Warehouse Spank -- Jacob's POV

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the whupping I received from Ferguson, or Anthony, I guess I can call him. I love submitting to him. Each time I go to his place for a belting, he's prepared some new surprise for me. I get hard with the anticipation every time we plan a meet up. The scene at my warehouse was no different.

Some background... I had been compelled for the past several months to find a friend who would give my ass a good hiding. Growing up, my uncle, my mom's brother, would tan my ass regularly. For no reason most of the time. Maybe I came home later from school than he expected. I got the belt. Maybe I didn't wash his truck just like he wanted it. I got the belt.

All I heard was, "Jacob, in the shop," my uncle would bellow. My mom and I moved in with my uncle after my parents split up. I was eighteen going on nineteen at the time. You'd think I was too old for a spanking. But my uncle was a big intimidating man, and he ruled the house with an iron fist and a heavy belt. My uncle tinkered with all kinds of things... old TVs and radios, any old kitchen appliance, he sometimes also reupholstered furniture. So his shop was filled with all kinds of tools, straps, tables with vices attached, and other junk. When he ordered me to "get in the shop," I knew he meant business.

In the shop, uncle would order me, "Get those pants down, boy!" I'd loosen my belt and shove my pants down past my knees.

"Turn around now and lean over the work table," uncle would bark. I would hear him approaching from behind and hear him remove a strap from a hook on the wall. He'd haul back and swat me a couple of times with the strap across my butt. The swats were usually pretty light in the beginning, but I always knew they would hurt later. Then uncle would grab my underwear, my tighty whities, and R-I-P, he'd split my underwear in half, leaving them to hang by the waistband from my hips exposing my ass.

Then the lashing would really begin. It hurt like hell. He never counted the swats, it was more about how much time he spent spanking me. Ten minutes, twenty, and how much damage he could do during that time. As he spanked me, he'd be preaching at me, "Next time I tell you to wash the truck, I want it done right." Or "I've never seen a lazier boy. I expect more from you. You need to be taught a lesson," and stuff like that. At the end of the spanking, while I was sobbing, my ass smarting like hell, he would come up behind me and finger my hole. He never used any lube or anything, just massage a bit around my hole then shove! Finger in hole. That made the pain from the belting even worse.

After each whupping, uncle would simply walk out of the shed, leaving me there to dry my tears and pull myself back together. I'd go back to my room and lie on my stomach because my ass was so sore. My mom would often slip into my room quietly, without saying a word, and leave a bottle of lotion on my dresser. Later, before going to sleep, I would massage the lotion into my butt cheeks. It would help ease the pain a little, but I always felt the burn throughout the next day at school. It was a challenge to be able to sit at my desk and pay attention without squirming, shifting from cheek to cheek in my chair when I got uncomfortable.

After I grew up, went to college, got married, and had my own kids, I still never forgot the whuppings my uncle gave me. As an adult, I often fantasized about getting a strapping from a man. It was a compulsion I couldn't shake. I had this yearning to be dominated and humiliated. I can't explain it. I was beginning to think I'd never get to satisfy that itch.

I was built pretty well. The years I had spent playing soccer in junior high and high school had given me strong quads and a firm butt. I was at the gym at least three times a week, mostly working out on the elipticals, but also lifting weights to form muscular arms, shoulders, and pecs. I'm pretty hairy, but I keep my pubes shaved, as well as my cock and balls. As a Hispanic man, I have a nice caramel-colored skin. I think I'm not bad looking. I often catch people at the gym eyeing me, women and men.

Then I met Anthony. Anthony was HOT! He was a good-looking man, mid-forties, close cropped brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10" and maybe 180, nicely muscled. I often ran into him at the gym. One day I spotted him in the showers. That's when I discovered he also had an awesome dick, at least 7 and a half inches, maybe more.

