First Time Did He Consent?

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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The bus rattled to a stop outside a modest roadside hotel, and Jake followed the rest of the team into the crisp evening air. It was their first overnight football tour, and excitement buzzed through the squad. Jake, a first-year midfielder still trying to find his place, felt out of his depth. When he checked the roommate list pinned to the coach's clipboard, his stomach flipped: Ryan.

Ryan was the team's star striker, tall, blonde, and effortlessly skilled. While he was friendly enough, he wasn't like the others. Where the rest of the team revelled in post-game banter and late-night antics, Ryan stayed on the side-lines of the bravado. He wasn't cold--he always offered a smile or a quick comment during practice--but he never joined in the endless teasing or the chatter about the girls who lingered after games. He seemed comfortable keeping his distance, focused on the game rather than the chaos surrounding it.

Jake hadn't spoken much to Ryan since joining the team. Not because Ryan was unapproachable, but because he always seemed content in his own quiet world. Now Jake was about to spend the night sharing a cramped hotel room with him. Nervous energy churned in Jake's chest as he dragged his bag inside, glancing down the hallway.

Ryan appeared moments later, casually hauling his duffel bag over one shoulder. "Hey," he said with an easy smile as their eyes met. His voice was calm, unhurried, and it took the edge off Jake's nerves.

"Hey," Jake managed to reply, trying not to sound awkward.

Ryan nodded toward their room. "Let's get settled."

Jake followed him, wondering what he might learn about his enigmatic teammate and if Ryan's quiet confidence might just rub off on him.

The team gathered in the hotel's modest dining room, noisy excitement filling the air as they pushed together tables and claimed seats in a haphazard arrangement. Plates piled high with pasta and bread made the rounds, and the chatter quickly turned boisterous. Jake sat near the middle, half-listening to the animated recaps of the day's practice as he stole occasional glances at Ryan, who was seated at the far end of the table.

Ryan participated politely, answering questions and laughing softly at a few jokes, but it was clear he wasn't invested in the rowdiness building around him. When dessert arrived, and the first bottle of something stronger was uncapped, Ryan stood.

"I'm calling it a night," he said casually, picking up his plate and turning toward the door. A few guys called after him, trying to coax him back, but he just waved them off with a small smile.

Jake watched him go, wondering--not for the first time--how Ryan managed to make detachment look so effortless. He felt a pang of envy before someone nudged his arm.

"Come on, Jake, you're not skipping out like him, are you?"

The drinking games began in earnest, and Jake soon found himself pulled into card games with forfeits and dares that grew progressively louder and more chaotic. He was determined not to be the shy freshman, so he drank when prompted, laughing along even when the burn in his throat started to sting.

By the time they finished the second bottle, Jake's head was merry. His words came too quickly, but he was feeling good, and most of all, having a great time. This was his chance to fit in, to be part of the team. Just what he needed.

Laughter echoed off the walls as the team's antics escalated. Jake felt warm and light, the alcohol making everything seem a little funnier, a little easier. He felt his usual nerves melt away. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, he noticed Ryan's absence. It seemed strange

Jake leaned toward Max, who was across the table, laughing mid-story about some disastrous game from last season. "Hey, Max," Jake interrupted, his words very slightly slurred.

Max smirked. "What's up, rookie? You having a good time?"

Jake nodded, his gaze flickering toward the empty seat Ryan had left behind. "Yeah, it's fun. But... what's Ryan's deal? Why does he always leave early?"

Max leaned back in his chair, eyeing Jake with mild amusement. "Ryan, huh? Didn't peg you as the curious type."

Jake shrugged, emboldened by the alcohol. "He's cool, just... different. Doesn't drink, doesn't join in with all this." He gestured vaguely to the rowdy group around them. "I mean, he's part of the team, right? So why does he keep to himself?"

Max took a sip of his drink, considering the question. "That's just Ryan. Always been like that since he joined. He's not rude or anything--he just doesn't care about all this."

"But why?" Jake pressed. "I mean, he could be the life of the party if he wanted to. People like him, right?."

Max shrugged. "Maybe that's why he doesn't. Doesn't need it. Ryan's focused, you know? Maybe he finds the banter and rude jokes not to his taste, just a bit trivial."

Jake frowned, swirling the remnants of his drink. "Still seems... I don't know. Lonely?"

Max shook his head. "Nah. That's just how he is. He's not lonely--he's just private. Trust me, he's solid. He's just not the type to join this circus."

