The Master

He pulled his car up the ramps of the parking garage almost too quickly for safety, cursing the meeting that had lasted longer than he had anticipated. He cringed as he reached the top floor of the structure that had been constructed sometime between creation and World War II. His car was already there and he stood leaning on it, smoking a cigarette. He crushed it out with his heel when he saw his car approach.
Before he could turn off the engine, he yanked the driver's side door open and said sharply, "You're late, gigolo." He opened his mouth to explain about the meeting, but he silenced him with harsh words, "Not one syllable of your miserable, pathetic excuses. You will learn that I am not to be kept waiting."
He trembled and gasped as his hand entangled in his hair. He just managed to take the car out of gear and turn off the key before he pulled him from the driver's seat. He kicked the door of the car closed and quick-stepped him to the front fender. Moving his hand to the back of his neck, he forced his head and upper body onto the hood. He kicked his feet wide apart, straining the seams of his pants. With his free hand, he pulled the pants off to his waist, exposing his bare ass. "At least you were able to follow one of my instructions, my little gigolo," he said, in complaining approval of his under things. The sounds of the rush hour traffic leaving the downtown area mingled with his soft whimpers. He shivered as he lightly stroked his ass cheeks with the tips of his fingers. The sharp smell of male musk rose in the air, overcoming the dank, musty smell of the garage.
CRACK! His hand came down swiftly, leaving a clear print as it made contact with him flesh. He squirmed and moaned as the sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the building. His nipples hardened into points of marvelous pain as they pressed into the metal through the thin fabrics of his shirt. Moisture began to form between his legs, as his hand fell repeatedly--harder and faster--on her now bright pink bottom. His breathing was ragged with sobs and moans, as he dragged his nails over the inflamed skin. The sensation of a different pain increased the flow of juices from his hard dick. His thighs tightened as he arched his hips upward, wordlessly begging for more blows upon his tender flesh. He gave a low chuckle that sent quivering pleasure coursing through his body. His hand fell harder and faster than before on the ass that was quickly becoming bright red. Continuous pressure on the back of his neck kept his pressed tightly to the hood of the car. He felt his muscles tighten as his body strained for that release that only one word from him could give him.
His voice came in a low growl, "Do you need to cum, want to cum? Beg me, my little one, beg." His body shuddered with delight and he said, "Please Master may i cum now. Oh please let me cum, please Master. I need to cum so badly, please Master." His voice was choked with gasps and sobs.
His hand tightened on the back of his neck. His fingernails drifted in lazy circles on his inner thigh, through the juices that were now slowly running there. He whispered, "Cum."
As though electrified, his body jerked and quivered; harsh, cruel, animalistic sounds rose from his throat. The flow of juices from between his ass hole was steady as his knees buckled and only his firm hand on the back of his neck kept him on her feet. While his body was still jerking and quivering with aftershocks, he choked out between whimpers, "Oh, Thank You, Master. Thank You."
While still holding him to the hood of the car, he used his free hand to unfasten his pants. His throbbing erection sprang free, and with no preliminaries he plunged into his tight, puckered asshole. He screamed with ecstatic pain at the invasion. His fingernails bit into the palms of his hands as he began his long, slow strokes. As his muscles relaxed more, his strokes became deeper and harder. He fucked him more and more forcefully, grinding his hip bones into the metal of the fender. His cries of ecstasy rang through the structure, "Thank You, Master, thank You."
With every stroke, his balls swung forward and slapped against his sopping ass hole, keeping his cock weight in constant motion. With more and more fury, he drove into him. His balls began to tighten as his breathing sped up. With a last brutal thrust that sent flashes of pleasure and pain through his body, he exploded inside his ass hole, flooding him with his seed. The throbbing of his orgasm combined with the low, rough whisper of, "Cum, gigolo," that came from his Master sent him hurtling over the edge into another mind-shattering climax. They remained there for long moments, suspended in time and space. He came back to himself first. He pulled out of him, and smiled at the cry he heard as he left his body. With a linen handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his dripping cock, and then used it to also wipe his cock clean. He smiled at the sight of the trickle of his cum from his asshole.
He leaned over his body and stuck the handkerchief with both of their juices into his gasping mouth. He stood up and re-fastened his pants. He gave his trembling ass another hard slap that ricocheted off the walls, and was gratified to see the way he jerked and quivered. "Next time, don't be late," he said, as he lit a cigarette. He was still quivering and drifting when he got into his car and drove away.
He slowly returned from subspace and removed the soiled handkerchief from his mouth. With a satisfied smile, he lightly trailed his fingertips over his stinging bottom. As he cautiously sat in his car, and prepared to drive away, his only thought was that he could barely wait for his next command.