Jake slammed the door behind him and shoved Mark face-first against the wall. "Strip. Now." Mark's hands shook as he yanked off his shirt and dropped his jeans, kicking them aside. His cock already hung heavy and half-hard between his legs. Jake didn't wait. He grabbed Mark by the hair, dragged him to the couch, and bent him over the armrest so his ass stuck out, cheeks spread wide.
"Count them," Jake growled. He unbuckled his belt and doubled it over. The first crack landed square across both cheeks. Mark jerked and hissed, "One." The second came lower, right where ass met thigh. "Two." By five the skin was already turning pink. By ten it glowed red and hot, thin welts rising where the leather had kissed hardest. Mark's cock leaked onto the couch cushion, dripping steadily with every strike.
Jake paused only to spit on his fingers and shove two straight into Mark's hole. No lube yet, just rough and dry at first, working him open while the belt dangled from his other hand. "You like getting your ass beat raw?" he asked, voice low and filthy. Mark moaned and pushed back. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Hit me harder."
Jake obliged. The belt snapped down again, fast and mean, striping fresh lines across already burning flesh. Mark counted through gritted teeth, voice breaking at fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. His ass cheeks clenched and twitched, skin shiny with sweat. Jake dropped the belt, unzipped, and pulled out his thick cock. He spat on it once, lined up, and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
Mark shouted, half pain, half relief. Jake didn't give him time to adjust. He fucked hard, hips slapping against the raw, spanked ass with every stroke, making the sore skin burn hotter. Mark's hole gripped him tight, slicking up quick from spit and pre-cum. Jake reached around, grabbed Mark's cock, and jerked it in time with his thrusts. "You gonna come with your ass this red?" he grunted. "Do it. Shoot while I wreck you."
Mark came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch, body shaking as his punished ass clenched around Jake's cock. Jake kept pounding through it, chasing his own finish. He pulled out at the last second, stroked twice, and painted Mark's burning cheeks with cum, rubbing it into the welts with the head of his dick.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Jake finally pulled Mark upright, turned him around, and kissed him rough. "Shower. Then I'm spanking you again, wet this time." Mark grinned, ass still throbbing. "Yes, sir."