That day I had intentionally left my shower curtain open. Anthony was in a shower stall across the corridor diagonally opposite from mine. His shower curtain was open slightly, just enough for me to see his back, ass, and legs. And if he turned his back to the shower, I could catch a glimpse of his dick. I couldn't tell if he could see me or not. But it didn't matter, I decided to give him a show anyway. So as I soaped up, I turned full front to the shower door, soaped up my cock and balls really well, then turned and lathered my ass, pulling my cheeks apart exposing my hole. If Anthony was watching--of course, at this point I didn't know his name yet--he got a show. One of the best shows I could give.

Later, in the locker room as I was getting dressed, I caught Anthony staring at me. So I walked over and introduced myself. Long story short, we exchanged numbers, and for the past year, I've been going to his house to hook up. Anthony is a great lover. A good kisser. And he pounds my ass like a motherfucker. He also gives good blowjobs. He loves toying with my foreskin with his lips--pulling it, sucking it, while stretching my balls down. We meet up about every two weeks or so, early mornings, before I go out to a job site to meet my crew. I own a small construction company. We lay flooring, tile, things like that.

I finally got up the courage to ask Anthony to spank me. I told him the story of my uncle and how I wanted to feel dominated and humiliated. To my surprise he was game. Though he was tentative at first, he soon got into it. I think my submitting to him gets him horny. He spanks me with his hand over his knee at first, then switches to using a wooden spoon. The spoon hurts like hell. Then he has me get on all fours on his bed, sometimes he has me wear a blindfolded, and he lays on the lashes with a belt, forty or fifty. In between sets of ten or twenty lashes, he takes a breather and has me turn around to face him and I suck his cock.

He strokes the back of my head and tells me, "That's a good boy. Yeah, suck my cock." Then after the final lashes, he asks, "Want me to fuck you?" Of course I always say yes. Then Anthony penetrates me with his awesome cock. His thrusts start off slow and gentle, but then he speeds it up and his thrusts get a little rougher. He likes to reach under me and stroke my cock while he fucks me. "You like this? You like daddy's cock in your ass?" he says. Sometimes he finishes in my ass, sometimes he pulls out and shoots his cum on my face. After fucking we make out, sometimes we take a little nap, then hit the shower. I get dressed and head out to my job site, my crew none the wiser.

I've grown to love my spank and fuck sessions with Anthony. I relish his awesome cock. It's the perfect length and thickness. As I suck him, I imagine his cock pounding my ass. When Anthony is spanking me, I'm thrown back to my teen years living with my uncle. I have the same feeling of humiliation, being forced to submit to another man's domination, taking orders and answering 'Yes sir,' and counting out the lashes of the belt. Anthony plays the dom role well. And the fucking... well, with my ass cheeks burning, the fucking sends me over the moon. I stay hard the rest of the day while working. I love feeling my ass burning as I'm out giving orders to my crew.

After several spanking meet ups, I thought it might be fun to ask Anthony to meet me at my warehouse. I keep a couple of old vehicles there and have a desk there where I do the paperwork for my construction jobs. The place is a mess--full of old tires, tools, discarded exhaust pipes, boxes of left over tile and flooring. I really oughtta clean it up. I share the place with another guy. But he's rarely there.

So one Saturday afternoon, while I was in the warehouse finishing up some paperwork. I got the urge for a spanking. I sent Anthony a text, "Are you free today? Want to meet me at my warehouse and spank me?"

A moment later, Anthony responded, "Is it safe? No one's going to walk in on us are they? Like your wife?"

"Yeah it's safe," I answered. "Only one other guy has a key and he's never here. And no, my wife won't be coming around. She hates the place."

I've been married for twenty-two years. My wife was so occupied with our young grandchildren, she didn't pay any attention to what I was up to. We still have sex, though not very often, and I love her. But she can't give me everything that I need. I asked her to spank me once, but she was totally weirded out, refused, and told me she never wanted to hear about that from me again. And that's the way we left it. We pretty much live separate lives, though I'm always there to fix things, help around the house, all the normal things of married life.

"How do you see it playing out?" Anthony asked.