Jake nodded slowly, maybe Max was right, but Jake got the impression that Max knew more, but wasn't willing to say.

Late into the night the dinning room thinned out as one by one the revellers retired. Max had long since disappeared. Jake had stayed long enough to fit in with the group, but he was ready to turn in.

The room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning as Jake opened the door, surprised to find Ryan not only awake but sitting on the small sofa by the window. A lamp cast a warm glow, and Ryan glanced up from his book when Jake walked in.

"Late night?" Ryan asked with a faint smile, setting the book aside.

"Not as late as some," Jake replied, closing the door behind him. He hesitated, noticing the small bottle of whiskey on the coffee table.

Ryan gestured toward the sofa. "Grab a seat. Now I have company, I can drink--not the chaos they've got going on out there, though."

Jake chuckled and joined him, taking the cup Ryan poured. "Thanks. Didn't think you were the drinking type."

"In the right company i can let my hair down," Ryan said, taking a sip. "But sometimes it's nice to wind down without the noise."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet a stark contrast to the raucous dining room Jake had just left. Then Ryan turned to him. "How's it going so far? Fitting in with the team?"

Jake nodded, feeling the warmth of the whiskey. "Yeah, I think so. The guys are cool. It's just... a lot sometimes. Fast-paced, on and off the field."

Ryan leaned back, studying him thoughtfully. "It can be overwhelming. New team dynamics, trying to prove yourself. I get it."

Jake hesitated before asking, "You don't really join in with them, though. Like tonight--you left before it even got going. Why's that?"

Ryan glanced at his cup, swirling the liquid. "Honestly? I can't stand the way some of them act when they're drunk. The banter, especially when there are girls around... it crosses the line. Always has. I don't want to be part of it."

Jake nodded slowly. "I noticed that, too. It got pretty bad earlier. You're not wrong."

Ryan gave a faint smile. "All those dares and games, its just not my scene to kiss this girl, drink tequila from the belly of that girl. Not my idea of fun "

Jake felt a surprising sense of relief. He too was uncomfortable with that part of fitting in with the team. The alcohol had eased his reluctance, but it had been testing. Ryan wasn't aloof or standoffish; he just had his priorities straight, and he was really easy to talk to. "You're, like, really good at this whole staying-focused thing."

Ryan chuckled. "Maybe. Just keep working hard. Ignore the nonsense."

They talked for a while longer, Ryan offering tips on handling the team and the game. The conversation was easy, and Jake found himself more comfortable than he had been all night. As the conversation flowed Jake could feel the numbing effect of all the alcohol. At some point Ryan's hand found its way onto Jake's knee. In the warm alcoholic glow, Jake barely even noticed and settled into the comfortable rapport.

Eventually, Jake's eyes grew heavy, and his responses slowed. Ryan continued talking in the background, Jake mumbled something incoherent as he sank further into the sofa, the sound of Ryan's calm, steady voice still in his ears as he drifted off. Jake was in that place between dreams and reality.

It was a wonderful dream. In his room in university halls, a cheer leader between his knees, rubbing his thigh. His manhood erect constrained in his pants. Is she going there, he opens his legs to encourage progress. No not in halls, in a hotel room, sipping whisky, he better put it down before he drifts too deep and spills it, placing the cup on the table he settles back, warm sofa, hotel room, hands back on his inner thighs. The fingers climbed higher, brushing his scrotum. Was that an accident, the scond time more firmly, no accident. Wonderful. His belt unbuckles, his zip lowered.

The hand pushes inside. Don't wake up, its a beautiful dream. So realistic.

Skin on skin, the hand pushes inside his boxers and wraps around his cock. Its warm, it feels wonderful, slowly it starts to stroke him, he sighs. This feels deliciously real.

A further hand cups his balls, expertly tweaking them, fingers resting on his perineum, expertly stroking.

Jake lifts his ass to allow his pants to be removed, he is naked from the waist down. He stirs with the motion, returning slightly from his sleeping state, half asleep half in the hotel room, still with his genitals being expertly handled. Who came in the room?

