Getting punished

The door swung open, revealing Ajay standing there with damp hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets still tracing lazy paths down his bare chest and abs.

His towel hung low on his hips, barely clinging on, and that familiar cocky smirk was already curling his lips.

“You’re three minutes late, Jerome,” Ajay drawled, voice low and rough like he’d just woken up from the same filthy thoughts Jerome had been drowning in all day.

His eyes raked over Jerome’s body slowly, deliberately, lingering on the faint bruise he’d left on his neck earlier. “I said ten minutes. Not thirteen.”

Jerome’s chest was still heaving from the sprint across campus, lungs burning, cheeks flushed.

He opened his mouth to explain, to apologize, but the words died when Ajay stepped aside just enough to let him in, one strong hand already gripping the front of Jerome’s shirt and yanking him inside.

The door slammed shut behind them with a finality that made Jerome’s stomach flip.

Ajay didn’t waste time. He backed Jerome up against the wall, crowding him until there was nowhere to go, one thigh sliding between Jerome’s legs like he already owned every inch of him.

“Strip,” Ajay ordered, voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “Everything off. Now.”

Jerome’s hands trembled slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head, the cool air hitting his skin and making his nipples tighten instantly.

He could feel Ajay’s gaze burning into him, heavy and hungry.

When his pants and boxers hit the floor, he stood there completely naked, cock already half-hard from nothing more than the tone of Ajay’s voice and the memory of last night.

Ajay’s smirk deepened. He reached out, trailing two fingers down Jerome’s chest, over his stomach, stopping just above where Jerome was starting to ache.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost softly. “Still thinking about me all day, weren’t you? Couldn’t even pay attention in class because your hole kept remembering how I fucked it open.”

Jerome bit his lip hard, refusing to answer, but his body betrayed him,his cock twitched, filling out fully under Ajay’s stare.

Ajay chuckled darkly. “Three minutes late means three punishments. First one…” He spun Jerome around roughly, pressing his chest to the wall and kicking his legs apart. “Hands on the wall. Don’t move them.”

Jerome obeyed, palms flat against the cool surface, ass pushed out slightly.

He heard the towel drop to the floor behind him, then felt the scorching heat of Ajay’s naked body pressing against his back.

The first smack landed hard on his left ass cheek, sharp, stinging, making him gasp.

“Count them,” Ajay growled against his ear.

“One…” Jerome breathed.

Another smack, harder, on the right cheek.

“Two…”

By the third, Jerome’s ass was burning, his cock leaking against the wall, hips twitching uselessly for friction.

Ajay’s hand soothed over the reddened skin for a moment, then slid between his cheeks, two fingers circling his already slick hole.

“Already wet for me again,” Ajay whispered, sounding almost proud. “Such a greedy little omega.”

He pushed both fingers in without warning, deep and rough, curling them instantly against that spot that made Jerome’s knees buckle.

Jerome moaned, forehead pressing to the wall, trying not to push back like a slut.

Ajay fucked him with his fingers for a minute, slow and deliberate, stretching him open while his other hand reached around to wrap loosely around Jerome’s throbbing cock, teasing him only, not stroking.

“Second punishment,” Ajay said, pulling his fingers out suddenly, leaving Jerome empty and whining.

He dragged Jerome over to the bed, pushed him down on his back, and climbed on top, straddling his chest.

His thick, hard cock bobbed right in front of Jerome’s face, already glistening at the tip.

“Open your mouth.”

Jerome parted his lips obediently. Ajay didn’t ease in, he thrust forward, sliding deep into Jerome’s throat in one smooth motion, holding there until Jerome’s eyes watered.

“Suck,” he commanded, starting to rock his hips. “And don’t you dare touch yourself.”

Tears pricked Jerome’s eyes as Ajay fucked his mouth, slow and deep, the head of his cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust.

Saliva dripped down Jerome’s chin, his own cock aching untouched between his spread legs.

When Ajay finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, he looked down at Jerome with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Last punishment,” he said, voice husky.

He flipped Jerome onto his stomach, yanked his hips up so his ass was high in the air, and lined himself up.

No more prep, no warning at all, Ajay slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Jerome cried out, the stretch burning so good, his body clenching tight around the thick intrusion.

Ajay didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking him hard and fast, one hand fisted in Jerome’s hair, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, so tight,” Ajay groaned, pounding into him relentlessly. “This is what you get for being late, baby. Gonna fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name.”

Jerome could only moan and take it, body rocking forward with every powerful thrust, his cock swinging heavy and leaking between his thighs.

Ajay leaned down, biting the fresh mark on his neck.

“Mine,” he growled against the skin. “Say it.”

Jerome’s voice broke on a sob of pleasure.

“I’m yours… Ajay, fuck, I’m yours!”

Ajay’s pace turned punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with Jerome’s broken moans.

He wasn’t going to last long like this.

And from the way Ajay’s thrusts were getting erratic, neither was he.

“Gonna fill you up again,” Ajay panted. “Gonna breed this greedy hole until you’re dripping with me all night.”

Jerome came first, hard without a single touch to his cock, crying out as his body spasmed and clenched around Ajay.

Ajay followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding Jerome with hot, thick cum, groaning low and possessive as he rode out the orgasm.

They collapsed together onto the bed, Ajay still buried inside him, arms wrapped tight around Jerome’s waist like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

After a moment of heavy breathing, Ajay pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of Jerome’s neck.

“Next time you’re late,” he murmured, voice lazy and satisfied, “it’ll be ten punishments.”

Jerome let out a shaky, breathless laugh, too fucked-out to argue.

He was completely ruined.

And the worst part?

He was already craving the next time Ajay would punish him.