The basement smelled like leather, sweat, and lube. Marcus shoved the door shut behind them and pointed at the concrete floor. Strip and kneel, boy. Hands behind your back.
Ryan yanked off his shirt, kicked free of his jeans, and dropped. His cock was already half-hard from the walk over. Marcus circled him once, boots heavy on the floor, then grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Ryans head back. Open. He shoved two fingers into Ryans mouth, pushing deep until spit ran down his chin. Suck like you mean it.
Ryan worked the fingers, tongue sliding between them, eyes watering when Marcus pressed harder. Marcus pulled them out and wiped the spit across Ryans face. Good start. Now the cuffs.
He snapped thick leather cuffs around Ryans wrists and clipped them to a ring bolted low on the wall. Ryans chest pressed against cold concrete, ass pushed out. Marcus ran a rough palm over one cheek, then slapped it hard enough to sting. Color?
Green, Ryan said, voice already rough.
Marcus grabbed a flogger from the wall. The first swing landed across both cheeks with a heavy thud. Ryan grunted. The next ten came faster, the leather tails biting into skin, turning it hot and pink. Marcus paused only to reach between Ryans legs and squeeze his balls. Still green?
Fuck yes.
The flogger kept falling until Ryans ass burned and his cock dripped onto the floor. Marcus dropped the flogger, unzipped, and pressed the head of his thick cock against Ryans hole without warning. He pushed in dry at first, just enough to make Ryan gasp, then pulled back and spat on his own dick. The second thrust sank halfway. Marcus gripped Ryans hips and drove the rest of the way in with one hard shove.
Take it, he growled, already fucking in short, brutal strokes. This holes mine tonight. Ryan pushed back as much as the cuffs allowed, meeting every thrust. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls. Marcus reached around and wrapped a hand around Ryans cock, stroking it in time with his pounding. Dont come till I say.
He pulled out, unclipped the cuffs, and shoved Ryan onto a padded bench. Face down, ass up. Marcus strapped thick leather belts across Ryans back and thighs, locking him in place. Then he picked up a heavy wooden paddle. The first crack made Ryan shout. Marcus laid down twenty hard strokes, pausing between each one to finger Ryans stretched hole and twist two fingers inside. Look at this greedy ass. Swallowing my fingers like it wants more.
Ryans voice cracked. Please, Sir. Fuck me again.
Marcus climbed onto the bench behind him and sank back in, balls-deep in one thrust. This time he didnt hold back. He fucked like he was trying to split Ryan open, hips snapping, one hand fisted in Ryans hair to keep his face pressed to the leather. The other hand reached under and pinched Ryans nipples hard. Youre gonna come with my load in you, Marcus snarled. Count it down. Ten.
He slammed in on each number. By one Ryan was shaking, cock throbbing untouched. Marcus growled, Now, and Ryan came hard, ropes of cum splattering the bench while Marcus kept pounding through it. Two more brutal thrusts and Marcus buried himself to the root, flooding Ryans ass with hot pulses.
He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow so Ryan could feel every inch. Marcus unbuckled the straps, hauled Ryan upright, and pushed him to his knees again. Clean it. Ryan licked and sucked Marcuss cock clean of cum and lube, tasting himself on the shaft. Marcus watched with half-lidded eyes, then hauled him up by the hair and kissed him rough, biting his lower lip.
Showers through there, Marcus said when he pulled back. You did good. He gave Ryans sore ass one last slap. Same time next week. Ill have the cane ready.
