the spasms, then pulled out, ripped off the condom, and stroked once, twice before unloading thick jets across Jake's face and open mouth. Some landed on his tongue. Jake swallowed what he could.
Mark wiped his cock on Jake's cheek, then undid the cuffs. He pulled Jake up and into a rough kiss, tasting himself. "Good boy," he muttered against Jake's lips. "Next time I'm bringing the cage." Jake shivered, already half-hard again, and nodded.
