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.
"Yes, I really mean it. You can do whatever you want. I know I have not been with a guy but if you want me to suck you off I will. I will swallow -- well I will try to swallow!" That phrase brought his mind back to how he was at that time -- super hard, in bed, wanking -- and how much he meant those words at that time. That memory, and Mark's fingers and hand, meant that his cock was now completely erect and dripping pre-cum once again.
"OK. I have never done it but if you want, I will do what you want -- even if it includes fucking me. Yes. You can fuck me. Yes. Even if I say no!" The memory of how closed he was to ejaculating as he lay in his bed saying that message to a stranger. He was stopped though when Mark had asked him to answer one more question. Paul knew what the next message was. He knew it for two reasons. It was the last message he sent before he agreed to meet this stranger, Mark, the man who was now naked behind him. Also though, because he felt the fingering stop, the finger left his bottom, the hands stop caressing his hard cock and balls. He felt Mark adjust behind him -- and even if he tried to block it out -- he could not. Mark nudged Paul's legs slightly open as he knelt behind Paul as he leaned forward -- the large cock now against his bottom -- he could feel the pressure of it. It was very different from a finger. Fear, terror and the start of the pain he imagined was screaming into his mind that he was about to be raped. The final message started to play.
"Yes! Even if I cry or sob. Even if I scream. Even if I beg you to stop or not do it. Yes -- you can rape me. Please! Please! Rape me!"
Now, he knew it was happening, Mark's cock leaning into him. Paul felt the coldness of the lube being dripped and he knew it was going to happen. Mark, now fully focused on fucking Paul, did not notice the sobbing Paul anymore -- he had a perfect young virgin arse in front of him and he had the permission to do what the hell he wanted.
