It was a country-western bar. I was 17 that summer and still not certain what I liked or was. Jay was in tight blue jeans, leather chaps and a thick black leather belt. He was attracted by the sight of me, I guess, cuz he came over and before long was stroking my butt with big coarse hands, putting pressure with his strong, thick fingers on the base of my balls. He was easily twenty years older than me, but he was rugged and masculine and I found his aggressive come-on exciting. In no time I
was following him to his car and he was driving me to his house, a sprawling ranch house in a canyon near L A.
He had a lover, Brian. Both played around with other guys and the leather equipment in their bedroom told me immediately discipline was major for them. It was all very new to me and very intriguing. A harness, various whips, paddles, straps, and other discipline tools. I'd been getting off on conventional fucking and sucking and sort of expected to be afraid of this bizarre gear, but I really wasn't, I was wild with anticipation.
Jay ran his hand all the way down my back and stroked my butt again. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me, long and very wetly, probing into my mouth with his tongue like it was a cock inside me. He pulled my hips towards him, and even through the chaps and both our jeans I could feel his huge hard-on. He was a big guy, not really fine-featured or conventionally handsome, but tall and exuding this powerful maleness that was so attractive to me I could almost smell it. Hell, I could smell it. This was a man with so much sexual power over me that I was absolute putty in his arms. I would do anything he wanted, and he knew it. He looked into me with large brown eyes that seemed to penetrate to my core. His lips parted just a tiny bit and a look of wicked mischief came over his face. "You need it, and I'm gonna give it to you, babe," he whispered into my ear. He reached behind me and slapped my butt, right over my jeans, hard. I felt a spreading warmth and rising excitement that found its outlet in an intense hard on.
He turned my whole body with his powerful arms all of a sudden and thrust me over the dresser and smacked me really hard with his open palm square on the butt. I jerked with the power of it. He was strong and he meant business. Even with just his hand through my jeans, I could feel a wave of heat swelling up in my ass and shooting into my legs. He put his palm on my butt and came up onto me. Through both our pants I could feel the ramrod hardness of his enormous cock up against the
crack of my butt. He put his face alongside my head and whispered, "OK, babe, let's do it. I'm gonna tear your ass... you know you need it." And I did. My cock already ached, it was so hard from needing it bad. I never knew before that moment just how bad I wanted a man's powerful hand to take charge and beat my ass.
He pulled me away from the dresser and reached around to undo my pants and belt. "Pull 'em off, kid." He gave a good smack! across the butt for punctuation. Taking down my jeans I saw he was stripping to the waist. His body was hairy and firm and obviously very strong.Sitting on the bed he patted his thighs and I could see the straight up bulge in his jeans that was his huge cock and sighed with desire to get close and feel it rubbing against me as he lay into my butt with the spanking I needed so bad.
"Shirt too," he ordered forcefully.
I quickly did as he said then lay across his knees, positively electric, burning with desire. He lost no time, positioned me with his left hand then raised his right arm and brought it down hard, glancing across both cheeks of my ass with a searingly loud smack! A sudden thrill of fire coursed through me as I rebounded. And then he found a rhythm, the steady smack, smack, smack! of a powerful, old-fashioned spanking, bare hand holding back nothing against bare butt. I ate it up, if it's possible to eat up getting spanked, writhing in exquisite pain and moaning louder and louder. Smack, smack smack, smack! He bounced me a little in his lap with each spank, and I felt his cock like a rock under his pants. My excitement was so intense it was almost like being high on something. On and on, not letting up, just spanking damn hard and long. Soon I was crying out with each spank, not for him to stop spanking me, but just because the fiery rush I felt each time his hand crashed into the cheeks
of my butt was so intense I had to let it out.
Finally he stopped, picked me up and rolled me over so my burned butt was against the bed, took me in his arms and kissed me hard. The hard-on I'd lost from pain returned more intense than ever. I was so ready for this man I couldn't restrain myself and clumsily reached for his belt to undo it, and he let me undo the buckle then pulled away and yanked the belt out of its loops.
"You want some of this too, boy?" he said, with a husky, soft tone to his voice. I couldn't even speak. I wasn't really thinking he would beat me with the belt, I wanted his cock against my body, but I was his to do with as he pleased, so all I could do was smile dumbly. He knealt, undid his jeans and pulled them off, then took off the jockeys where his nine-inch hard thick cock was already peeping over the elastic a good two inches.
What a rod he had, thick and huge, with big, mottled red balls at the base. He doubled the belt and pulled me around and started whipping me with the belt. It was weird -- it almost didn't hurt, it was like hot, hot caresses, and my own cock stayed rock hard as he thwacked and thwacked with that wide leather belt. I was fairly swimming in it, undulating with each fall of the belt across my flaming red butt. Thwack, thwack thwack! I swam to his rhythmic dance with that belt.
Then he stopped and lay me down and set down gently, with his long hard prick along my crack. "You want it inside you don't you, babe?" he said softly.
I could only grunt out "Yeah," so drunk with excitement was I. He ran his hands all along the side of my body, tracing a line, ending up rubbing my burning butt then probing my hole just a bit my hole with his fingers.
"Yeah, babe, you want it," he said as he reached to the bedstand for K-Y and a condom. He was so adept that he caressed my back and even reached around to my tits with one hand while greasing my ass and putting on the rubber with his other, only using both hands to finally pull the sheath down over that stiff shaft. Then he eased the tip of that huge cock into me, slowly, ever-widening the gate till his entire brick-hard thickness was inside. I moaned with the shear force and penetration.
Slow and deep, all the way in till his balls were banging against my beet-red cheeks. Then he started humping me with the same rhythm he had used to spank the shit out of me before, and it went on an on, just like the spanking.
Deep inside I felt this incredible warmth as his hard rod massaged me and my own cock ached and ached it was so hard. Then he pulled me up onto my knees so I could reach under and stroke my own number while he kept fucking and fucking my brains out. Before long we were both letting out those little cries that meant a huge spurting climax was coming on. I felt like I was floating as his ramrod reamed my burning butt and paroxysms began in the base of my balls, stimulated by my hands and his cock. Then a streaming wave of such intense feeling traveled up my cock, it seemed slowly and yet violently, and I could tell from his cries of Oh, Oh, OH!, OH! that he too was just there, coming. And then we both came in a massive rush, a big spurt followed by little waves, wave after wave, until finally he laid me down, with his cock still inside, and kissed my neck.
We lay there a long time, and while I went down, his rod was still there, still huge and hard, like a presence inside me, giving me such a feeling of well-being I could hardly remember that I'd just gotten the hardest spanking of my life and been fucked
with more passion and power than I'd ever thought possible.
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