Marcus didnt waste time with small talk once we got back to his place. He shoved me against the door, his hand gripping my throat just hard enough to make my pulse hammer. Strip, he ordered, voice low and rough. I peeled off my clothes fast, cock already half-hard from the way he stared. He snapped a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists and clipped them to a chain dangling from the ceiling. My arms stretched overhead, body exposed.
He walked around me slow, running rough palms over my chest, pinching my nipples until I grunted. You said you wanted kinky. This is just the start. He kicked my legs apart and buckled a spreader bar between my ankles. I was stuck open, ass and cock on display. Marcus dropped to his knees and swallowed my dick in one go, sucking hard and sloppy, spit running down my balls.
I tried to thrust but the cuffs and bar kept me still. He pulled off with a wet pop and slapped my shaft. Dont move unless I say.
Next came the flogger. He started light, leather tails kissing my back and ass in steady rhythm. The sting built fast, heat spreading across my skin. Every few strikes he reached around and stroked my cock, mixing pain with pleasure until I was leaking. Beg for more, he growled. Please, Marcus, flog me harder, I rasped. He obliged, laying into my ass until it burned and my hole clenched on nothing.
He freed my wrists only to bend me over a padded bench, re-cuffing my hands behind my back. Cold lube dripped down my crack. Marcus worked two thick fingers into my ass without warning, scissoring and twisting until I moaned like a whore. Tight little hole, he said. Gonna wreck it. He added a third finger, pumping deep, then pulled out and pressed the blunt head of his cock against me. One hard shove and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. I yelled at the burn. He didnt stop; he fucked like he meant to break me, hips slapping loud against my sore ass.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the bench, and shoved back in. My cuffed hands dug into the padding. Marcus grabbed my throat again while he pounded, other hand jerking my cock in time with his thrusts. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest. You love this dirty shit, he grunted. Say it. Fuck yes, use my ass, I gasped. He angled up and nailed my prostate on every stroke until my vision blurred.
When he was close he yanked out, ripped off the condom, and straddled my chest. Open. I took his cock down my throat, tasting lube and precum. He fucked my face rough, balls slapping my chin, until he pulled back and painted my tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed what I could. He wiped the rest across my cheek with his cockhead.
Marcus wasnt done. He unlocked the spreader, flipped me face-down again, and pushed a thick plug into my used hole. Keep that in while I edge you. For the next twenty minutes he stroked my cock slow, stopping every time I got close, slapping my balls when I whined. By the time he finally let me come I was shaking, shooting hard across the bench while he twisted the plug inside me.
After he uncuffed me he pulled me onto the couch, plug still seated. We sat in silence for a while, his hand resting on my thigh. You good? he asked. I nodded, sore and satisfied. Next time bring a friend, he said with a grin. I already knew I would.