"Lean me over the hood or the tailgate of my truck, yank my shorts down, and spank me with your hand or belt. After that I can suck you off or you can fuck me," I replied, eager with anticipation. Just writing this text got my cock to start stiffening.

"What time?" Anthony asked.

"How's 7:30?" I texted.

"Perfect!" Anthony replied.

I sent him the address, then got prepared. There's a bathroom with a shower at the warehouse, so I got cleaned up, both inside and out. I was wearing a red tank top, a pair of short black gym shorts, and my Converses. I wanted to surprise Anthony, so at about 7:20, I hopped in my swivel chair on my knees. I pulled my shorts down to just below my ass, making sure to shove my cock and balls back, fully exposed between my thighs and held in place by the waistband of my shorts. My cock was already semi-hard and I was nervous with anticipation and excitement. While I waited, I did some Kegel exercises, clenching and releasing my ass cheeks. Soon I heard the door shift slightly and footsteps, Anthony was making his way through the junk to where I was waiting.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" Anthony greeted me. "Dang, you look hot," he continued. He spun my chair around so I was facing him. Anthony leaned down and we kissed. Then he shoved his shorts down. His cock, already stiff, flopped up and smacked his stomach. He stood there waving his cock in front of me as I tried to grab hold of it with my mouth. Finally, he let me swallow his dick and I sucked him. Anthony held me down on his cock, my lips meeting his pubes. I loved it when he did that! He smelled so nice, a combo of scented shower gel and a little man musk. It made me all the hornier and eager to submit to him. After a few minutes of sucking, Anthony shoved me off his cock. He reached into the gym bag he had brought along and pulled out a bandana that he then used to blindfold me.

"I've got a few surprises for you," he said. "I can't wait, daddy," I replied.

Anthony turned the chair back around so I was facing the wall again and my ass was facing toward him.

"Are you ready for your spanking, son?" Anthony asked.

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready," I answered.

"I'm gonna spank you with my hand first, get you warmed up."

"Yes, daddy, spank me hard. Please, daddy," I whimpered.

Anthony caressed my ass, running his hand over my butt cheeks, then sliding between my cheeks. Suddenly SMACK. He proceeded to swat each cheek in turn. It felt awesome. His swats were hard, making the chair lurch forward a little each time. This continued for maybe twenty hits, I lost count. Then he paused and played with my cock a little. Anthony, being circumcised, was fascinated by foreskin. He tugged my skin, stretching it well past my knob, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger, then stretching back down, exposing my cock head. I was leaking precum and I felt him spread it around my cock head with his finger as I moaned with pleasure. Then he wrapped his hand around my nuts and tugged them downward, stretching my ball sack.

Anthony pulled my cock back between my thighs and held it, then I felt him nibbling on my foreskin, tugging it, stretching it beyond my glans, almost to the point of inducing pain, then he'd release it again. I felt Anthony's tongue glide from the tip of my exposed cockhead all the way up my shaft to my balls and back down again. Then he followed the same path again with his tongue, but continued over my nut sack to my hole. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt his warm breath and wet tongue tease my hole. His tongue circled around my hole then probed into my anus. Anthony's tongue felt amazing. My cock was dripping precum like crazy. Anthony has this trick that no other man I've ever been with has done. While rimming my hole, he'll clamp his mouth down over my ass lips and suck. Suck hard. It feels amazing. This made me even more anxious to feel Anthony spank my ass.

"AHHHHHHHH," I moaned, "Spank me, daddy, spank me! Please," I managed to moan and mumble.

"Up off the chair," Anthony ordered. "Bend over the tailgate of the truck."

I had anticipated being stretched over the tailgate of the old Chevy in the warehouse. So I had made sure beforehand to have the tailgate down and some short rope pieces nearby. Anthony guided me over to the Chevy, then shoved my head down, causing me to lean over the tailgate. Then, as I had hoped, he used the ropes to tie my hands loosely to the cables supporting the tailgate.

