Brad grabbed the new guy by the belt and yanked him into the bedroom without a word. The dude's name was Mike but Brad didn't give a fuck about names right now. All he saw was a tight ass in jeans that needed to be bared and beaten red. "Strip and bend over the bed," Brad ordered, voice low and rough. Mike obeyed fast, kicking off his clothes until his pale cheeks were up in the air, legs spread. Brad stepped behind him and ran a hand over the smooth skin once before pulling back and letting his palm crack down hard. The slap rang out loud and sharp. Mike jerked but stayed in place. "That's one," Brad said. "Count them or I start over."
Another smack landed on the other cheek, harder. "Two," Mike grunted. Brad didn't waste time. He rained down spank after spank, alternating sides, building heat fast. Each hit made the flesh jiggle and turn pink. By ten the skin was already glowing. Brad paused only to spit on his fingers and shove two inside Mike's hole without warning. "Fuck, you're tight. This ass is mine tonight." He finger-fucked him rough while the other hand kept spanking, the wet sounds mixing with the slaps. Mike's cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs. Brad aimed lower, spanking the sit spot until Mike started moaning like a whore. "Fifteen. Sixteen. You like getting your gay ass beat, don't you?"
Brad pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. Mike yelled into the mattress. Brad didn't go easy.
He fucked deep and fast, using one hand to keep the spanking going in rhythm with his hips. Every thrust pushed Mike forward, every slap made his hole clench around Brad's dick. "Take it. Take that cock and those spanks." The ass under his hand was bright red now, hot to the touch. Brad grabbed a fistful of the burning flesh and squeezed while he pounded harder. Mike's moans turned into begging. "Harder, sir. Spank me while you fuck me." Brad gave him what he wanted, laying into the already sore cheeks until the prints of his hand stood out clear.
He flipped Mike onto his back, legs up over his shoulders, and kept going. Now he could watch the face twist with every slap to the thighs and the balls. "Look at that cock dripping. You get off on this shit." Brad slapped the inside of the thighs, then the shaft itself a couple times, not too hard but enough to make Mike gasp. Then he went back to the ass, lifting the hips so he could smack the undersides while his cock stayed buried. Sweat dripped off Brad's chest onto Mike's stomach. The room smelled like sex and skin. Brad's hand was stinging but he didn't stop. He wanted that ass bruised and throbbing.
Mike came first, untouched, shooting across his own chest with a broken shout. Brad kept fucking through it, kept spanking the red cheeks until his own orgasm hit. He pulled out at the last second and painted the burning ass with thick ropes of cum. "Fuck yeah. Marked and spanked like the slut you are." He rubbed the cum into the hot skin with rough strokes, making Mike whimper. They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Brad finally let the legs down and pulled Mike up against him. "Next time you come over I'm using the belt. That ass isn't done yet." Mike just nodded, already half-hard again from the promise. Brad smiled and gave one last lazy slap to the sore cheeks. "Good boy."
