Fuck, fuck, how did he get here. Paul felt Mark adjust himself on the bed to lean over Paul a little more. His mind could not yet accept what was happening. He was naked on the bed of a man he had only met a few hours ago online and only in person less than an hour ago. The stranger, Mark, was now pushing his finger into his bottom. How could all this have happened so quickly -- from being stressed and horny.
The finger in his bottom was not pleasant but, his brain shouted to him, you asked him to do whatever he wanted. You told him, you begged him, you even recorded a message to say it to him, that he could do whatever he wanted, when you met.
The finger, deep inside your bottom, paused. Though it stayed inside, deep, leaving no doubt that he means to do more. The pause allowed Paul's mind to run away from the situation. Naked, in a house he did not know, in a location he did not know, his clothes stuck in a car that was not his, hands cuffed behind his back. A man twice his age, easily twice his weight, naked, with a hard cock that scared him, leaning over him on the bed -- finger deep inside his bottom.
Then, the reason for the pause became clear. Mark, one hand used to drive the finger into Paul's bottom, had been fiddling with his phone to get to the messages that Paul had left Mark in response to the various questions he had been asked in the anonymous gay meeting app. His voice filled the room as he lay frozen, naked, finger in his bottom.
"Yes, Mark I will do whatever you want, honest. Please, I will not waste your time!" He could hear the desperation in his voice. That message bringing back the sense of shame and humiliation he felt when he logged onto the gay app.
"No, I have never been with a guy. Ever -- honest. Yes, I know men want to fuck other men at times." The tone had changed in his voice as though he was now accepting, even mentally, in some way that he, too, would be fucked if they met.
The finger started to fuck him again -- but slower now, almost gentle, as Mark's other hand reached under Paul and started to cup and massage his balls and cock. The strange sensation of how he felt, scared and trapped, naked, cuffed, being fingered, assaulted in a way, but now all mixed up with the pleasure of Mark's caress. Paul even accepted now that there was some pleasure from the finger in his bottom. He felt himself get aroused again -- even after Cumming in the car on the way here -- as his cock started to get hard again in Mark's hand. Paul's voice continued to fill the room, distracting him from the sensation of being painfully fingered and caressed so pleasurably with another message he had left Mark.