"Now you get twenty smacks with the paddle," Anthony barked. He had this awesome leather paddle that he had used on me before. I knew it was going to smart, but I didn't care, I wanted it.

"Yes, daddy, I want the paddle, please, daddy," I replied.

Anthony was well into smacking my ass with the paddle, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Oh shit," I thought. "Who the hell could that be." My heart started racing, wondering who would be knocking. Had someone passing by heard the paddle smacking my ass and come to see what was going on?

"Hang on a sec," Anthony said. He didn't seem at all surprised. "I'll be right back." Hmmm... what's going on, I thought. Anthony went to check who was at the door. I heard Anthony talking to someone, but still tied to the tailgate and blindfolded, I couldn't move to see who it was at the door or what was happening. Soon I heard footsteps heading back toward the Chevy, footsteps of more than one person.

"Who is it, daddy?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"This is my friend, Derek. I told you about him. He's going to help us out today. Are you good with that?" Anthony asked.

Derek, Derek, I didn't remember Anthony mentioning a Derek. But, okay, I thought. I trust Anthony, so this should be all right. I didn't really know what Anthony meant by "help us out today," but it could only make things more interesting, I thought.

"It's okay, daddy. Do whatever you want with me," I answered in anticipation, though I was just a little bit scared.

"Let's get you back in the chair," Anthony answered. "And get rid of those shorts."

Anthony untied my hands and helped me up from the tailgate. I kicked off my shorts and Anthony led me back toward the chair. I was only a few steps away from the Chevy but I was a little disoriented with the blindfold and plus having spent the past ten or fifteen minutes stretched over the tailgate of the truck.

I got back into the chair, on my knees, head facing the wall. My ass was high in the air, fully exposed to Anthony and Derek. I could feel that my ass was warm from the spanking. I knew that my cheeks had to have at least some pink glow by now.

"Look at this ass," Anthony said to Derek. "Pretty hot, isn't it? What do you think?"

Anthony pulled my cheeks apart, showing Derek my hole. "And look at this pink hole! Think you could have some fun with that?"

"Fuck yeah," Derek answered. "You're one hot dude my man," Derek said to me as he stroked my back from my neck all the way down to my ass. "Why did you wait so long to invite me?"

So Anthony was planning a threeway, sharing me with Derek. I was so excited, I could barely stand it. It was also still a bit nervous. I didn't know this Derek, but he had a nice sounding voice, a deep baritone, and his hands felt strong when he stroked my back. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like and what he was hauling between his legs.

I heard Anthony open the gym bag. I couldn't tell what he was after. Another paddle? A wooden spoon? Lube, maybe? Blindfolded and with my back to Anthony, I didn't have a clue.

"I've got another surprise for you," Anthony said with a chuckle. I then felt a cold, wet dollop of lube fall on my hole. Anthony spread the lube around my hole, I felt the pressure in my hole as Anthony worked the lube further into my hole with his thumb. I clamped down on his thumb with my ass lips, it felt so good. Anthony withdrew his thumb, then I felt the pressure of something hard yet smooth and flexible. Ahhh, it must be a butt plug, I guessed. Anthony rubbed the butt plug up and down my crack and circled its tip around my hole.

"Daddy's getting your hole ready for what's coming later," Anthony added.

"That sounds good, daddy," I sputtered. And with that, Anthony pressed the butt plug into my hole. At first he slid it in about an inch, then pulled it back out, then back in again while twisting it. I couldn't help but moan. After a couple of minutes, Anthony had the plug almost all the way in, then I felt my ass involuntarily suck the plug in, my hole clamping around the thin shaft before the hilt. The feeling of fullness, the tip of the plug pressing against my prostate, was amazing.

"It's time for lashes with the belt now, son," Anthony said. "You'll get forty lashes. And you're going to count them out."

"Yes, daddy, forty lashes with the belt. Give it to me, please," I whimpered.