As his confusion briefly flitted through his reduce consciousness, he felt warmth engulf the head of his erect cock. Involuntarily, or just as a response to the incredible feeling, his hips rose to push more cock forwards. Jake knew the feeling of an accommodating mouth, and he really needed this one. His hand fell onto the back of his partners head. For a dream this was very realistic, he felt short hair, found the back of the skull and pulled the head onto his manhood. His cock disappeared inside, and he felt himself bottom out on the throat of his cock sucker, then the throat yield as he passed deeper inside. His entire penis was surrounded by the warm mouth and throat, and he felt the tongue playing with the underside of his cock, just below the head.

Hips rising and falling with the motion of the sucking, Jake started to drift back to waking. Where had Ryan gone, who was sucking him so expertly. Forcing himself not to open his eyes for fear that the fantasy bubble would burst he responded fully to the seduction.

A hand went back to his balls, which were tight, ready to release. Fingers back on his perineum wandering between his ball sack and his anus, occasionally touching the rosebud entrance. Jake's bucking intensified as he neared orgasm. More and more he was returning to consciousness.

Who is this talented partner. Where is Ryan, will he come back and catch them. He thought about being caught mid act by Ryan. How would he respond. Maybe he would join in. Jake remembered through the mist of intoxication, Ryan being so welcoming, was his hand on Jakes knee, had it slipped up his thigh?

Jake tensed as he considered the possibility that Ryan was between his knees, sucking him. Now fully awake but eyes tight shut, how should Jake react. Should he pull away and feign disgust. For now he was safe, eyes close apparently asleep.

Why was his reaction not so obvious to him. Why was he not disgusted, was he more aroused? The feeling was fabulous, maybe just enjoy the attention for a while longer, whoever was giving it to him. What if he opened his eyes and it wasn't Ryan, would he be disappointed?

The fingers found his rosebud again, Jake moaned, his legs lifted slightly, maybe involuntarily, offering better access to his asshole. A finger penetrated him. It slipped in relatively easily, and a moan escaped Jake from deep in his throat.

The mouth withdrew from his cock, the finger remained.

"How much longer are going to pretend to be sleeping?" It was Ryan's voice.

The finger pulled out of his anus, and Jake froze, unable to speak and unwilling to open his eyes and confirm his reality.

Jake detected the movement of his seducer standing up. He heard the sound of a belt buckle, and the rustle of clothes being discarded.

His head was still thrown over the back of the sofa, where it had settled when he was in the trance of a mysterious BJ and building up to his orgasm. If he moved, he was accepting his reality, and would need to respond, either in disgust, or in passion. The truth was he was not disgusted. He was very, very aroused, and very, very confused about being straight, and obviously enjoying the seduction of another man.

A hand cupped the side of his head

"Well asleep or awake, lets see what you do next"

The hand rotated his face sideways, and Jake felt something damp touch his lips. The smell of aroused man filled his nostrils, he knew immediately that Ryan was offering his cock to be sucked. It was his moment of truth. Jake could not stay in his safe faux sleep and avoid reality. Either he would accept the cock, or pull away. Both would be conscious responses.

Jake's brain was in overdrive. Not exactly fight or flight..... There was an urge to open his lips, a strong urge. But there was a voice telling him he's not gay, and this is wrong. The urge was increasing, he had fantasized about gay sex, he had watched gay porn, he had enjoyed masturbating and even buggering himself.

But its wrong

The cock at his lips pushed forward. He didn't need to make the decision, his lips parted and the head was in his mouth. He tasted the musky sweet pre-cum, and by reflex closed his lips and sucked at the head of the cock, running his tongue just below the back of the head, exactly where he liked to be teased, and just had been. Deep inside he wanted to give pleasure.

Whilst sucking he suddenly realised that this cock was thick. If Ryan pushed deep inside, it was too big to take. A panic descended. How would he cope if Ryan wanted the same deep throat that Jake himself had just enjoyed?

"Still keeping your eyes closed fresher?"

For now, Jakes reality was too difficult to comprehend. There was comfort in the darkness behind his eyelids. Whilst he couldn't bring himself to look, curiosity was still burning inside him, he needed to find out how big this cock was. In his fantasies they were always big. Nobody wants a small one. But this was a different and all too real.

Jake raised his hand and cupped Ryan's balls. They were big and Jake thought they were full. He had no idea, but he was sure. Was he sure, or did is just hope they were?

He moved has hand up to the base of the cock. He could not close his fingers around this cock, like he could his own. This had impressive girth. His hand stroked up the manhood, until he touched his own lips. As he feared, or hoped, not sure which, this was big.

