He walked into the basement like he owned the place, boots heavy on the concrete, and I already knew I was fucked. The ad on that site had been blunt as hell: "Sub wanted for rough use, no safe words after we start." I showed up hard in my jeans, and the second the door locked behind me he grabbed my shirt and ripped it open.
"Strip," he ordered, voice low and mean. I peeled everything off, cock already leaking, and he shoved me against the wall. Ropes came out fast. He bound my wrists behind my back, yanked them high, and tied them to a hook in the ceiling so I was bent over, ass out, legs spread wide. My balls hung heavy and exposed. He slapped them once, hard, and I grunted.
"Look at this slut hole," he said, spitting right on my crack. Two thick fingers shoved in dry, twisting, stretching. I pushed back anyway, hungry for it. He laughed, pulled out, and replaced them with his cock in one brutal thrust. No warm-up, just the full length of that fat dick splitting me open. I yelled and he kept pounding, hips slapping loud against my ass.
He fucked me like that for what felt like hours, pulling out only to slap my hole or shove fingers in beside his cock. When he finally came he stayed buried, pumping load after load deep. Then he left me tied and dripping while he grabbed a paddle.
Every smack landed with a crack, turning my cheeks red and hot. I begged for more without even meaning to. He switched to a flogger next, stripes burning across my back and ass, then dropped to his knees and ate my wrecked hole, tongue digging in, sucking his own cum out of me. I shot untouched, ropes of it hitting the floor while he kept licking.
He untied me just long enough to flip me onto my back on a padded bench, legs spread and ankles cuffed wide. Fresh ropes circled my chest and cock, tight enough to make everything throb.
He straddled my face and fed me his dick, fucking my throat while he jerked me slow and mean, edging me until I was shaking. Every time I got close he squeezed the base and laughed.
When he finally let me come again it was with his cock back in my ass, missionary this time so he could watch my face. He choked me light with one hand and pounded until I painted my own chest. He pulled out, added another load to the mess on my stomach, then wiped it up with his fingers and fed it to me.
I left that basement sore, marked, and already planning the next message to him. That raw, filthy session was exactly what the site promised.
