Jensen is ready for you to kneel and worship him.

“Look at me, boy,” Jensen growled, his voice a low rumble through the room. You knelt on the cold stone floor, naked and trembling slightly, thighs spread wide, wrists bound behind your back with soft cuffs that bit just enough to remind you of your place.

Jensen circled you slowly, your eyes lifted, locking onto Jensen's with a mix of fear and hunger. Jensen stopped behind you, trailing the crop's tip along your spine, watching goosebumps erupt in its wake. “You've been teasing me all week with those pics, haven't you? Posing like a desperate slut, begging for this.” The photo Jensen had seen earlier, that provocative shot of you, posed in submission, sweat-glistened skin taut over bulging muscles, had ignited this scene.

Jensen snapped the crop lightly against your ass cheek. You gasped, cock twitching to life between your legs, already half-hard and leaking pre-cum onto the floor. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, voice trembling, body arching instinctively toward the sting.

With a smirk, Jensen grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. “Louder. Tell me what you want.” He leaned in, breathed hot against your ear, free hand sliding down to pinch a nipple hard enough to draw a moan. “I want you to own me, Sir. Whip me, fuck me, make me yours.”

Satisfied, Jensen released you and stepped to the wall of toys, selecting a thick leather flogger. He uncoiled it with a flourish, the tails whispering threats. “On your knees, ass up. Present yourself.” You obeyed instantly, forehead pressing to the floor, back bowed to thrust firm rounded cheeks high. Your hole winked invitingly, framed by the powerful swell of your glutes.

The first lash landed across your back, a controlled stripe of fire that made you cry out, body jolting. Jensen followed with more rhythmic strikes painting red welts over those perfect muscles, thighs, ass, shoulders, each one drawing deeper groans from your throat.

“Good boy,” Jensen praised, voice laced with dark approval. He dropped the flogger and knelt behind you, spreading those cheeks wide with his wide hands. “So tight for me. Are you ready to take my cock?”

“Please, Sir, fuck me!...” You begged, pushing back desperately. Jensen chuckled, looking down at his massive dick, veined and thick, the head already slick. He spat into his palm, slicking himself up before pressing the blunt tip against your entrance. No lube, just raw need, you could take it, had begged for the burn. With a single, brutal thrust, Jensen buried himself balls-deep, groaning at the vise-like grip clenching around him.

You shouted, the stretch tearing a mix of pain and ecstasy from you, your bound arms straining as Jensen set a punishing pace. Each slam of hips against ass filled the room with wet slaps, Jensen's balls smacking rhythmically. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto every plunge, railing you like a possession. “That's it, milk my cock, you filthy slut. Cum without touching yourself, or I'll edge you all night.”

The command pushed you over, body seizing as orgasm ripped through you. Ropes of cum spurted from your untouched dick, splattering the floor beneath. Jensen didn't stop, pounding harder, chasing his own release until he flooded your ass with hot spurts, marking you deep inside. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from that abused hole.