The struggle had been uneven from the start. Although priding myself on my gym-honed fitness, my basic strength was just no match for his mature powerful physique. No matter how many times I tried to escape from the giant double bed he would just catch hold of me and haul me back again. In the end I could only conclude he was playing with me. He could overpower me any time he chose but still he let me wriggle and writhe. Of course I did not realise that he was just allowing me to tire myself out so he could more easily do what he wanted with me when he was ready.
Eventually, he forced my hands back behind my head until he could fasten them tightly in some hand restraints he must have fixed to the slats of the head board. This was no chance encounter; he had been planning to have me. No point in going back over how I came to be caught like this. A couple of beers too many, a foolish secret or two let slip, a missed train home and an offer of a place to sleep.
He did not bother to secure my legs, though I now noticed the restraints fitted to the foot board too. Instead, grabbing my trousers by the waistband roughly he yanked them down, underpants and all, in one violent motion leaving me shocked and naked from the waist down. With a broad smile spreading across his face, he pulled down his own trousers, then, taking his time as though unveiling some ceremonial plaque, he pulled down his pants, to reveal first his straggly male bush and then, as the elastic finally let go of its load, a thick engorged cock, bobbling between his thighs in expectation.
The look of triumph on his face was unmistakable as I tried to turn my head away. But I could not help myself staring at his erection, stiff and hungry for my virgin anus. Even for a man of his powerful build he was huge. He laughed at my astonishment and apprehension. His smooth cap was already glistening with precum, the result of his excitement from our struggles. I tried to twist my torso away within the limits of the hand restraints but he just edged closer, pushing my thighs apart and forcing his hips between them, his hands placed firmly either side of my chest to keep me still.
He hesitated for some time, enjoying the feel of my legs thrashing hopelessly behind his back. Then he placed a hand under each of my thighs, forced my legs back towards my chest until he could catch them with his shoulders. Having freed his hands he slid them around the back of my buttocks, lifting my hips up so my passage was now quivering a few inches from the tip of his cock.
One hand reached out to the top of the bedhead, returning with a condom, already out of its packet, expertly slipping it over his shaft. The hand reached back again, returning this time with a thick glob of lubricant which he smeared over the entrance to my anus. He did not push it inside, not wanting to mitigate the shock of my first penetration knowing, from my earlier words in drunken confidence, that there had been none before. Finally, a little more lubricant, this time for his own cock, and he was ready for me.
Edging his hips further forward, he fixed my eyes with his. I realised that he had preferred frontal so he could watch my expression as he took me. I felt the pressure of his cap exploring for my entrance then, slowly, his muscled tensing with effort, he entered me. Nothing had prepared me for how large he felt inside me. I felt as though I would burst as he plunged deeper, yelling out in fear. But he just pushed his face close to mine and laughed.
