Impact Play

Marcus had a thing for marks.

Not just any marks — the kind that lasted for days. The kind that made Elias wince every time he sat down. The kind that reminded him who he belonged to.

They had been together for eight months, and Marcus’s favorite way to claim Elias was through impact play. Tonight was going to be intense.

Elias was already naked and bent over the padded bench in Marcus’s playroom. His wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bench, keeping him spread and vulnerable. A thick leather blindfold covered his eyes.

Marcus walked slowly around him, letting the anticipation build.

“You’ve been mouthy all week,” Marcus said calmly. “Talking back. Pushing boundaries. I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge.”

Elias swallowed.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Marcus picked up a heavy leather paddle and ran it over Elias’s ass.

“You will be.”

The first strike landed with a sharp crack. Elias gasped. The pain bloomed hot across his right cheek. Marcus didn’t give him time to recover before landing the second strike on the left.

He worked methodically — alternating cheeks, building up the heat and sting. Elias moaned and squirmed in the restraints, but Marcus didn’t stop. He switched between the paddle, a thick leather strap, and finally his bare hand.

By the time Marcus was done, Elias’s ass was glowing red and hot to the touch. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes behind the blindfold.

Marcus ran his hand over the heated skin, squeezing just enough to make Elias whimper.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Look at how red you are for me.”

He moved behind Elias and freed his cock. Without any warning, he pushed inside Elias’s hole in one smooth thrust.

Elias cried out. The combination of the burning pain in his ass and the sudden stretch was overwhelming. Marcus fucked him hard and deep, every thrust making Elias’s punished skin sting even more.

“You’re going to feel this for days,” Marcus growled, gripping Elias’s hips hard. “Every time you sit down, every time you move, you’re going to remember who did this to you.”

Elias could only moan in response, completely lost in the pain and pleasure.

Marcus reached around and stroked Elias’s cock roughly. Elias came with a broken cry, his whole body shaking. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he pulled out and gently ran his hand over Elias’s bruised ass again.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “You took that so well.”

He released Elias from the restraints and helped him stand on shaky legs. Elias immediately collapsed against Marcus’s chest.

Marcus held him close, one hand gently rubbing his back.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You did so well for me.”

Elias buried his face in Marcus’s neck, still trembling.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.

Marcus kissed the top of his head.

“Anytime, baby. Anytime.”