He shoved me face-first against the concrete wall the second the door locked. "Strip, faggot. Everything off, now." His voice was gravel and spit, no warm-up bullshit. I yanked my shirt over my head, kicked my boots away, and shoved my jeans down. My cock was already leaking, thick and heavy between my legs. He watched like he owned it.
"Hands behind your back." Cold steel cuffs snapped around my wrists. He kicked my feet apart until my ass was spread and vulnerable. A thick leather collar went around my throat and clicked shut. "Tonight you're just a hole. Say it."
"I'm just a hole," I rasped.
He spit on my hole and shoved two fingers straight in. No lube, just spit and force. I grunted, hole burning around the stretch. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, knuckles punching against my rim until I was dripping down my own thighs. "Look at this greedy cunt. Already sucking me in like a cheap whore."
He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my face. Then the flogger landed across my back. Hard. I jerked forward, cock slapping the wall. He laid into me, steady and mean, stripes of fire blooming across my shoulders, ass, and thighs. Every time the tails wrapped around my balls I moaned like a bitch in heat.
When he finally freed his cock it was fat, veined, and already drooling. He slapped it against my burning ass cheeks. "Beg for it."
"Please fuck my hole. Use me."
He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one brutal thrust. I shouted.
He didn't stop. He pounded me like he was trying to break something, hips slamming, balls swinging and slapping my taint. The cuffs rattled. My forehead knocked the wall. He grabbed the collar, yanked my head back, and spit in my open mouth.
"Take it, slut. This is what you came here for." He reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it rough and fast while he destroyed my ass. Every stroke made my hole clench around him. Pre-cum poured out of me in strings.
He pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees. His cock, shiny with my ass, shoved straight down my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but he held my head and fucked my face until spit and snot ran down my chin. "Swallow it. Don't you fucking waste it."
When he was ready he hauled me up, bent me over a padded bench, and strapped my ankles and wrists down. A thick plug replaced his cock for a minute while he fetched the cane. Ten hard strokes across my already flogged ass. I screamed into the leather. He counted them out loud, each one landing exactly where it hurt most.
Then the plug came out and his cock went back in, deeper than before. He fucked me slow and nasty now, grinding deep, rolling his hips so the head of his dick rubbed my prostate until I was shaking and begging. "Come on my cock, boy. Do it."
I shot hard, ropes of cum splattering the floor beneath the bench. My ass clamped down so tight he growled and unloaded, flooding my guts with hot, thick cum. He stayed inside me, pulsing, until every drop was pumped out.
He pulled free, wiped his cock on my ass, and left me strapped there, hole gaping and dripping. "Stay. I'll be back when I feel like using you again."
The door clicked shut. My cock was already twitching back to life.
