Jake slammed the apartment door behind them and shoved his face against the wall before the lock even clicked. "Don't be gentle," he growled, already yanking his jeans down to his knees. The stranger from the barhe'd only caught the name Mikepressed in close, hot breath on Jake's neck, one massive hand gripping the back of his neck like he owned it.
Mike spat into his palm and rubbed the thick head of his cock against Jake's hole, no lube, no warning. "You asked for it raw, boy." He pushed. The burn hit instantly, sharp and deep, stretching Jake wider than he'd ever taken. Jake's knees buckled but he shoved back anyway, forcing more of that fat cock inside.
Pain flared white-hot, but his own dick jerked hard against the wall, leaking.
"Fuck, it hurts," Jake hissed, teeth clenched. Mike didn't slow down. He drove in another inch, the dry drag scraping every nerve raw. Jake's hole clenched tight, trying to push the intruder out, but Mike just gripped his hips and slammed the rest of the way home. A guttural cry tore out of Jake's throat. The pain was blinding, stretching him open so wide he felt split. Tears stung his eyes, yet his cock throbbed harder, dripping onto the floor.
Mike started fucking him in short, brutal strokes, no mercy, balls slapping against Jake's ass with every thrust. Each one sent fresh spikes of pain radiating through his guts, but Jake pushed back to meet them, craving the burn. "Harder, you bastard," he snarled. Mike obliged, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt. The slap of skin on skin echoed loud in the room. Jake's hole burned like fire, the friction turning slick only from the steady leak of pre-cum and sweat. Every withdrawal dragged against his rim, making him gasp and curse.
Mike reached around and squeezed Jake's balls hard enough to make him yelp. "You like that pain, don't you? Your greedy ass is sucking me in." He changed angle and nailed Jake's prostate dead-on. The pain twisted into something hotter, sharper, each thrust now punching sparks of unwanted pleasure through the ache. Jake's cock swung untouched, slapping his stomach, leaving wet streaks. He reached down to stroke it but Mike slapped his hand away. "No. You come from getting fucked raw or not at all."
The pounding went on, relentless. Jake's legs shook; his hole felt swollen and bruised, every thrust lighting up fresh pain that made his vision blur. Yet he begged for more, voice breaking. "Don't stop. Tear me open." Mike growled and flipped him onto the floor, shoving his legs back until his knees touched his chest. The new position let Mike sink even deeper. Jake screamed as that thick cock battered his insides, the pain so intense it bordered on too much. Sweat poured off both of them. Mike's heavy balls kept slapping his ass, and the wet squelch of each thrust grew louder as Jake's hole finally loosened enough to take the abuse.
Jake's orgasm hit without warning, untouched. His cock pulsed and shot thick ropes across his own chest and face while his hole spasmed around Mike's shaft. The clenching made the pain spike again, dragging the climax out until he was shaking and sobbing. Mike didn't stop. He fucked him straight through it, using the tighter grip to chase his own release. When he finally came, it was deep, flooding Jake's wrecked hole with hot pulses that made everything slicker and more obscene.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Mike pulled out slowly, leaving Jake's hole gaping and sore, cum trickling out. Jake lay there panting, hole throbbing with the memory of every painful inch. His cock gave one last weak twitch. Mike wiped his dick on Jake's thigh and stood. "Same time next week," he said. Jake just nodded, already knowing he'd be back for more of that brutal, perfect hurt.