Jake started to stroke it, and Ryan groaned. With the groan, Ryan eased forward, and Jakes entire mouth filled with penis, the head touching the back of his throat. Jake worried about his gag reflex, but for now he was comfortable. Ryan started a pumping rhythm, and Jake sucked as best he could. With every withdrawal, an impressive amount of saliva escaped Jakes mouth and flooded his chin and chest.

"Breath through your nose new boy, and relax"

Jake responded, a few strokes later Ryan reached the point at the back of Jake's throat, then pushed a bit deeper. Jake concentrated on breathing and relaxing. The pliant head pushed into his throat, at first just a small amount, then a few strokes later, deeper,

Jake gagged, and as Ryan withdrew, an more thick saliva flowed down Jakes sodden chin.

"Try again, breath, relax"

Ryan pushed deeper again, Jake felt the urge to gag but managed to hold it back, then another deep assault, tears were streaming from Jake's eyes, but not in pain, and not crying. He wanted to give pleasure, wanted to be good for Ryan.

As Ryan pushed deep again, Jake thrust his chin forward, taking Ryan deeper than he meant to go. Ryan moaned and found a god grip around Jakes head by cupping and squeezing his ears. This time all but an inch had disappeared into Jake's mouth. Ryan very slowly withdrew, then squeezed Jakes ears and thrust forward again. The cock penetrated deep into Jake's throat until Jake felt the bristle of a tightly cropped pubis on his upper lip. He opened his eyes. He had the whole giant cock in his mouth and throat.

Jake wanted to freeze in that position, by Ryan had a good grip on his head and pumped short strokes in and out of Jakes mouth. The gag reflex returned, but Ryan had too firm a grip on Jakes head and just continued pumping.

"Relax and breath fresher"

Jake had no choice. He tried to relax, but he couldn't concentrate on breathing. He was choking.

The assault continued for a what seemed to Jake an eternity, but was probably less than 30 seconds. Ryan withdrew completely, and strings of saliva followed his exit, until they snapped and trailed down Jakes front. Jake felt like he had been terrorised. He had been enjoying it, he had wanted to give pleasure, but then he had been forced to continue despite being in distress.

He was shaking with anger, fear and disbelief.

"Well done fresher, you are a natural born cock sucker. Not often do I get to bottom out. I could have cum right then, but the party is just getting going, and a mouth full of spunk isn't what you came here for is it sleepy head?

Jake didn't respond, possibly still shocked, or maybe accepting that he was going to be used as Ryan's play thing. Had he come here expecting anything? Did it matter a jot what he wanted?

Ryan pushed Jake onto his hands and knees on the sofa. Jake put up no resistance.

Jake felt Ryan's hands on his ass cheeks, as they were being pulled apart. A fear gripped Jake at the distinct possibility that Jake was going to fuck his virgin ass with that big cock. That was fine for his fantasies but not for real. To his surprise he felt a warm wetness on his rosebud. Ryan was rimming him. It felt incredible. Ryan's tongue was licking around his outer edges, dipping inside and before long Jake was thrusting his ass back hard against Ryan's face, begging him to go deeper.

A finger penetrated Jake, easily slipping in from the oral lubrication. The finger could go deeper and found Jakes prostrate. He was on an erotic high, grinding back onto the tongue and digit, desperate for more.

The tongue withdrew but the finger remained. Jake was oblivious to Ryan repositioning behind him. Then the finger disappeared, Jake lurched backwards to get it back. As he ground back he felt a wet lubricated mass against his ass. He wanted more attention and ground up and down desperate for some penetration.

And then it came. His sphincter was lubricated and relaxed. So the large head of Ryan's cock passed easily. Jake felt the pain of being stretched immediately, and froze in position. Just Ryan's head had penetrated him, and he had clamped down on the shaft just behind it. Mixed in with the pain of stretching was a perverse pleasure. A pleasure derived from being full. Something inside Jake wanted to rock back and ride the impressive manhood, menacingly poised at his entrance, but the pain held him back, frozen in stalemate.

Ryan's left hand gripped Jakes shoulder, his right gripped Jake's waist. Jake was frozen, too scared to move, but Ryan felt the urge to push deeper inside. Aware of the painful predicament Jake was in, and conscious of the fact that he had been too rough with Jake during oral, he resisted the urge to go hard, fast and deep. He wasn't yet sure if he wanted to keep Jake keen, so he slowly, cautiously build up a rhythm of small movements in and out.