"What do you think, Derek, you in?" Anthony asked.

"What? You really gonna whip his ass?" Derek asked.

"Damn straight," Anthony replied. "And this is for real. He'll get it hard. And he likes it."

"Shit, okay, I'm just gonna stand back and watch for a while. You go ahead," Derek responded.

I was positioned with my face inches from Derek's crotch. Then SMACK! Anthony laid the first swat squarely across my ass. "AAAGGGHHHH?" I groaned. "One, thank you, daddy."

I could hear Derek breathing and the sound of his hand rubbing across his crotch as he watched. Anthony continued swatting my ass. My ass was beginning to feel on fire. I was getting what I craved.

"Sixteen, thank you, daddy," I cried. I heard the sound of Derek sliding his sweatpants down. I was sure he had hauled out his cock. Sure enough, I could hear his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he moaned slightly.

"Twenty, thank you, daddy," I cried out, nearly in tears. Then suddenly, I felt something warm and soft pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth, and Derek slid his cock into my throat. I nearly gagged. Derek was packing. He had to be at least eight, maybe nine inches. And he was thick. I could also feel that he was uncut, just like me. Derek was feeding me his cock and I was loving it. I was getting my ass whipped and getting to slurp on a massive cock at the same time.

Anthony paused the spanking for a moment to toy with the plug in my ass. He pulled it almost all the way out, then let it slip back in a few times, twisting and pulling it at the same time.

"How does that feel, son?" Anthony asked.

I let Derek's heavy dick slip from my lips long enough to respond, "It feels good, daddy. Spank me some more. You said forty," I added.

Anthony then really laid into me, landing swat after swat in quick succession over my burning ass, landing a few also across the back of my thighs. Those really smarted. But I was craving the pain and loving the feeling of submission to both Anthony and Derek. I choked back tears as I counted out each lash, "Twenty-two, thank you, daddy. Twenty-seven, thank you, daddy." And finally, "Forty, thank you, daddy," I cried.

Then Anthony pulled out the butt plug completely. I could feel my hole gaping.

"How's that ass looking," Derek asked.

"He's getting a nice glow, but we're far from done," Anthony answered. I continued sucking Derek.

"Damn, this boy is HOT?" Derek continued.

"Okay, son, I'll take off the blindfold. Let you see what you're eating." Anthony said.

I had to squint a little, my eyes were still sensitive. It took me a few seconds to be able open my eyes completely and focus. Derek's cock still in my mouth, I looked up at him. I couldn't believe it. He was handsome AF! He had taken off his tank top. His pecs were massive and his abs ripped. Damn, what a hot motherfucker, I thought. The most handsome and hot black man I'd ever seen! Derek winked at me, then pushed my head back down onto his cock. I sputtered, nearly choking, gobs of my gooey saliva dripping over Derek's awesome nuts and onto the floor.

"You want this ass?" Anthony asked.

"Hell yeah," Derek replied enthusiastically. Hot damn! Derek was gonna fuck me. I was thrilled. Though I was just a bit worried whether my ass could take his full nine inches. So this is what Anthony meant when earlier he said he was getting me ready for what was coming later. He had planned this all along. That was the reason for the butt plug. Get my hole nice and loose and stretched to take Derek.

"Derek's going to fuck you now, son. Is that all right with you?" Anthony asked. He was sweet like that. It was nice of him to ask, but completely unnecessary. From the moment I first texted Anthony, inviting him to the warehouse, I had already decided he could do whatever he wanted to me. That also meant that whatever surprises he might have for me, I was willing. Derek was one of those surprises. "You think you can take that big cock?"

"Yes, daddy, I can take it," I moaned. "Derek can pound my ass."

"Good boy!" Anthony replied, slapping my ass hard with his hand. Anthony spun the chair around again so my ass was toward Derek and my head facing Anthony. I could hear Derek slipping off his sweats, so he was now completely naked. I was shaking slightly with anticipation.

Anthony tossed Derek the lube. He proceeded to squirt a stream onto my ass crack, letting it roll down over my hole. I felt Derek massaging the lube around my anxious pouting hole, then felt him insert his thumb deep into my hole, just like Anthony had done before. It felt awesome. I couldn't wait for his thumb to be replaced by his amazing cock. Derek removed his thumb, and I could hear the lube squirting from the bottle again, followed by the sounds of Derek rubbing the lube up and down the length of his shaft.

I heard Anthony say, "Brace yourself," and I knew I was in for a real stuffing with Derek's dick.

Derek rubbed his cock up and down my crack, letting the length of his shaft fill the length of my crack. Damn, this guy is huge, I thought. Then I really thought I might not be able to take him. Soon I felt the soft spongy tip of Derek's cock pressing on my hole. I did my best to relax, hoping Derek's dick would slide right in. Derek continued to apply pressure and finally, I felt his schlong slip inside. I winced and moaned with both pain and pleasure. Anthony sweetly stroked the back of my head and gave me encouragement.

"Just relax, breathe, you can do it. Derek's gonna take you for a ride," Anthony whispered.

Derek began thrusting, pushing his cock in until I felt his pubes on my ass. He started slowly, in and out, then gradually sped up the pace, withdrawing almost all the way, then quickly shoving his cock back in. I could feel Derek's huge nuts slapping against my own. My ass felt incredibly full and I relished the sensation of Derek's dick stretching my hole. I was in heaven.

While Derek continued to pound me, Anthony released his cock from its confinement, waving it in front of my face. I managed, between moans, to catch his cock and started to suck. Anthony pressed my head down on his cock. Now both my holes were getting a workout. Anthony stuffed my face while Derek stuffed my ass. I was elated, playing the submissive slut for two handsome sexy men. I wanted this scene to last forever. My brain was awash with endorphins.

"Slap his ass while you fuck him," Anthony shouted to Derek. "He needs to feel your hand as much as he needs your dick."

Dang! Anthony really understands my needs, I thought. Derek took Anthony's suggestion and each time he pulled out, he slapped my cheeks with both hands. Hard. I couldn't help but moan and grunt each time. My cock had stiffened to its full eight inches, I was so turned on by the feeling of Derek's massive tool in my ass and his strong hands smacking my ass. The burn was tremendous.

Derek seemed to be enjoying the experience as well. I could hear his heavy breathing as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Pound his ass, Derek! Give it to him! Make him feel that cock!" Anthony bellowed, at the same time holding my head down on his cock. I moaned and sputtered, hardly able to breathe.

Derek let out a loud grunt and groan and shoved his cock hard into my willing hole, and I felt the warmth of his spunk fill my ass. Then he withdrew, shooting three, four more times over my ass and back. Simultaneously, Anthony's cock erupted in my mouth, shooting a huge load. He pulled out and shot more spooge onto my face.

Derek pushed his semi-erect cock back into my hole, and I felt him collapse, laying over my back, panting. Anthony scooped his cum from my face into my mouth, as I sucked every drop from his fingers.

Anthony leaned down and kissed me, our tongues swirling around each other's, sharing the taste of his cum.

"How was that, boy?" Anthony asked.

"Thank you, daddy," I muttered, "My ass feels so good!"

Later, after I got home again and cleaned up, I sent Anthony a text. "My legs are still wobbly and my ass is burning. I can't tell you how awesome it was to submit to the domination of two men. Your friend Derek is HOT!! Can we meet up with him again? Are you free next week?"

Resting on my bed, I laid back and relived the whole warehouse scene. I did miss Anthony fucking me. Next time, I want both Derek and Anthony to fuck my ass. I hadn't cum at the warehouse, so I started stroking, remembering the sensation of Derek's cock stretching my ass while Anthony fed me his cock. With my ass still burning, I shot a massive load. Then a wave of exhaustion swept over me. Okay, I thought, time to plan my next session with Anthony and Derek. And with that I fell asleep.